Friday, August 8, 2008.....
I couldn't resist. I came across this article on Yahoo! and decided to post with my comments. Seriously, are people really stupid enough to complain to the bride about the food?
j
10 Things to Never Do at a Wedding
By Rita Mauceri and Elycia Rubin
The day two people exchange vows may not be your special day, but it's someone's special day, so be on your best behavior -- all the way from the I -do's to the obligatory Gloria Gaynor dance marathon...
1. Don't Be Fashionably Late As the song says, get to the church on time! Allow enough time to get to there 15 minutes early or more no matter what weather, traffic, or other acts of divine intervention pop up. Print out directions to both the ceremony and the reception (if it's at a different location). Many a wedding has been hampered by guests who got lost and showed up an hour late.
{Since I’m getting married at the reception location, I will instruct the captain (person I go to with problems the day of the event) not to let anyone in after 15 minutes from designated start time. They will have to wait for ceremony to be over before being permitted in for cocktails}
2. Don't Produce Sound Effects While at a wedding and reception, turn off your Blackberries and cell phones, put them on vibrate, or better yet, don't even take them!
{Seriously. Is this an issue?}
3. Don't Talk Trash It may sound obvious, but it happens all the time. No matter how big or how loud a wedding is, things get overheard. So, be on your best and most polite behavior. No gossip about any of the other guests. No complaining out loud about anything -- whether it's the food or the long line at the ladies' room. And no comparisons to other weddings! As far as the bride and groom are concerned, this is a perfect day, and so it should be!
{Okay, has anyone ever been to a wedding where you don’t hear trash being talked about??? That is the reason I’ve chosen not to have video cameras}
4. Don't Come Bearing Gifts Whether you're planning on gifting the happy couple a Cuisinart or cold hard cash, do them a huge favor and don't bring it on the wedding day. If you do, they have to keep track of it and haul it home at the end of the night. Send the gift ahead of time, or after the actual ceremony -- at a time when they can really relax and enjoy it.
{I guess that could be an issue for some people.}
5. Don't Dress Down Whatever you choose to wear, make the effort to look your best for the bride and groom. They'll appreciate that you got dolled or duded up for the occasion. If the invitation doesn't specify dress code, put in a friendly email or call to the bride, groom, their parents, or attendants to get more info. Black Tie means you've got to dust off that long silk dress or rent a tux. If it's an outdoor affair, there may be more leeway, but get details on the location, so you can come prepared (because it's isn't fun to be traipsing around in the sand in your stilettos!).
{Do you really have to tell an adult how to dress? However, my feeling is this, I’m inviting the person, I really want you there and quite frankly, I’m not going to notice how you dress unless in a wedding gown. However, I can almost guarantee, if you don’t dress appropriately, others may violate Rule 3 above and talk trash about you.}
6. Don't Bring Mr. or Ms. Random If you're single, choose your date carefully. If it's someone you've only been out with once, it may not be the best idea (could be awkward for you, your date, and the newlyweds). Same if it's someone you recently "sort of" broke up with. Weddings are intimate affairs and bringing in a stranger should be done with thought. Let the bride or groom know if you decide to come alone so they can seat you with other fun "ones!" And as much as you may love your kiddos, don't take them if children aren't invited.
{If the invitation allows you to bring a guest, then bring whomever you choose. However, if it doesn’t, don’t bring one. In a previous life, when married, I was invited to a wedding, but my spouse wasn’t. I actually had to check to see if oversight, it wasn’t. It is sometimes tough going to a wedding where you really don’t know a soul, bring someone (date or friend) that will enjoy the event with you, has manners and doesn’t cause drama}
7. Don't Steal the Show Wedding ceremonies take all forms -- from religious to poetic, musical, or humorous. Whatever the vibe, let the bride and groom set the tone and follow their lead. If you're normally a loud, life-of-the-party type, bring it down a notch and let the wedding couple stand out. If you're a weeper, bring tissues and sit where you can sob without disturbing the I Do's. If the ceremony includes religious rituals, find out what you should do (or not do) ahead of time.
{Oh please…if you’re going to steal the show…leave or the captain will throw you out, but not before I recommend you read Emily Post’s Etiquette book}
8. Don't Pig Out If food is serve-yourself, avoid the buffet line stampede and wait until the crowd dies down. Also, avoid going back for thirds. Take a break and save room for cake! Seconds might be okay, once you've seen that everyone has eaten. If the food is served sit-down, eat what is served without requesting substitutions or omissions, unless you have a food allergy. Otherwise, pick delicately or chow down, but don't gripe that you "don't like fish." Worse comes to worst, you can hit Burger King on the way home!
{Again, my day and I’m not going to notice if you complain. If you do complain, complain to someone else, otherwise, you’ll be talking to my hand. Seriously, we picked out items that we believed could appeal to various people, not just us. If you don’t like what is being served, there are many restaurants and drive-thrus in the area you can go to after the event.}
9. Don't Drag Out Skeletons If the bride blushes, it should be from pride, joy, or sheer love. Not because someone just stood up and told a humiliating story about the loser she dated in high school! Ingratiate yourself to the lady and her groom by avoiding any potentially embarrassing or juvenile behavior -- no bawdy jokes, no tales about their dating habits or exploits, no overdrinking, and no overly sexy dancing. Have fun, but don't have it at anyone else's expense.
{OMG….if you do that, I won’t ask the captain to kick you out, I’ll ask you to leave. Seriously, there is a time and place for everything. Although not quite sure when appropriate to embarrass a good friend....Also, remember, for every story you have on me, I may have 2 on you}
10. Don't Stockpile Party Favors At the end of the night, as you're saying your thank-yous and farewells, avoid the urge to hog all the super-cool (or yummy) party favors! You don't need to take some for people who weren't able to attend. You don't need extras. Take one for yourself, unless someone in the wedding party urges you to do otherwise.
{Sorry, no favors at my wedding – just flowers, too hard to hog them}
Friday, August 8, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
My Fiance Got His Balls on eBay....
Thursday, August 7, 2008....
Yup. It's true. My fiance did get his balls on eBay....granted they were croquet balls, but balls still the same. I know I'm being sophomoric, but if he hadn't been so obsessed on bidding on antique croquet balls, I think I wouldn't have found such pleasure in making that statement.
You have to understand, when I first starting dating my fiance, I brought him to the 2006 annual family b-b-que where playing croquet is part of the activities. He had a set in his attic from childhood and later brought them to my house. I can count on one hand how often we've played since the first time, yet, he became obsessed that his antique set has some flaws. The balls are a bit off and new ones are a must.
This summer I saw a new element in his obsession; bidding of the balls on EBay. He lost several times, but finally won. Now, he's happy because he has his balls courtesy of eBay.....
God, I hate to see what his next EBay obsession will be....
j
Yup. It's true. My fiance did get his balls on eBay....granted they were croquet balls, but balls still the same. I know I'm being sophomoric, but if he hadn't been so obsessed on bidding on antique croquet balls, I think I wouldn't have found such pleasure in making that statement.
You have to understand, when I first starting dating my fiance, I brought him to the 2006 annual family b-b-que where playing croquet is part of the activities. He had a set in his attic from childhood and later brought them to my house. I can count on one hand how often we've played since the first time, yet, he became obsessed that his antique set has some flaws. The balls are a bit off and new ones are a must.
This summer I saw a new element in his obsession; bidding of the balls on EBay. He lost several times, but finally won. Now, he's happy because he has his balls courtesy of eBay.....
God, I hate to see what his next EBay obsession will be....
j
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Wedding Ceremony....
Wednesday, August 6, 2008.....
God bless my 86 year old father...The one conversation I was dreading having with him was about my ceremony. Not exactly the ceremony, but where the ceremony was going to take place.
My dad is a devote Catholic and I never really wanted to bring up the subject of the ceremony because of this. When I got married the first time, I was much younger and he was paying, so a church wedding was mandatory. I wanted him to walk me down the aisle, but he refused to walk me down the aisle of the small nondenominational chapel, so I was married in the Catholic church. My parents were thrilled because I was marrying a Methodist and being married in the Catholic church meant I'd have to raise our children Catholic. I wonder. If we had had children and raised them outside the Catholic church, say as Methodists, would they have been guaranteed a spot in hell because I raised them outside the Catholic faith????
I have nothing against the Catholic church, however, it should be noted that the church I was married in, they recently had an incident with embezzlement and the priest was convicted to a prison term and the priest that married me, left the priesthood and married a divorced woman.
Put aside all the gossip,here are my issues: 1) annulments; and 2) a church cermony. The concept that I have to pay the church, in addition to my attorney, to tell me my wedding was invalid, is rather nuts. I hate the fact that the marriage and children are declared "invalid". Never quite understood that when you had kids in the picture. Besides, I had a fairly long first marriage and I don't want to pretend that part of my life didn't exist. That's just crazy talk.
So, being a true coward, I wasn't really planning on telling my dad where the ceremony was. I was going to have just show up and he'd find out once he was there. I know how important the church ceremony is to him, but I'm 42 and wanted a low key JP wedding. He asked and was very cool about the whole thing. He actually told me that "I'm an adult and he recognizes that I have my own opinions. If I wanted his, he knows I would have asked". I know, deep down, he's a little upset, but he REALLY likes my fiance and I know that is far more important to him.
j
God bless my 86 year old father...The one conversation I was dreading having with him was about my ceremony. Not exactly the ceremony, but where the ceremony was going to take place.
My dad is a devote Catholic and I never really wanted to bring up the subject of the ceremony because of this. When I got married the first time, I was much younger and he was paying, so a church wedding was mandatory. I wanted him to walk me down the aisle, but he refused to walk me down the aisle of the small nondenominational chapel, so I was married in the Catholic church. My parents were thrilled because I was marrying a Methodist and being married in the Catholic church meant I'd have to raise our children Catholic. I wonder. If we had had children and raised them outside the Catholic church, say as Methodists, would they have been guaranteed a spot in hell because I raised them outside the Catholic faith????
I have nothing against the Catholic church, however, it should be noted that the church I was married in, they recently had an incident with embezzlement and the priest was convicted to a prison term and the priest that married me, left the priesthood and married a divorced woman.
Put aside all the gossip,here are my issues: 1) annulments; and 2) a church cermony. The concept that I have to pay the church, in addition to my attorney, to tell me my wedding was invalid, is rather nuts. I hate the fact that the marriage and children are declared "invalid". Never quite understood that when you had kids in the picture. Besides, I had a fairly long first marriage and I don't want to pretend that part of my life didn't exist. That's just crazy talk.
So, being a true coward, I wasn't really planning on telling my dad where the ceremony was. I was going to have just show up and he'd find out once he was there. I know how important the church ceremony is to him, but I'm 42 and wanted a low key JP wedding. He asked and was very cool about the whole thing. He actually told me that "I'm an adult and he recognizes that I have my own opinions. If I wanted his, he knows I would have asked". I know, deep down, he's a little upset, but he REALLY likes my fiance and I know that is far more important to him.
j
Friday, August 1, 2008
Interview.....
Friday, August 1, 2008.....
Today, was my second interview with this company I'd like to work for. I was a bit confused because the first interview was with the hiring manager and this one was with HR. Usually, it is the other way around for me. The HR manager prescreens and then sends me to the hiring manager. So, I'm not too sure of what gives. I couldn't get a great read, but could definitely tell she wasn't repulsed --- that is a definite good sign. However, you ever have those days where everything is topsy-turvy? This has been my day....
It started with the fiance calling me at 6:10 a.m. to say "rabbit-rabbit" on his way to work (for those that don't know..these are the first words that come out of mouth on 1st day of month for good luck). Typically, this wouldn't bother me, but I haven't been sleeping well and I was right in the middle of a dream when his call awoke me (that is the worst). I muttered something, it was probably rude, definitely not rabbit-rabbit and slammed the cellphone shut (if that were a possibility). I ended up falling back to sleep for the extra hour, but am still really exhausted. I forgave the fiance prior to the interview because it is bad karma to be mad prior to any important event and it isn't a situation that warrants staying mad at someone for.
I cut myself with a knife making breakfast, my hair came out horrible and I hit unforeseen traffic on way to the interview .... I was late and had to call. Granted I was 2 minutes late, but, it was still late. Although, I didn't need to call as I waited for 20 minutes (the receptionist didn't call the right desk). When I finally saw the HR person it was after signing away their rights to examine my life and credit history (not quite getting the credit check) and filling out the lengthy work history which was on my resume. It is a bit sad when you have to keep checking the box "involuntary leave" because all the companies, except last one, went under. So technically, is it involuntary if your position is dissolved?
I'm pretty good at reading people, but today, not so good. I'm blaming the eclipse. I won't know a thing till end of next week or the week after, but hoping it is positive.
j
Today, was my second interview with this company I'd like to work for. I was a bit confused because the first interview was with the hiring manager and this one was with HR. Usually, it is the other way around for me. The HR manager prescreens and then sends me to the hiring manager. So, I'm not too sure of what gives. I couldn't get a great read, but could definitely tell she wasn't repulsed --- that is a definite good sign. However, you ever have those days where everything is topsy-turvy? This has been my day....
It started with the fiance calling me at 6:10 a.m. to say "rabbit-rabbit" on his way to work (for those that don't know..these are the first words that come out of mouth on 1st day of month for good luck). Typically, this wouldn't bother me, but I haven't been sleeping well and I was right in the middle of a dream when his call awoke me (that is the worst). I muttered something, it was probably rude, definitely not rabbit-rabbit and slammed the cellphone shut (if that were a possibility). I ended up falling back to sleep for the extra hour, but am still really exhausted. I forgave the fiance prior to the interview because it is bad karma to be mad prior to any important event and it isn't a situation that warrants staying mad at someone for.
I cut myself with a knife making breakfast, my hair came out horrible and I hit unforeseen traffic on way to the interview .... I was late and had to call. Granted I was 2 minutes late, but, it was still late. Although, I didn't need to call as I waited for 20 minutes (the receptionist didn't call the right desk). When I finally saw the HR person it was after signing away their rights to examine my life and credit history (not quite getting the credit check) and filling out the lengthy work history which was on my resume. It is a bit sad when you have to keep checking the box "involuntary leave" because all the companies, except last one, went under. So technically, is it involuntary if your position is dissolved?
I'm pretty good at reading people, but today, not so good. I'm blaming the eclipse. I won't know a thing till end of next week or the week after, but hoping it is positive.
j
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Project Runway.....
Thursday, July 31, 2008.....
I don't get it. Can someone explain to me why the contestants don't listen to Tim Gunn? Seriously. Every time he gives constructive criticism, the contestants that listen do well on the runway and the ones that don't, well, they're auf...
Was it a surprise with last night's results? I think not. However, I commend contestants that want to stay true to their art and ignore the advice. It's too bad that they don't take the advice, win and then be true to their art.
Oh well, some are late learners.
j
I don't get it. Can someone explain to me why the contestants don't listen to Tim Gunn? Seriously. Every time he gives constructive criticism, the contestants that listen do well on the runway and the ones that don't, well, they're auf...
Was it a surprise with last night's results? I think not. However, I commend contestants that want to stay true to their art and ignore the advice. It's too bad that they don't take the advice, win and then be true to their art.
Oh well, some are late learners.
j
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Reminscing
Wednesday, July 30, 2008....
Yesterday my sister came into town and we got to spend some time together. As we were in her car, we discussed the purchase of her next car. She's torn between several options, one of which is a Volvo. For safety reasons this is a practical choice. However, as we were discussing the virtues of the Volvo we digressed and talked about the cars our dad would purchase when we were in high school.
My dad commuted into NYC and needed a commuter car for the train station. However, if we dropped him off early mornings and picked him up in the evenings, we had access to the car. It was great because alot of my friends had to take the bus to school and I had a car which opened the door for endless freedom. No standing on the corner waiting for the school bus in the freezing weather and I could go places after school without having to rely on a parent to shuttle me around. My sister and I never had an issue about sharing the commuter car because she is 4 years older than me and was in college when I was driving.
The cars that my dad chose were HORRIBLE. If he paid more than $400 for them, he would have overpaid for them. During the years that my sister used the commuter car in high school, she drove this old Toyota. I think a Corolla or Tercel, but am not positive. I am fuzzy on the particulars, but remember it was white with a lot of rust and it backfired all the time. One late night as my sister was driving home from visiting her boyfriend during summer break from college, she was pulled over by a police officer. It wasn't for speeding. No. It was for the shots she was supposedly firing from the car with her gun. Apparently, when she was leaving her boyfriend's house late that evening, the car backfired when she started it up. The neighbors thought it was a gun being fired and called the cops. She was pulled over at 2:00 a.m., wearing shorts and tank top (if memory serves me, but definitely wearing clothing that could not conceal a gun). Two things I remember about that night are that 1) it took her some time to convince the police officers that she hadn't a gun and explain why she was in that neighborhood at 2:00 a.m.;and 2) her chewing out my dad for the sheer embarrassment of being pulled over by the cops.
Shortly after this incident, my dad purchased the commuter car that I got to drive around. A puke brown, Capri. My sister reminded me last night how much she hated the car, but I kind of have fond memories of the car. It was an incredibly low riding vehicle and maybe I thought that was cool. Heck, I was 16, what did I know. Believe it or not, that car was less safe than the crappy back-firing Toyota. This one caught on fire....while I was the driver.... However, that isn't the best part of the story. The best part is that I was driving to a friend's house when the car began to smoke and I pulled over in front of the local pizza place. I got out of the car, noticed a trail of flames following the car and went into the pizza place with the intent of trying to put out the fire. I had the best intentions, but all I could mutter was "Excuse me, could I please have a glass of water. My car is on fire." My sister still laughs at this, but kudos to me for having manners. I said excuse me (I believe I may have been interrupting a conversation) and said "please". Needless to say, a glass of water wasn't the solution, however, it was a start. The fire department was able to put the fire out before it exploded from the gas line fire. The entire engine burnt in the fire and my dad's response to when I informed him that the car was dead was "I told you to bring the car down for a new muffler -- this never would have happened if you had done that". He was finally convinced that it wasn't my fault only after talking with the fire department and learning it was a gas line fire. He also had a delusion of saving the car until he saw the melted engine.
It was after this incident that my mother finally intervened and the "commuter" cars became safe Subarus. Twenty-five years later and my dad still drives a Subaru.
Personally, I'm hoping that our car drive discussion last night convinces my sister to play it safe and get the Volvo.
j
Yesterday my sister came into town and we got to spend some time together. As we were in her car, we discussed the purchase of her next car. She's torn between several options, one of which is a Volvo. For safety reasons this is a practical choice. However, as we were discussing the virtues of the Volvo we digressed and talked about the cars our dad would purchase when we were in high school.
My dad commuted into NYC and needed a commuter car for the train station. However, if we dropped him off early mornings and picked him up in the evenings, we had access to the car. It was great because alot of my friends had to take the bus to school and I had a car which opened the door for endless freedom. No standing on the corner waiting for the school bus in the freezing weather and I could go places after school without having to rely on a parent to shuttle me around. My sister and I never had an issue about sharing the commuter car because she is 4 years older than me and was in college when I was driving.
The cars that my dad chose were HORRIBLE. If he paid more than $400 for them, he would have overpaid for them. During the years that my sister used the commuter car in high school, she drove this old Toyota. I think a Corolla or Tercel, but am not positive. I am fuzzy on the particulars, but remember it was white with a lot of rust and it backfired all the time. One late night as my sister was driving home from visiting her boyfriend during summer break from college, she was pulled over by a police officer. It wasn't for speeding. No. It was for the shots she was supposedly firing from the car with her gun. Apparently, when she was leaving her boyfriend's house late that evening, the car backfired when she started it up. The neighbors thought it was a gun being fired and called the cops. She was pulled over at 2:00 a.m., wearing shorts and tank top (if memory serves me, but definitely wearing clothing that could not conceal a gun). Two things I remember about that night are that 1) it took her some time to convince the police officers that she hadn't a gun and explain why she was in that neighborhood at 2:00 a.m.;and 2) her chewing out my dad for the sheer embarrassment of being pulled over by the cops.
Shortly after this incident, my dad purchased the commuter car that I got to drive around. A puke brown, Capri. My sister reminded me last night how much she hated the car, but I kind of have fond memories of the car. It was an incredibly low riding vehicle and maybe I thought that was cool. Heck, I was 16, what did I know. Believe it or not, that car was less safe than the crappy back-firing Toyota. This one caught on fire....while I was the driver.... However, that isn't the best part of the story. The best part is that I was driving to a friend's house when the car began to smoke and I pulled over in front of the local pizza place. I got out of the car, noticed a trail of flames following the car and went into the pizza place with the intent of trying to put out the fire. I had the best intentions, but all I could mutter was "Excuse me, could I please have a glass of water. My car is on fire." My sister still laughs at this, but kudos to me for having manners. I said excuse me (I believe I may have been interrupting a conversation) and said "please". Needless to say, a glass of water wasn't the solution, however, it was a start. The fire department was able to put the fire out before it exploded from the gas line fire. The entire engine burnt in the fire and my dad's response to when I informed him that the car was dead was "I told you to bring the car down for a new muffler -- this never would have happened if you had done that". He was finally convinced that it wasn't my fault only after talking with the fire department and learning it was a gas line fire. He also had a delusion of saving the car until he saw the melted engine.
It was after this incident that my mother finally intervened and the "commuter" cars became safe Subarus. Twenty-five years later and my dad still drives a Subaru.
Personally, I'm hoping that our car drive discussion last night convinces my sister to play it safe and get the Volvo.
j
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Critters
Tuesday, July 29, 2008.....
Critters is the perfect title for today's blog as I've been intimate with several in the past few days. Since "critter" means creature (according to the dictionary), assume I mean all types.
First, I should state that I live in a surburb with a 1/3 acre of land. This is not what you would consider enough land for a farm, but for some reason, my neighbors did not get the message. On both sides of the house, each neighbor own chickens (one 15, the other not so sure of). However, it doesn't stop there....one has three dogs; the other I believe runs some sort of kennel. The kennel people also own a rooster and a single goose. Why just one? That question has been puzzling me for some time. I could be mistaken; but not in this case. Geese do not provide a source of milk nor do they lay golden eggs as the fairy tale would have you to believe.
In addition to my neighbors' pets (I say pets because one of the chicken's name is Bump), I have rabbits that mate and give birth in my yard every Spring, a neighboring cat that thinks it owns my yard, sometimes wood mallards that reproduce every Springtime and an occasional fox that passes through. It has been a number of years since the deer made an appearance and last Saturday night, a beautiful doe was in my yard. I was so excited until dinner. My fiance and I were discussing the doe as I was looking out the front window at my Casablanca lillies. If anyone knows anything about deer, they know that the lillies are not long for the world. At this point, it is 8:30 and I am now remembering when I first planted the lillies. For the first three years, the lillies would bloom and I would think, they'll be perfect to pick tomorrow. I'd wake up the next day and "poof" gone. Dang deer....
My fiance reminded me that we did not scare the doe away and it would be back. This is when I remembered I had some Irish Spring and needless to say, I was tossing grated IS on the lillies at some later time that evening (yeah, a little wine was involved) ..... The IS worked and I still have beautiful lillies.
However, my critter stories don't end there. Last night, or should I say early this a.m., 4:00 a.m. to be exact, I am awakened to the smell of a skunk. I swear I thought the stupid creature was in my room. The smell was horrible. I got up, investigated the house and realized that the smell was limited to my bedroom and the back bath. I was a bit shocked as I remembered growing up by the water and having a lot of skunk show up late at night in the yard. Seriously, I thought that skunks hung out by the water. When did they migrate???? I guess the real question remains; what the heck set the skunk off? The deer or the neighbor's chickens? My money is on the chickens.
Thank heavens for sugar cookie scented candles... it took the smell right out.
j
Critters is the perfect title for today's blog as I've been intimate with several in the past few days. Since "critter" means creature (according to the dictionary), assume I mean all types.
First, I should state that I live in a surburb with a 1/3 acre of land. This is not what you would consider enough land for a farm, but for some reason, my neighbors did not get the message. On both sides of the house, each neighbor own chickens (one 15, the other not so sure of). However, it doesn't stop there....one has three dogs; the other I believe runs some sort of kennel. The kennel people also own a rooster and a single goose. Why just one? That question has been puzzling me for some time. I could be mistaken; but not in this case. Geese do not provide a source of milk nor do they lay golden eggs as the fairy tale would have you to believe.
In addition to my neighbors' pets (I say pets because one of the chicken's name is Bump), I have rabbits that mate and give birth in my yard every Spring, a neighboring cat that thinks it owns my yard, sometimes wood mallards that reproduce every Springtime and an occasional fox that passes through. It has been a number of years since the deer made an appearance and last Saturday night, a beautiful doe was in my yard. I was so excited until dinner. My fiance and I were discussing the doe as I was looking out the front window at my Casablanca lillies. If anyone knows anything about deer, they know that the lillies are not long for the world. At this point, it is 8:30 and I am now remembering when I first planted the lillies. For the first three years, the lillies would bloom and I would think, they'll be perfect to pick tomorrow. I'd wake up the next day and "poof" gone. Dang deer....
My fiance reminded me that we did not scare the doe away and it would be back. This is when I remembered I had some Irish Spring and needless to say, I was tossing grated IS on the lillies at some later time that evening (yeah, a little wine was involved) ..... The IS worked and I still have beautiful lillies.
However, my critter stories don't end there. Last night, or should I say early this a.m., 4:00 a.m. to be exact, I am awakened to the smell of a skunk. I swear I thought the stupid creature was in my room. The smell was horrible. I got up, investigated the house and realized that the smell was limited to my bedroom and the back bath. I was a bit shocked as I remembered growing up by the water and having a lot of skunk show up late at night in the yard. Seriously, I thought that skunks hung out by the water. When did they migrate???? I guess the real question remains; what the heck set the skunk off? The deer or the neighbor's chickens? My money is on the chickens.
Thank heavens for sugar cookie scented candles... it took the smell right out.
j
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