This was supposed to be the week of our “vacation,” and we were planning a trip to Eureka Springs, Arkansas, which is one of our favorite places to visit. However, by the time we discovered that we really got this week, rooms at The Crescent were booked. We considered other hotels, but we discovered there is a festival going. Now festivals are fun, but neither my husband nor I are very fond of crowds, so it’s just as well we didn’t get to go. We are enjoying visiting around in our own neck of the woods, and we are just getting a few things done around the house. It’s all good.
Because we are headed to Austin for a Thursday Excursion, I decided to pull all the flotsam and jetsam into one post to make it my Thursday Thirteen. It’s a simple one, but includes some things
1. The first thing I want to be sure to tell you is that my friend Jessica the Rock Chick is participating in Blogathon 2007 on Saturday July 28th. That day, almost 500 bloggers will be blogging non-stop throughout the day to raise money for their favorite charities. Jessica has chosen, appropriately enough, to benefit VH1 Save The Music Foundation. Visit her post called Give A Little Bit for the full scoop, or you can read about the fun she has planned for the day at Fun, Fun, Fun. Today, she even showed pictures of prizes for a raffle she will have. So, you have to visit all day long, but better yet, click here to make a pledge. I got to write a guest post that she will use that day. I’ll let you know when she posts it. Thanks, Jessica, for the opportunity to write on your blog. I hope you make it to the “A List” soon, so I can say I wrote on an A list blog!
2. Yesterday, on an excursion to Dallas, we decided to try a Drive-In that was voted Best of Dallas in one paper or another (does it really matter?). It was an older drive-in restaurant in a rather run down part of town,
But, they had the best burger, cheese sandwich, and malts that we have tasted in a long time. And, yes, I was able to shove that whole grilled cheese sandwich in my mouth.
3. A couple of days ago, I ranted about hating the electric hand dryers in public restrooms. I think I like them better than what we used in the “old days.” This is what that little diner expected me to use to dry my hands.
4. My “contact” page is not working properly! Ack! Over the last several days, I’ve had more than five people tell me they tried to write me, and I never got the e-mail. If you have been trying to contact me, I’ll risk all the spam I will soon get and tell you my e-mail address. You have to take out the “at” and “dot” and replace it with the appropriate symbols. shelly “dot” tucker “at” gmail “dot” com If anybody writes me a bunch of spam or porn, I’ll send my cousin Guido to take care of you.
5. You might have noticed the Gack Ink B.Y.O.B. bling on my sidebar (or not, because since this post was written they went belly up. This no longer applies.).
6. We went shopping at vintage stores while we were in Dallas. When I first started blogging, that was all I could talk about. I’m addicted. I love old junk. Dolly Python is a store in Dallas that is one of my favorites. That’s where I got the “shoe” that became a spice rack, This statue is what walked out with me yesterday:
Well, she didn’t really “walk,” but she had to be mine. I love her.
7. I also adore this find from Again & Again, a shop of consignment furniture located at 5207 Bonita and Henderson in Dallas.
This poor mannequin has to wear a sarong, because someone desecrated her lower anatomy. She requires “surgery” before she can sit on the mantle unclothed. Does my house have weird stuff in it? Don’t answer.
8. MammaBlogga has a writing contest going on for July with a random drawing for a $30 gift certificate from Amazon.com. Hurry to enter with a post with a theme of “Thanks Mom.” Click the link to read more. I found out about it after reading a poignant post by Kymberly at My Education Junction.
9. I told y’all some time back that my son had come for a visit from San Francisco. We went to meet “Setch”, whose real name is Matt, at the airport and stood around people watching while we waited for his plane to arrive. There was a chauffeur waiting for his client, standing bored and restless in his black suit and tie. My husband tried to hide behind me and get a picture of the guy, but the shots didn’t turn out. The sign he held said, “F. Butts.” No one ever showed up to get the ride (or perhaps preferred to remain anonymous), though I shadowed the chauffeur, because I wanted to know what kind of person would be named that. Sounds like a name for a plumber doesn’t it? I decided I had to have a sign for my son, so we grabbed a sheet of paper I had in my purse, and wrote “Setch” in lipstick on it. He was not impressed.
10. I’m going to tell you parents of young children who are reading this to enjoy your young ones while you can! Not long ago, I held a tiny baby in my arms. Now, I’ve got a grown man. They grow up too quickly, folks.
11. We had an excellent visit, even though he had to spread his time out with his Dad’s family in Southlake, mine here in Denton, and his friends who are scattered over several different cities. My family came for a “reunion” at my house. For a week, my husband and I had worked ourselves to pieces cleaning, caring for the lawn, and hiding all the junk in an effort to fool my family into believing that I keep house all the time. We vacuumed cat hair, because my brother is allergic, and really had it looking good. Fifteen minutes after my grandnieces (ages 6 and 3) came in the door, no one would have believed it was clean in the first place. No one was looking anyway! So, I learned that there is not any point in doing that housecleaning before a family gathering. I’ll know better next time.
12. Before he left, my son and I were sitting on the porch chatting. We have very loud and annoying cicadas, and lots of birds chirping. He had told me that at his apartment, near Union Square in San Francisco, he heard lots of sirens (there is a fire station next door) and prostitutes on the street corners calling to the johns. Matt said, “I’m getting sick of the sounds of nature.” I answered, “What? This is the critters singing love songs. You’d rather hear the whores?” “It’s a different love song,” he said. “Oh, my son,” I told him, “that’s not about a love song at all!” Still, he was ready for vacation to be over, and he got to his home safely. I managed not to cry when I dropped him off at his Dad’s house the night before he left. At least I didn’t cry until after I had driven away. I know he’s happy in San Francisco, but darn that’s so far away!
13. Today, I scheduled two more Share A Square Days here in Texas. I’ll update the page on Friday with the information about it, but am still waiting on confirmation of a couple of things. We will be in Austin all day, so I probably won’t post when we get home.
If you managed to read this far, leave a comment and you will be magically linked on this post. Come back another day and “set a spell” on the porch with me.