What happens when water people hook up....

People have fun that's what!!!!!


Please excuse the weird color tones.. my printer has gone NUTS and is printing everything VERY dark...so I had to lighten this to even get it to print so you could see it... damn it.

This one was cute.. even if I do look like rudolph with the bright light flying off my nose..

JUST LOVE HER....
Ok if you can't smile with these two around... you have a serious case of the GRUMPIES.. which no one seemed to have yesterday.

GROUP HUG!!! lol

I would explain that... but well.. yea.. can't.
Even Little waterpeople found things to do ..
Yes we planned the matching colors... so did BHE and Noe Noe.. look above .. LOL
And last but NOT least.... we were SEXY SOME in the wonky teeth.. I think the waterman hit on one of the other girls.. but I believe night time and a paper bag were mentioned and even then it was iffy....


THANKS CBW!!!!!!!
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I am here... again...

and it hasn't even been a month yet. Kitty Litter would be proud.

Can I just go on record saying I have a love hate relationship with this time of year?

I adore the season and have deep roots in the reason for the season even if sometimes those roots pop up and go different directions it is still there. My grandparents instilled some great things in me. I adore the lights and the pretty packages and the simple little surprises. Like one of the breakfast girls who surprised us all this morning with tiny stockings filled with the cutest little cocktail thingies (yes that is the proper name of them) for all of us making sure we each had a different set. Those things I love. I love the anticipation of small children and large ones too wondering what Santa will bring. I love the fact that friends try to spend a few extra hours together.

I hate the emotion that comes with it. Hate Hate Hate it. When thing go awry this time of year it hurts even worse. Things are said and feelings are hurt worse. I am sorry for somethings I have done not sorry at all for others but I still hate it.

Please tell me it is close to Christmas Eve so I can pop a cork!!!!!!
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I was told I stink at this.....

Must say it is pretty much the truth. But when I sit down at the keyboard and try to make the words form together to make some sort of sense lately it has come out looking like this...

"#$%$# christmas close #$%# shopping #$%# sleep #$%#@ work #$%$#@ wrap #$%@#"

See absolutely NO SENSE.

Ok the truth is when I sit down and begin to write the thought that really goes through my head is... "NO ONE wants to hear THAT!" What I should do at this juncture is reply to myself with "Who cares exactly what they want to read... this isn't about THEM it is YOUR blog!!!" And to think I was accused this week of being selfish... sigh. To quote "You are the most selfish person to ever walk this Earth." I must say I didn't reply I just stood there blinking that blink that betrays your brains sense of thinking "don't say anything don't say anything!" instead those eyes blink... big beautiful blue ones I might add.. blink. blink. blink. Which shouts "DROP DEAD YOU #$%@# IDIOT" apparently, because the rant went on from there. I am sorry I don't deal well with holier than thou idiots even if they ARE family.

I am who I am .. I was born this way have been this way for 38 years now, I have a feeling I will die this way, except for when I die I will be 50 lbs lighter and not in a bathrobe but in kick ass jeans, a sexy Chico's top, cowboy boots and the last you will see of me is driving off into the sunset in a black Camero... Hey we can all have dreams right?

Did I mention that the most selfish person in the world is the sister of the most giving person in the world. Sister person, let me post out here publicly for all the world to see.. I LOVE YOU. Thank you for everything... my room is working quite nicely here in Bavon (other than the fact that there are PEOPLE in my room here that weren't there .. that part not working out so well can I send them away??) The clothes are looking lovely in my closet. I sigh when I walk in there now .. longing for the day, inspiring me another morning to not eat that friggin doughnut that has been calling me since 2 am.

It is wonderful to have such balance in our family.. Most Giving Sister and Most Selfish Sister fun isn't it! We always said if they mashed us together into one person the world just wouldn't be able to deal!

I shall leave now.. until my bff fusses at me to leave a new post because she is sick of the old one.. so I guess be back in roughly 2 weeks.

November is about Thanksgiving right..

and I am so thankful that these people were in my life, thankful for every moment that was ever given to me to enjoy them and what they had to give. I miss them all incredibly... but especially this month.

Roland I can't even begin to tell you how much this family misses you.
Happy Birthday Brother in Law.

Dad... what can I say..
Both of us has all we need
Sky of blue and Sea of Green
In our Yellow Submarine.
thank you for everything you taught me and that sister of mine.
We love you.

Memo.. even though we miss you every day this time of year it never fails to show how much we all miss you. Thanksgiving and Christmas have never been the same.

Mel Moo.. I wish there had been more time, more laughs, more late nights, but there aren't so I will cherish all that we did have. Ann Re

Pansy Boy.. you are still making me cry after all these years. There just never was a box big enough was there?

ugly hand made smock with the big wooden button. I am glad you are gone.

Getting a little water on the tires...

Yea Yea I know the country song says something about Mud.. not water but around these parts you have to go through the water to get to... oh yea.. the water. (ok ok I secretly wanted to go diggin but I was hearing enough flack cause I got a bit of water on my tires as it was... did I mention they were MY TIRES.. they are my tires and I will get them wet if I want to)

Last paragraph brought to you by the letter I.. I is for Ida who brought a bit more Insanity to my already wine riddled mind. I do know that by the time Ida got here she wasn't really Ida anymore but it is sort of like the demons on horror moves that always have one last HORRA! after they have already been blown to smitherens or turned to dust something you only see in a shadowy type form but hear the menacing laughter just the same.. that is what the Nor Easter was.. Ida in dust form getting in that one last HORRA! and quite a few meanacing laughters afterward. What did I say about insanity??


After the storm had reached in and grabbed a hold of this little community like "The Claw" from some silly Jim Carey movie and shook us around like a rag doll for the better part of three days I made it out of the nut house to take some pictures, I took these down and New Point Beach.. (thank you Mister Rolls Royce Owner for letting me park in your drive way without calling the Police).

"The Claw" of the Storm

It did not take me long after walking over the dune that was no longer there to realize that the dynamic of one of my favorite places on earth had changed considerably. Even though the wave in this shot is gorgeous the Place of this wave was all wrong. They didnt' belong at this particular section of the beach where water once lapped up lazily.

The Surf

As I continued on my journey I got to the spot where the diving board was (insert needle running across a 45) What?? Wait!!! A DIVING BOARD ON THE BEACH.. yea that makes no sense.. but I am here to show you there was.

The Diving Board

Right into the sand no doubt.. ouch... oh wait.. look up ahead ... way way up ahead like a quarter a mile up ahead.. this may explain things ..that is not ... well was not .. a diving board it was the walk way to a cute little deck!

The Deck

I advised the owner of the deck that he should just leave it there and open up a cute little beer and wine stand. He did not like my idea and promptly proceeded to stop talking to me. I thought that was quite rude but whatever..

The next thing I noticed as I continued on down the beach was that the end.. the nasty marshy end where you had to wear tennis shoes to get across or obtain a considerable amount of holes in your feet with the bamboo shoots growing out of the marsh (it isn't really bamboo I don't think but it will seriously go right through your foot) well it was gone. absolutely GONE. There is just sand there now (feet were yelling Yippie.. I wasn't so thrilled)

The No Marsh

I guess you are wondering why I wasn't thrilled, well I will tell ya remember me telling you about the dynamic of the beach changing up there with the wave. Changing Beach is never a good thing unless you happen to have the money to have dump trucks bring in sand from the other side of the world where our sand ended up and it has to be SPECIAL sand because we have some of the most beatiful sand that there ever was!

Anyway I carried on and I saw this Ghost Pot just sitting there waiting on someone to do something with it so I did what I do best I grabbed my camera snapped a shot and left it be cause somethings just need to be left be. Like my beach.

Ghost Pot

The storm didn't see things my way and decided that leaving things be was for sissy and maybe sitting down on the beach at noon on a Sunday with no one around and just crying is for sissies too but that is what I did. I remembered that when I was a little girl my daddy used to tell me about how the Light House was only a few feet away from the main land and you could walk across. I remember my grandfather telling stories about how the lighthouse was connected to the main land and you didn't even get your feet wet getting there. (this isn't about the light house people so don't panic it is still standing there) My children will remember spending their summers on "The Island which isn't" and will probably be telling their children "I remember when there was a beach there" This is where I spend my Sunday's with a great group of friends and family, people who get me, people who give me that few hours of sanity back that I will need to get through the next week.. but now I as I sat there yesterday I wondered how many more storms can this place stand..

So you wanna see...

this is my yard... over an hour ago... before the tide actually came in.... it isn't pretty now at all.. not at all.







And then it got worse.... these were roughly 30 to 45 minutes prior to high tide...

The Song I sing...

One little Two Little Three Topless Mittens... Four little Five little Six Topless Mittens...

I can't imagine why I have this song stuck in my head... but I can promise you I have been singing it in correlation with another lovely little ditty... 100 bottles of wine on the wall there were a 100 bottles of wine.... (I can't promise what the topless mittens will look like)

Four Pair down.... how many more to go??

Have I mentioned I can not WAIT until this weekend.