Stick your face in things

Sorry, I really have no better title for this blog post.

I'm currently typing this while Mr. Binx sticks his face in the air conditioner and then jumps back when he realizes that there's something blowing out of there. He then tries again about 30 seconds later. You'd think he'd learn but then again if he could learn he'd be doing my laundry by now.

I was starting to think how this reminded me of my brother. When he was a baby my mom would put out the sprinkler and I would jump through it while my brother would sit there and let it spray him in the face. He'd look surprised for a moment and then do it again. Baby Chinese water torture, except he liked it. There are pictures to prove this. Maybe I should get him a sprinkler for Christmas.

Sticking your face in things is not a summer time event though. When I was a kid I would convince my friends that we should stick our faces in the snow and see who could last the longest. This was not a fun game. Once I figured this out I decided I would be the referee and make sure no one cheated. On a ski trip to Vermont I remembered this game and convinced Nate, Jackie and Dave to do this. Uncle Scott came out and asked me what was going on. I calmly replied that they were sticking their faces in the snow and I was making sure no one cheated. He shook his head and walked back into the house.

I'm thinking people like to stick their faces in things around me. I'd like to have a better persuasion power but you take what you can get.

I do a killer whale impersonation

Today I imitated a whale in a pool. All you need is one noodle, some water in the noodle and then a deep breath to blow the water out of your imitation blow hole. Tony's granddaughter found this pretty funny and we were both spouting water in the pool. I then made her guess what type of whale I was.

I took some of my mom's yarn so I can start crocheting again. Unfortunately my whale imitation is better than my crocheting at the moment. I know the basics but want to try to crochet something besides another scarf.

I avoided french fries twice this weekend. I'm quite proud of myself. I had two salads for dinner instead and they were both really good. I drank some sangria and was pretty happy about that. I forgot that it exists and I was like, why am I not drinking that? I love sangria. I'd like to try to make it myself.

Now I'm waiting for my hair to dry so I can go to bed. I don't like sleeping with chlorine hair and the cats kept licking my legs like weirdos. Enjoy that chlorine skin guys.

Dinner is served

If I could have dinner with one person in history it would be Henry VIII.  I'm using a pic of Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Henry VIII because who wouldn't want to look at that!  I'd like to have dinner pre festering leg wound because I wouldn't want my appetite ruined.  Maybe Anne Boleyn could join us too?

I've always had a fascination with this time period.  There was so much going on with religion and politics not to mention a king who was known to lose his temper.  I understand why the ladies loved him.  He was handsome, tall, charming and not to mention the King of England.  I would prefer just being his mistress.  I still get the dresses and jewels but I also get to keep my head.

I watched the Tudors and there were some inaccuracies but I just ignored them because that series is good tv watching.  I cried during the last few episodes.  It was like I was saying good bye to friends.  Crazy crazy friends.

Who would you have dinner with?

I am not a crazy cat lady, just a crazy animal lady.

I care more about what happens to animals in a movie than people.  People can get killed off left and right and it won't bother me but if an animal doesn't make it I'm a wreck.

The first time I watched Alien all I could think about was the cat.  When Ripley runs back for the cat she was my hero forever because that would have been me. 

You're on my shit list I am Legend.