Oh my friends, I am Helen of Troy. I have been swept off to a foreign land. A land in which there is no computer time for me.
My computer is down again!
My saga begins with the visit of a dear friend.......
Our kingdom has been plagued by a constant state of guerrilla warfare, small irritating clashes with the Greek king Melaneaus and his brother Agamemnon. ( also known as 'the computer',the Internet',and stupid, blankety-blank connection problems.)
Then came Peace. Peace in the the form of Hector, the Hero of Troy and his luscious brother, Paris. (Also known as my darling hubby, and his alter ego Dick Daring)
These brothers of Troy saw my plight, and attempted to rescue me; whisking me away to their city, protected by the legendary Firewalls of Troy. Of course the Greek armies came and surrounded the city, phishing for weaknesses and making a nuisance of themselves.
Through it all, the walls held, and I began to feel secure. Then came a day of calm and quiet. Reinforcements arrived in the form of Boyd and Betsy, all seemed well within my world. I sat at my desk, contentedly pimping my blog and checking my site meter and snooping on all the Lurkers who view, but choose not to stay, share, or comment on Katie's Calamities.
Quite suddenly I noticed a large wooden horse left behind by persons unknown. I was curious, and I also am quite fond of large wood horses. I did have a nagging feeling, however, some warning I had heard about Greeks who bear gifts. And as I pondered this, the great walls came down. My security software flashed warnings that escalated from threat detected, to firewall breach, to informing me of a Trojan horse infection!
Troy has fallen. I now speak to you from exile; awaiting salvation ( a solution will have to wait till after Labor day). I bid you good day, and good bye, for now.
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Visitors
This past weekend we had house guests. This is a pretty big deal for us farm folk. A visit involves lots of farm sprucing. As we worked hard to chip off the crust of baked on poop and knock down the thick layer of dust (from our dirt driveway, that is now traveled by our neighboring teen drivers...yikes!) our anticipation grew. These were special house guests. These were our college roommates from 15 years ago. Everyone was electric with excitement. Head-Strong boy was most excited....said guests would be bringing their Wii gaming system.
As we plugged along passing the days till arrival, washing and preparing, I started to get nervous. I haven't seen these people for 15 years. The last time we spoke in real life (we have emailed and IM'd) we were just teenagers, love struck at that. So much had happened since. Would we find that old comfortable groove?
Upon arrival, our guests were greeted with my remaining blob of Mt. Washmore or Washless as the case may be. This really stressed my husband. I hope it didn't stress my guests because I tried not to care....too much. Sure I wished for a magazine spread but come on, have you been reading my blog long? I am SHE. Slob sister extraordinaire.
So Washmore aside, we welcomed our old chums with outstretched arms, and struck up the old friendly banter.
In college, Misty and I shared a room. Our boyfriends (now husbands) shared a room. We lived in a Motel 6 in the middle of a cow paddy. Our dorms were an old converted Motel, divided into quads. Girls on one side, boys on the other. The wall dividing the girls from the boys was nothing to speak of and with a huge crack running down the middle we would pass notes back and forth between boys and girls. This is how it all began. A couple of shy girls passing love notes to their soon to be husbands, through a crack in the wall.
Nowadays, we have life to weigh us down but inside we are still those shy little girls. We laughed till we cried. We shared our stories. We caught a chick flick. We shared our current obsessions. (Misty I am still reading Twilight.) We chortled on about how this or that would make a great blog post. Our kids hit it off and were on their best behavior, thank goodness. Our hubbies (also on their best behavior) found many common interests and are dreaming ofSuper Hero Rock Star status via the Wii.
Dick Daring insisted on showing our friends the old local mining shafts and the fire watch tower, I think they were impressed. We sat watching forest fires and noshed on Subway sammies. The man in the watch tower boomed down at us, making us feel as if we were talking to God himself. With our bellies full and the sun setting over the valley, we descended the mountain. Eagerly we talked of the next days activities. A day at the beach.
We took our chums to the best beachy spot on the Oregon Coast that we know of. At Sunset Bay we lounged, read books, took far too many photos; never having to worry that the kids were going to be sucked out to sea. Heavenly. One monster sand castle and 5 sand crusted children later, we call it a day. As we pressed homeward, we stopped for photo ops, pizza and potty breaks. We laughed at the silliness of the kids. The moon rose with great splendor as a summer thunder storm chased us home. Slowly... the melancholy settled in. Our time together was coming to a close.
Our visit came to an end far to quickly. On Sunday our friends made the long trek home. We are already making plans for next year. We will both be celebrating our 15Th Anniversaries. I think a Cruise is in order....
As we plugged along passing the days till arrival, washing and preparing, I started to get nervous. I haven't seen these people for 15 years. The last time we spoke in real life (we have emailed and IM'd) we were just teenagers, love struck at that. So much had happened since. Would we find that old comfortable groove?
Upon arrival, our guests were greeted with my remaining blob of Mt. Washmore or Washless as the case may be. This really stressed my husband. I hope it didn't stress my guests because I tried not to care....too much. Sure I wished for a magazine spread but come on, have you been reading my blog long? I am SHE. Slob sister extraordinaire.
So Washmore aside, we welcomed our old chums with outstretched arms, and struck up the old friendly banter.
In college, Misty and I shared a room. Our boyfriends (now husbands) shared a room. We lived in a Motel 6 in the middle of a cow paddy. Our dorms were an old converted Motel, divided into quads. Girls on one side, boys on the other. The wall dividing the girls from the boys was nothing to speak of and with a huge crack running down the middle we would pass notes back and forth between boys and girls. This is how it all began. A couple of shy girls passing love notes to their soon to be husbands, through a crack in the wall.
Nowadays, we have life to weigh us down but inside we are still those shy little girls. We laughed till we cried. We shared our stories. We caught a chick flick. We shared our current obsessions. (Misty I am still reading Twilight.) We chortled on about how this or that would make a great blog post. Our kids hit it off and were on their best behavior, thank goodness. Our hubbies (also on their best behavior) found many common interests and are dreaming of
Dick Daring insisted on showing our friends the old local mining shafts and the fire watch tower, I think they were impressed. We sat watching forest fires and noshed on Subway sammies. The man in the watch tower boomed down at us, making us feel as if we were talking to God himself. With our bellies full and the sun setting over the valley, we descended the mountain. Eagerly we talked of the next days activities. A day at the beach.
We took our chums to the best beachy spot on the Oregon Coast that we know of. At Sunset Bay we lounged, read books, took far too many photos; never having to worry that the kids were going to be sucked out to sea. Heavenly. One monster sand castle and 5 sand crusted children later, we call it a day. As we pressed homeward, we stopped for photo ops, pizza and potty breaks. We laughed at the silliness of the kids. The moon rose with great splendor as a summer thunder storm chased us home. Slowly... the melancholy settled in. Our time together was coming to a close.
Our visit came to an end far to quickly. On Sunday our friends made the long trek home. We are already making plans for next year. We will both be celebrating our 15Th Anniversaries. I think a Cruise is in order....
Here is just a peek at some of our beachy fun.
Path to the beach.
Splashing in the bay.
Fast friends, Gen and Fern.
This is why it's called Sunset Bay.
~ Goodbye my friend.~
Till next time.
You can read Misty's vacation breakdown here.
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