May 27 2008
Hot Fun
Hey, y’all. I missed you! Really, I did, but I needed some time away from the keyboard - because the time I spend every day on the computer is not good for my ancient eyes OR my right hand. I need that right hand (and Mr. Hot needs that right hand) since I’m butt-useless with my left. I know that it’s not good when your wrist at the base of your thumb starts tingling and and your shoulders start burning when you spend eleventy-kazillion hours surfing working. And no one is offering to pay me big bucks for my life story yet I still have to earn a living doing my real job.
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Aaaaaanyway, Saturday we spent the day out at Milan Dragway watching “Night of Thunder” - which was actually “all freakin’ day and into the night” of Thunder. Broken up by loooooong stretches of watching this guy:
go up and down the track very, very slowly. Because, y’know, when those suckers crash - or blow up (as in “he done blowed up”) - it takes a very,very, looooooooong ass time to get all of that oil and all of those little pieces up off the track. Oh, and obviously, I forgot to take my camera - so you get a cell-picture. Shush. It’s not nice to make fun.
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On Sunday, Mr. Hot and I loaded up the bikes into the back of the truck, drove a little ways into town, and then unloaded the bikes and took off. Will someone please remind me next time that hills? Suck. And when you haven’t been on a proper bike ride in 2 years? Your hips scream and your knees threaten to break through the skin and run away to live life in the flatlands. Your, um, lady-bits say “Enough! We’re shutting down here. This is NOT our idea of fun. In fact, we can make sure you never feel that kind of fun again!” But, we made it about 10 miles.
Then we came home and I laid on the peninsula and died of pain took a nap.
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Yesterday, we were invited to the neighbor’s house for a cookout. No, NOT the neighbors that I spy on every day between 7:30 and 5. Those are the “across the street” neighbors. These are the “on the right” neighbors. It was a nice, sedate crowd (y’all? if, at 45, you’re the youngest one of the bunch AND the only one who actually drank a glass of wine - it’s a nearly comatose level of sedate) - but it was nice to be included, and we did learn a thing or two.
First, the main drag (Michigan Avenue) is NOT referred to as Michigan Avenue around here. It’s “12″. As in “U.S. 12″. Now, I grew up in the area - only about 10 miles east of here - just a mile north of Michigan Avenue. It’s always been Michigan Avenue. Apparently, though, there’s some invisible dividing line where Michigan Avenue is no longer called that. It’s called 12. I thought maybe it was only a quirk of these neighbors and their friends, except that today, a complete stranger called Mr. Hot about a mower we’re selling. “Oh, yea, you’re out there off of 12, ain’tcha?”. Luckily we knew what the hell he was talking about. Two days ago, we would have had no fuckin’ clue.
Second, the “on the right” neighbors actually know the “across the street” neighbors. “The Husband” and “The Wife” have lived here a long time, apparently. Before their kids were born anyway, and they’re in Middle School now. I know I got sidetracked with the Hot Affair and all, but y’all? too freakin’ weird is what the whole thing is.
According to “On the Right” neighbors, The Husband lives in the house with the kids. But when I sit my butt down in my chair in the mornings, it’s her car that’s there. So, they must have some sort of arrangement where she comes over and takes the kids to school and then picks them up at least 1/2 the week. (Dudes, sound familiar? Oh Mah Holy Hell! It’s the reverse Mr. Hot and Ex-Mrs. Hot!) I haven’t figured out the whole Not The Husband thing, but I haven’t seen him since the 12th, so either they aren’t using this house as a getaway anymore or it really was a plumber fixing a broken toilet.
Sigh. I guess I shouldn’t quit my day job to become a private investigator, eh?
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Here’s what happens, though, when you spend an entire weekend away from the computer and actually outside, though. Even when you’re 1/2 Lebanese. Even when you remember occasionally to put on sunscreen:
Mr. Lady and I weren’t even on the same side of the Mississippi and we are both paying the price for being outside for three straight days.
—- And we have a freeze warning for tonight. It was 84 yesterday, and tonight I’ll be covering the tomatoes. Whoever is pissing off Mother Nature, please stop? —-
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That’s funny. U.S. 12 goes right by my brother’s house. Maybe next time I head up there I’ll just keep driving!
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If I ever find out who is pissing her off, I will promptly tell you and commence beating hell out of them.
Trust me.
Krissa’s last blog post..Homeboy fashions
Get Mr Hot to rub some Aloe Vera on your chest. The man should be honoured.
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Glad that you had some time ‘away’ from the computer, for yourself and Mr. Hot. Send some of that cool air down here, will ya’. It’s getting kind of warm again…
coastrat’s last blog post..WEEK #12 - MISSISSIPPI GULF COAST BLUE BIRD UPDATE
I’m so bummed that the neighbor’s story isn’t more exciting. I was enjoying the mystery. Anyhow, get some aloe on that sunburn!
RC’s last blog post..Incognito
I thought, on the first read, that the bikes were motorcycles. I was thinking “why does her bike cause her pain?”, then I saw the 10 miles and was really confused. Then I got my glasses and could actually see. But all in all, my concern was really touching.
Shania’s last blog post..My little grandma
The burn doesn’t look intense enough for peeling. I usually wear a big honking hat in the sun.
Too bad you had to find out the scoop on across the street neighbours. It was way more fun when your were a private investigator.
witchypoo’s last blog post..That’s Odd
We really need to live closer to each other so we can slather each other in al…..oh, shit. SEE? Straight to the gutter again.
Mr Lady’s last blog post..How to Make a Candy Cane in 8 Easy Steps
I missed you! And ouch at the sunburn. AND I can see your hair and there is a serious lack of green bits. Obviously you aren’t thinking about it hard enough.
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I’m in the same boat as you on the Mr. NTH. Funny peninsula story (great synonym to use for a 4 yo.). I was out 3 days straight too - my back is paying for it more than my front this time. Overall, I would say the w/e was just what you needed! Oh, and if Mr. Hot is putting on Aloe - ask him to use his “left” hand - see how well he does with it too!
Wbppsh7’s last blog post..Happy Memorial Day
OK..you didn’t tell me that I didn’t have you on my blogroll..witchypoo caught it, all is well.
In StL we are the home of roads changing names. Tucker is 12th and Watson turns into Chippewa, Lindbergh into Kirkwood and I can go on and on and on.
I am VERY dissapointed the neighbor isn’t having an affair..darn!
I am furious at the global warming which is left me in a sweatshirt, sweatpants and jacket to go to Target..then tonight I’m going to the baseball game. I have a turtleneck on now. Grrr
mp’s last blog post..Oooo A new photo contest!
Ouch! I hate sunburn! Fortunately I don’t get it very often. The .001% Native American keeps sunburn at bay, but the English/Irish/Norwegian keeps me pasty. I really have no clue what the Yugoslavian part of me does. Maybe that’s where The Crazy comes from…
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It’s not me. Mother Nature and I have a *thing* going and have for years, lol. She’s my friend and usually does what I ask. Except for rain. She just won’t give in on that one. Ever.
Hmm.. my entire 4 day holiday weekend was filled with neighborhood barbecues and beer and margaritas. Lots and lots of margaritas. And minor gossip here and there. Because there are always *those* kinds of neighbors who are never at the neighborhood things… mostly because the rest of us can’t stand them and don’t invite them.. not that they would stoop so low as to show up even if we did…. but no one called the police on us this time…
flutterby’s last blog post..Madly in love…
Ouch! The Matron went on a run over the weekend and accidentally went six miles (yes, she’s crazy that way) instead of her regular four and came home to find the husband had loaded up the bikes for a two hour family bike ride! She joins you in the ache department. .. .
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Wow! A sunburn - it’s been so long since the sun shone here I don’t even remember how to get one! Hope it and your hand are better soon!
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OUCH.
Hmm… interesting new development in the Across-the-Street neighbor saga. Maybe they got a new love nest?
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ouch! That’ll serve you right for flaunting your breasticles to all and sundry…
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Don’t give up yet on it being an affair across the road. Wait a while……. something will develop and if not, well make it up girl. No-one cares if it’s true or not only that it’s juicy.
Gypsy’s last blog post..Here we go again…..