Three Things

Welcome to another edition of Three Thing Thursday, where you share three things and I share four three things.

1. The photo above is from a section of Aaron's Beach which has eroded in the past year thanks to a few major tsunamis storms. Not long ago, you could walk unencumbered from this spot over to that patch of white beach, but alas now you must wade through water.

2. Today is the last real day of school for the Chesapeake Bay Children. There are a thousand other things we must attend, including sports banquets, awards ceremonies and I haven't worn a dress since the early '80s other events which require not my standard uniform of jeans formal attire.

3a. Ants. I must retract--or revise--my previous statements of love and adoration for Terro, although I'd still like to be their spokesperson if they'd please come out to my house and take care of these things once and for all. Of course Terro doesn't make house calls, they just manufacture the poison and the traps which cause normal, non-mutant ants to swarm and then die.

To be successful in the 23076 ant zone of a zip code, Terro must ooze freely from the shower heads, the sinks, the fire extinguisher, the HVAC unit, my pores, the electrical sockets, the kitchen cabinets, the sliding glass doors, the bathroom tiles, my tear ducts, the bathroom closet, and the garden hose. When this happens, I might have a fighting chance against these killer ants.

3b. If you want to read something extremely horrifying humorous, go back to Mrs. F With 4's comment on yesterday's post. She weaves quite the spider's web story and never ceases to make me laugh.

Now it's your turn. Please share three things or four things, ten things or more things.

As long as you're not sharing insects, just share.

Three Things

Welcome to Three Thing Thursday, where we share three (or more) random (or related) things. Whatever you want. Anything at all.

I'll begin.

1. The house above sits patiently on a corner on the way to Haven Beach. It's also on the way to Aaron's Beach, but this particular day I was headed to Haven.

Just so you know, I deleted about another two paragraphs relating to this opening statement because it rambled on and on. On and on. Although I personally found the content amusing, I thought it best to just delete it and move on to the next subject. You're very welcome.

2. Last night I sat down to sip some $4.99 Fish Eye Merlot with a screw cap to read the Gazette Journal. Perusing the Glimpses from the Past section, I came across something which forced me to say something I've not uttered in this lifetime in a while:

"Well bust my buttons and buckle my shoes!"

There in plain print was this:

"50 Years Ago
Thursday, April 14, 1960

...Miss Mary Ann Jones, daughter of Mrs. Bernice Jones of Gloucester, was crowned Queen of the Daffodil Ball held at Gloucester High School on Saturday evening, April 9. The ball is an annual affair sponsored by the Gloucester Lions Club."

Miss M.A.J. is Chesapeake Bay Mother and Mrs. B.J. (nee Streagle) was my grandmother.

3. Thanks so much to all of you who comment here-- I truly, truly appreciate it. Although I don't always have time to say so, just know that I value and appreciate the time you spend visiting here and commenting. The comments really make my day.

3b. I would like to officially state for the record that Mrs. F. with 4, who comments here regularly, never ceases to amaze me with her hilarious remarks. I cannot thank her enough for making me laugh on such a consistent basis.

This is also a personal plea for her to please find her visa (she's from Canada) and make the trip here for Blog Fest in July. As long as she leaves her ants (with carvable rumps) behind, everything should be delightful. Actually, to demonstrate how much I'd like her to visit, I'd even welcome her mutant-sized ants with open arms if it meant she would come to Mathews County, Virginia, for a visit. Now that I've discovered the wonders of Terro, I can utter that sentence without wincing.

Now it's your turn to share three (or more) things. Anything you want.

Happy Thursday.