Weekend in Review
- Word on the streets is that an inmate escaped from our prison, which is in the middle of our "downtown" and is surrounded by a wire fence that looks like a slightly stronger version of chicken wire. Since the prison is in the middle of the Valley and the fence has holes, talking to the inmates is possible, sometimes even unavoidable, since it's right next to one of my local clients. So anyone throwing tools over the fence or communicating an escape plan isn't difficult by a long run. I'm sure there isn't supposed to be anything funny about a prisoner escaping, but in this case, there is - every single time it happens!
- The whole island has had a non-functional ATM/credit card system for
the past 4 days, which has made it virtually impossible to do anything
over the weekend. Think about that and apply it to where you live...
- Was informed by my best friend/body guard/car mechanic/island connection/general "easy button" that he was moving off island, which caused me to do some reflection on a remote beach, which caused me to back out of such remote beach and got my rear tire stuck in between a rock and a hard place, with sand underneath. Will blog the instructables on "how to get out from in between a rock and a hard place" soon.
And it really sucks to have to call your best friend to come rescue you, while being at the beach trying to figure out how to go without said friend in the future.
- Walked into the kids room to find one of the 5 year olds reading
"Drinking with Bukowski - Recollections of the Poet Laureate of Skid
Row". I don't really know what to think of that, but am pretty sure
it's not normal.
While trying ATM number 6 on Saturday, I managed to cause my first (and hopefully only) full blown traffic jam by having a collision with someone trying to avoid another person hauling out of a bar's parking lot. Nobody got hurt past some whiplash but the first three things the guy I hit said to me, made me crack up:
1. "are you and the kids ok?"
2. "I need a beer, do you want one?"
3. "you look like Sarah Pailin"
Now I've heard number 3 no less than 5 times in the past month, which is really pissing me off!!!
Within minutes of the wreck my phone rang off the hook with people from all over the island calling to see if I was ok after someone they knew that knew me drove by and called them, since it's the only road down the island. Small island...- Probably due to whiplash and stress, normal functionality came to a
crashing halt earlier today in the middle of a grocery store with the
onset of an INSANELY piercing migraine that took hold in about 90
seconds. Not like you care but it's my blog - so there!
- (Mutter, jetzt muesch im Fall nümmö wiiter läsä, susch chunsch nur no Afäll öber)
Going off my timeline of "the weekend" here but here a list of animals that have appeared in our kitchen or living room, in no particular order over the past month:
2 chickens, 1 rooster, a mouse - half eaten and still barely alive, tarantula - alive and jumping at me, a surprisingly large snake - alive and slithering up my kitchen table, 3 lizards - two dead, one alive but with his guts hanging out. While I've had a goat fly past my office window (jumping off the top of the roof of my car), at least those stay outside in the yard.
- Since my aforementioned best friend/body guard/car mechanic/island connection left the island, this week shall be spent trying to find one or two other guys that will take me to an auto body shop, since going there as a single, white female alone will lead to the common assumption that I'm rich and therefore should be charged any fictional amount for the repairs on my car.
- This week's visitor from the UK kindly brought his weather with him causing me to not have seen the sun in like..... 3 hours!!! Little does he know that he shall be thanked (read - retaliated against) by having to travel with me on the same airplane next week! When I asked him, he didn't know what FUTILE's were, but I suspect he'll find out soon!
How was your weekend?
Well... I think we know your next alias, don'cha know? You're a real maverick, you surfing mom!
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Glad you are OK after your crash - Also you are way better looking than that “I am shooting Wolves from a helicopter & I can see Russia from my house and if she says Joe 6-pack one more time I will lose it Hockey Mom”; my bad should you happen to be a McCain supporter – Oh and your 5 year old and I both like the works of one Charles Bukowski...ha!
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I had not thought about the Pailin thing, but, now that you mention it...
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While we were waiting at the airport to leave Montserrat Myron got a phone call at the customs desk, from someone on the island. Small island(s) indeed.
I wasn't even traveling WITH you and your FUTILE took its anger out on me! I can only imagine the hell I would endure if you were on the plane with me. I'd probably find religion. Or soil myself. Or both.
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Lol, you'd soil yourself and then find religion causing you to have to immediately repent your soiling sins.
Actually, with the pending storm/hurricane heading straight towards us, my friend changed his plane tickets (sissy) and he's leaving tomorrow. Either that or someone told him about those FUTILE's.
Did you call him by any chance???
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