Overexposed

I love to over expose.

And husband looks like a giant here because he was one stair step higher than I was. Not because he is in fact a giant. We are both very little people.

Husband Art: Unfinished Alien

The right and wrong way to handle yourself in a wind storm

A movie theater! Yeah, a large mostly empty old dollar theater with no basement. Schmmmmmart.

Get Smart. Dumb movie. Doesn't deserve any more than that.

My shoe just got blown off! Would have blown off my socks had I been wearing any! Wild.

Fountain water being blown out of the fountain and pine needles being blown into our faces. It was fun for a few minutes but then we had trouble standing upright and large sheets of something like cardboard or plywood starting flying past our heads.

Then a street light blew over. Ep! Thinking maybe we should go home.

Lots of trees down.

Look, we're missing some roof.

Oh, there are the shingles.

And debris... and colorful cars. Spiffy.

And no power in the apartment. No way to make dinner. Maybe we should go out and drive across town without street lights and over fallen trees and try to find a restaurant with power to eat at. Long story made shorter, the roads were blocked off by police officers and the only restaurant in town that had power was Red Lobster. And husband doesn't eat fish or steak.

After an hour wait...

He was bored but smiley and black and white because in Red Lobster, all photos came out very red and man-that-lives-on-the-sun colored.

I was deep in shirimp/lobster/clams/crab/all-of-the-above heaven. Can't decide, want it all.

Husband just ate about 12 servings of chicken tenders.

By around the 7th chicken tender I got a call from the hotel letting me know that we are without power and going to be closing down and moving 200+ guests and I need to come into work at 4am.

Gah?!?

Yeah.

So we ran home, fumbled around the apartment by candle light, as we don't own a flashlight, then went to bed. Without a fan. Without aircon. Next to a man born in the tropics. I broiled... for about an hour before I had to wake up.

Unless you've been there, it is impossible to imagine what 4am at a powered-down empty hotel is like. It's hard enough to be awake at 4am, but try to stay awake in the dark... in the quiet... with no TV, no computer, no coffee... good lord. I tried to psych myself out with thoughts of crazy killers popping out from dark stairwells. That was my savior.

After about five hours the it was light enough outside to brighten up the lobby through the skylights. The library there? That's how dark (so much darker) the rest of the hotel is. We had to pee by the light of a key chain flash light. While someone decided the chandler is an "emergency light" and should be run by the generator, they didn't care about those poor people stuck in the hotel who may need to pee.

Check out the outside, though.

Ouch.

And so ends the story of why you should own a little charcoal grill, a few flash lights, know where your hand powered radio is, live in a place without so many trees and turn your phone off when you go to dinner.

Husband Art:

An unfinished doodle from his GNC notebook.

Found while "spring cleaning".

This is all the stuff that has nowhere to go. It's going to continue to sit on floor in the middle of the room.

Apartment Life: new additions

Nothing like a muggy rainy day to make you want to go out and buy some rain-coat colored pots and some new tropic plants.

I love them, I love them, I love them.

Summer Foods

I heart farmers markets. And the only thing better than stumbling across a cute little farmers market in the ghetto, is finding a random and previously laundered $5 bill in your pocket.

*Squee*

Check out the $5 bounty.

Except for the fancy chocolate covered yummies—those were a just-‘cause husband gift. But they were darling with fresh strawberries and cherry tomatoes. Ah, heaven.

I just rotated between chocolate, strawberry, tomato, over and over again. And that was pretty much dinner.

That looks like a gorgeous ball of summer sugar? I'm trying to soak up as much as possible. I'm afraid we might be skipping fall and going right into winter. Yesterday was the first day I had worn jeans since about April. And today, I'm wearing jeans and a sweater and socks. It feels like December. I'm sorry, but I might need to go crawl back in bed.

The Husband

My husband works for a company that sells life insurance and offers financial planning. Today he was in Toledo for a class and while in class, it seems that he was doing less note-taking and more daydreaming about selling life insurance to Mario and Wario.

I could be wrong, but that's what I'm getting from this doodle.

P.s. isn't he the greatest? His cartooning is amazing and always makes for the best birthday cards.