Seat Plan Generator
2 months ago
...'cause that is still all I see! FlyGirl keeps texting me pictures of her adventures in the midst of orange barrels too! Well, in my last rant about the land of orange, I said I'd take my own pictures, so here they are!
I'm so glad to see they are working so very hard!
Now, this was in Ann Arbor.
I wonder if the barrels in Lansing say "Wolverine?"
I'm so glad to see they are working so very hard!Now, this was in Ann Arbor. I wonder if the barrels in Lansing say "Wolverine?"
Did you have images of the Wizard of Oz and the multicolor ponies? No? Good. That was sooo not where I was going.
(This photo is from the MLIVE website. Though I could have driven two minutes and taken my own picture, quite frankly, I was just too lazy to do so. Perhaps one day I will replace it with my own rendition...don't hold your breath though - blue isn't a good color for you.)
It seems we cannot get from here to there without an orange barrel surfacing. If they were truly working on a whole stretch of road, I would be somewhat understanding (though I still maintain that they do not need to be working on multiple major thoroughfares at once - but what do I know?). Unfortunately, as you drive down the orange barrel lined roads, the sight of burly men at work is ... well ... few and far between. I say that with disappointment not because I enjoy the sight of construction workers, but rather because I dislike the inconvenience of closed lanes where no work is being done.
I am sure my friends in construction could give me multiple reasons why such closures are necessary. To them, I say "Poppycock!" I, of course, am not 100% sure what that means.
The Land of Orange would be this lovely metro-area I live in. Finster and I wrote an Ode to MDOT once - I wish I could find it now. (MDOT for those not from the area is the Michigan Department of Transportation. I contend it should be MDOLT - 'cause the transportation has been plain ol' Lousy!)
(This photo is from the MLIVE website. Though I could have driven two minutes and taken my own picture, quite frankly, I was just too lazy to do so. Perhaps one day I will replace it with my own rendition...don't hold your breath though - blue isn't a good color for you.)It seems we cannot get from here to there without an orange barrel surfacing. If they were truly working on a whole stretch of road, I would be somewhat understanding (though I still maintain that they do not need to be working on multiple major thoroughfares at once - but what do I know?). Unfortunately, as you drive down the orange barrel lined roads, the sight of burly men at work is ... well ... few and far between. I say that with disappointment not because I enjoy the sight of construction workers, but rather because I dislike the inconvenience of closed lanes where no work is being done.
I am sure my friends in construction could give me multiple reasons why such closures are necessary. To them, I say "Poppycock!" I, of course, am not 100% sure what that means.
Amidst this sea of orange, it seems too that lately all I hear is more bad news. More people losing jobs, sick parents and grandparents, losing loved ones, troubled pregnancies, yadda yadda yadda... Even in the excitement of an impending wedding, all this news can cast a gloomy shadow on things - it can even drain my energy and has from time to time. No worries, though, every shadow has the sun behind it, and I know that all this too shall pass. With so many blessings in my life, the evil one is sure to try to muck it up with a little darkness in the shadows, but I know who's on my side. To all those with the cares of the world on their shoulders, myself included some days - I say give it all up to the only one who has conquered the world. Jesus - it's all yours!
...and that is what this episode of our own version of Friends would be called. Well, minus the floor sander, perhaps this episode was kind of already done, only I didn't inherit a stinky boy apartment. I'm just renovating before the hubby-to-be becomes the hubby-who-moves-in!
FlyGirl came over last night to help rip out the last of the carpet that covered the hardwood floors in my house. The room that was the office...er, storage/office, is now uncovered and waiting for furniture to become the office/guest room until we have need for an office/nursery. Yes, the office will remain in place. Once you understand that the "office" is a desk and some supplies in the closet, it makes it less strange I hope!As payment for her hard work, I made dinner, and as usually happens, we caught a few episodes of Friends in syndication (because we all know you can catch an episode just about anytime, anywhere) while we were on our dinner break. After finishing up in the office, taking the rolls of carpet and other demolition trash outside to the curb, we set out to be a little less destructive and a little more creative.
Earlier in the day we'd been looking at fancy-schmancy headbands that FlyGirl could possibly wear in our wedding now that she has shorter hair that won't go up. After surfing a few sites and realizing that the bridal business is a veritable racket we couldn't afford, we were inspired to create our own line of headwear. So we threw on "America's Got Talent" (which after watching the show for the first time I find to be questionable), and away we went!
...now we just need models to show them off in style!
All in all, not a bad night of destroying and creating, of creating and destroying....
So, I've had a few things to upload over the last couple of days, more photos from a day in the life, interesting experiences, but well, one of those experiences kept me unplugged...literally! I was working on the office in my home (painting and clearing the room to pull out the carpet), when I unplugged the computer from the power strip. In doing so, the prong on the cord actually snapped. I'd never imagined that was possible. In the interest of not completely frying the laptop, I decided to use the computer for work only, preserving what battery life I had, while I ordered another adapter (second one, mind you). Luckily, thanks to a HS/FB friend, I spent much less on this one NOT going through Best Buy...best tip I've gotten all year! ;)
Long story...well...long, I'm back in business! The weather has been warmer and more humid than I like, but the sky has been just beautiful in the mixture of the perfect cottonball clouds and sunlight. So, here are a few sky-pix from the past week...
(Just in case you were concerned, rest assured I was not actually driving while these photos were snapped with my phone. I was at a stoplight for two and in a parking lot stopped at a stop sign for the other!)
Or, rather...the sassy apple as I like to call it!
Seriously - is this apple not sticking it's tongue out at me?!?
Little sassafrass fruit snack...
Little sassafrass fruit snack...
Every now and then, I go back through all my photo files, and realize one of the downfalls of being the shutterbug I am is forgetting some of the pictures I have taken. This evening I took a stroll down photo lane and discovered a store of photos from our last Fall Retreat. I love autumn, with its rich and vibrant colors, to the cool breeze...and having a retreat on Lake Huron just adds to its charm. Seeing these makes me look forward to autumn, though I realize this year I have new adventures to look forward to...
The colors of autumn...
Life's a beach...or on the beach...
Luck be a lady...bug...
A beloved park bench...
I admit it. I am old. Well, older than I was at any rate. ChiquitaBanana had a party tonight, and I was gleefully planning on arriving around 7:30 and leaving by 10...until on the phone with FlyGirl, when I realized I should check the party details. Much to my dismay, the party did not even start until 9. Upon learning this, I was truthfully disappointed.
Although I've been having trouble sleeping (and no, it is not because I am blogging in the wee hours of the morning. I'm blogging because I can't sleep!), I must admit I have long looked forward to being home by 9 or 10, getting into my pajamas and just relaxing. I am no longer the MadameSocialButterfly I used to be by any means, as Hombre and I were discussing at ChiquitaBanana's. Long gone are the days where if a party started at 9, we'd show up at 11 and possibly stay 'til the sun came up the next morning. Those were indeed glorious days, and perhaps we can relive them on rare occasion.
Mostly, though, I'd rather curl up on the couch with a good book or some reruns...possibly a good movie if one is on tv, because even deciding on a movie to put in the DVD player is too much effort at night. I think one of the things I am most looking forward to about marriage is having someone to share that downtime with...and maybe someone to make the decision about the movie, though my MonsterMan might not always get his pick.
And now...off to try to cure that insomnia with some sleep.
(All names have been changed to protect the innocent. I kind of figured you might have guessed that, but hey - I don't want to make assumptions. I am not really marrying a monster.)
Although I've been having trouble sleeping (and no, it is not because I am blogging in the wee hours of the morning. I'm blogging because I can't sleep!), I must admit I have long looked forward to being home by 9 or 10, getting into my pajamas and just relaxing. I am no longer the MadameSocialButterfly I used to be by any means, as Hombre and I were discussing at ChiquitaBanana's. Long gone are the days where if a party started at 9, we'd show up at 11 and possibly stay 'til the sun came up the next morning. Those were indeed glorious days, and perhaps we can relive them on rare occasion.
Mostly, though, I'd rather curl up on the couch with a good book or some reruns...possibly a good movie if one is on tv, because even deciding on a movie to put in the DVD player is too much effort at night. I think one of the things I am most looking forward to about marriage is having someone to share that downtime with...and maybe someone to make the decision about the movie, though my MonsterMan might not always get his pick.
And now...off to try to cure that insomnia with some sleep.
(All names have been changed to protect the innocent. I kind of figured you might have guessed that, but hey - I don't want to make assumptions. I am not really marrying a monster.)
