This site is about my life growing up and growing older in Mathews County, a rural, water-bound community on the way to nowhere in particular.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Morning After
This is a photo I took over the summer from Gwynn's Island.
In honor of my headache, which is approximately the size of Oklahoma, Texas and California combined, I am taking a break from my usual lengthy, rambling, run-on-sentence filled posts. (Stop clapping so loudly, you're hurting my hair follicles.)
The neighborhood gathering went well last night, and there are a few stories I'd like to tell, but now that the neighborhood knows about this blog, I will opt to state simply that I enjoyed having everyone over and hope we have another one again soon.
At somebody else's house. (Just kidding. Sort of.)
Tonight is the Mathews County Christmas Parade, which is my all-time favorite parade. If I remember to bring my camera, I'll take some pictures to share with you.
Right now, I'd like to share my head with my pillow.
Have a great Saturday, everyone.
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9 comments:
Yay! Did you take any pictures last night?? I find some hair of the dog is helpful on days like this;)
I swear, I don't envy you now that your neighbors know about this blog. The day I'm outed here at the compound, is the day I high tail it out of town before I'm stoned to death by canes, walkers and a couple of scooter chairs.
I can't wait to "meet" the people in your hood.
Sober up and gear up for that parade!!
Hope your headache dissolves before the festivities tonight. We went to a parade last weekend in F'burg and it was sleeting and miserable out, but that didn't stop me from eating cotton candy, donuts, and various other toxic junk food. The weather should be perfect for your parade. Eat a funnel cake for me!
Glad it went well! We ended up hosting an impromptu pre-holiday gathering for the neighbors last night. I didn't have to fret about it because we cooked it up at the last minute. It was BYOB and an appetizer. We provided electricity, running water, and heat, and would have provided seating too, had everyone not stood around the island in our kitchen for the entire party.
...(*whispering*)...Hi CBW, have fun at the parade! Make sure you strap a pillow to your head and carry a big stick so you can prop yourself up, okay?
...(*still whispering*)Eat a funnel cake for me too please... :op
...Blessings... :o)
YO! CBW!!! HOW ARE YOU FEELING TODAY??? HEEHEEHEE!!!!
Wish I were there:) Are you going to the Sandpiper tonight???
MPM - I did take some pictures, mostly of the cutest little 1-year-old in a Santa Clause dress I've ever laid eyes on. If I have time tonight I'll try and upload the pictures.
GJ - You're too funny, but a very wise woman.
Kaffy - We didn't have any cotton candy or funnel cakes at our parade, just hot chocolate and popcorn. I don't envy you with the sleet. IT was colder than a well digger's hind parts but at least we didn't have rain.
Meg - That's the way to do it. And I will never understand the dynamics of where people gather. The entire time I was picturing this soiree I envisioned everyone sitting in the living room, so I made sure that's where the music was, proper seats, etc. Everyone sat in the dining room chairs that they dragged from the dining room to just outside the kitchen.
tj - Bless your heart for whispering.
BHE - Did you say something? I couldn't hear it - I was too busy picking up the shards of glass from the window you just broke with your yelling. Sandpiper is having a great band tonight, but I am spending time with the family and will be hittin' the hay here real soon. You missed a grand parade!
I said doctor, is there noothing I can take? I say doctor to relieve this belly ache? (or head whatever)
Put the lime in the coconut and drink them all together, put the lime in the coconut and then you'll feel better, put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up...
you got a groove goin on there did ya? Wish I would've been there!
I can't wait to see parade pictures! I am glad the party was delightful! : )
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