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Showing posts with label so this is Florida. Show all posts
A bright green lizard just crawled under my front door. He was about 6 inches long, and rather cute, so I instantly said "I shall name you Lizzy!But you can't stay here Lizzy, you must be an outdoor lizard, so out you go!"
I got a bowl and manila envelope to try and catch him. I decided I could put the bowl over him, slide the manila envelope under it, and take Lizzy back out side.
Lizzy didn't like that idea much, so he started up the wall, thus earning the notice of the giant ball of fur we call a dog.
(can you see where this is going?)
I'm tying to catch Lizzy. Furball is trying to EAT Lizzy and Lizzy does not want any of that. So Lizzy tries to make a break for it. Right at me. Now, I'm screeching in that girl meets spider/bug/insect voice, Furball is scrambling on the tile trying to catch the tasty green morsel that is getting away, Izzy is terribly excited by all the commotion, and Lizzy is making a mad dash for the toy box, which offers apparent lizard sanctuary.
I am, of course, in between the dog, the lizard, and the toy box. So I am dodging Lizzy, trying not to get barreled over by a giant ball of fur, and shrieking like a school girl. Lizzy makes it to the toy box, which just send Furball into a toy box knocking over tizzy of spasmodic proportions.
He catches the lizard.
Now I am yelling at the dog to let go of the lizard, and get the dog out of the house, so when he lets go, Lizzy can be free.
No such luck. Lizzy is no more.
I put Furball outside, just in case lizards don't digest well, if you know what I mean.
I walk back in, and Izzy hands me the still twitching tail of Lizzy. Just what every mother wants, a twitching lizard tail from their toddler. I'm just glad he didn't try to eat it.
This is my life, I swear to you, I could not make this up!
This is my life, I swear to you, I could not make this up!
Continuing in my "Let me tell you about where I've been" line of postings, I would like to tell you about Wishes Brew tea house in Hunters Creek.
I found Wishes Brew on line before I even moved to Florida, so I was very excited to go and have a cup of tea. I am a tea lover, and love to sit down with a hot cup of fragrant tea. The whole tea experience tends to be calming and spiritual to me.
I thought it would a fun experience for grandma, daughter-in-law, and grand daughter to go and have afternoon tea together. When we arrived, we ordered our tea and some food. My mother in law chose to have a chicken salad a croissant, I chose the turkey and cheddar sandwish (yes, they call them sandWISHES, which I thought was a cute play on the name) and my daughter got the kids pizza. Because it was so unbelievable hot that day, my mother in law and I ordered our tea in iced tea form, while my daughter got the hot chocolate. That's Kaitlyn for you - gotta be different!
When the brought our drinks... one at a time... 20 minutes after we ordered them, the brought us hot tea. My mother in law sent hers back, but I elected to not fuss with it and just kept mine hot. The teas were very good, and so was the hot chocolate. I have zero complaints about the tea portion of our time there what so ever.
The service how ever left a lot to be desired. Just like the drinks, none of our food was delivered at the same time. There was at least 5 minutes between each of our plates arriving. My mother in law did not get the croissant she ordered with her salad, until her salad was almost gone. And yes, she reminded the server... TWICE. After delivering my mother in law her salad, they then told me that thy did not have any turkey. I said ham was fine, and my sandwish was good, but certainly nothing that I couldn't have made for myself at home, for far less expense. My daughter's pizza was just a simple frozen pizza that had been stuck in the microwave and warmed up. And it appeared to be as tasty as it sounds.
Twenty minutes after we had finished eating, and had sat there with dirty dishes in front of us, I asked our server for the bill.
and waited
and waited
and waited
Thirty minutes later, I asked again.
and waited
and waited
and waited
Finally I asked another person for my bill, and told him that if I didn't have in 5 minutes I was walking out with out paying. And presto! My bill appeared. I did not tip them at all, and I was sure to write on the receipt that the service was terrible, and took nearly 45 minutes after the 1st time I asked for my bill for it to be delivered, so that management was sure to know.
So, the tea list was amazing; the tea was marvelous; the decor was warm and friendly; and the food was acceptable. However, no matter how much I enjoyed the tea and would like to try some of their other flavors of tea, I will not return simply because the service was atrocious.
When my mother-in-law was here, I was looking for things to do that we could do with her, which would be fun for the whole family and not break the bank. While she may think we are made of money, my pocket account knows otherwi9se, so I was determined to seek out the biggest bang for my buck, while keeping everyone from age 1 to age 10 happy. Not an easy thing to do!
I had driven past the sign to Arabian Nights dinner show many times, and something in me decided to give them a look on line. Their website promised a fabulous dinner, and a thrilling show. It was enough to intrigue me! The prices ($30.00 - $50.00) was within my budget for a nights entertainment, so I thought "Hey! Lets give this a shot!"
We went for the VIP tickets which got us each a drink (beer/wine for the grown ups, and a much more tame soda for the kids) before the show while we waited in the VIP area. There was a great stage out front with acrobats performing to help pass the time, and it really kept all the kids happy. Then our VIP tickets got us down on the arena floor before the performance, where some of the staff members told us about each breed of horse used in the show, and other staff members brought the horses out. After the little "show and tell" of horses, they let us roam the arena floor and go up to each of the horses. We got to pet them, ask the handlers questions, and the kids even got to sit on one of the horses. Izzy was totally mesmerized by the horses. I have to tell you, this was my favorite part of the night! I kind of thought that Izzy would be my only issue with going to a dinner show. But he was so taken with the horses, that there was none of the usual baby "I have sat here long enough and I am not going to sit here any more" antics!
After the VIP part, we went up to our seat for dinner. Seating is long bench style stadium seating, so there really isn't a bad seat in the house. I can see how if you had a bad back, the lack of a seat back could be bothersome, but it didn't bother any of us at all. Dinner was not fabulous, but it was quite tasty, and the portions were good sized. Desert was very yummy, and it was great that they gave us plenty of food to feed the baby as well as ourselves.
But we didn't go for the food, we went to see the show. It was spectacular. When I call it mesmerizing, I truly mean that every one of us could not take our eyes off the horses and their riders. The tricks were amazing! Bare back riding! Acrobatics! Jumping through fire hoops! All of it was just breathtaking. I can only imagine the thrill the riders must feel being able to control such magnificent animals. Truly, it made me want to take up horse back riding!
All in all - it was a great show, and I can't wait to take my parents and grandparents when they come this winter.
**I have to admit, this is not my picture. My camera acted up so none of my pictures turned out as I had hoped they would. I freely admit to borrowing this one off the website. **
We have giant cranes that come through the back almost every day. They stand between 4 1/2 and 5 feet tall. They stick their long beaks into the ground to eat worms and bugs. They have a very loud distinctive cry. Izzy is totally fascinated by them. So when they came by this morning (we generally see them in the afternoon, so he was super excited) we went out to the pool area and watched them. Bryce loves to throw them crackers or bread crusts. I'm a tad intimidated by their long wicked very sharp looking beaks, so I prefer to stand inside the screened pool area. Izzy would be out chasing them down if he could.
Coming back into the house I noticed some black hairy legs hanging over the top of the patio door. I slid it all the way open, and giant (ok, moderately big) hairy spider popped over the top at me. Ever since I found a spider here in the Florida with the body the size of my cell phone (kid you not! It would have given Godzilla a run for his money) I have had to readjust my descriptive of a giant spider. I have a thing about spiders - there is no such thing as a good spider - they all deserve to be squashed flat, generally while I am screaming and squealing like a little girl. The damn hairy beast is in an area I can't reach a shoe, and I sure as hell don't want him jumping down on me while I try to whack him. So I'm not doing anything about him... Except keep checking on the door to be DAMN SURE he is on the outside, and doesn't find some fiendish way to get over onto my side. I know I will have spider nightmares tonight. I already have a major case of "willies".
Coming back into the house I noticed some black hairy legs hanging over the top of the patio door. I slid it all the way open, and giant (ok, moderately big) hairy spider popped over the top at me. Ever since I found a spider here in the Florida with the body the size of my cell phone (kid you not! It would have given Godzilla a run for his money) I have had to readjust my descriptive of a giant spider. I have a thing about spiders - there is no such thing as a good spider - they all deserve to be squashed flat, generally while I am screaming and squealing like a little girl. The damn hairy beast is in an area I can't reach a shoe, and I sure as hell don't want him jumping down on me while I try to whack him. So I'm not doing anything about him... Except keep checking on the door to be DAMN SURE he is on the outside, and doesn't find some fiendish way to get over onto my side. I know I will have spider nightmares tonight. I already have a major case of "willies".
Our 4th of July came and went without much fanfair.
We were going to head up north a bit to see Chickie and her family, but Mother Nature decided to cancel those plans for us. Rainy bitch.
So this was our 1st big holiday where the realiziaton of no family or friends nearby really hit home. I could tell that it really bothered Palmer, who has always been the more social of the two of us. And by bother him - I ment he was Crabby McCrabberson. He seemed to take each and every raindrop as a personal insult. So much so that by the time that we left to the local lake to maybe catch some fireworks - he was so grouchy, that for a few seconds I considered attaching him to several dozen fireworks, and launching him into space.
I know that the move is hard on all of us, and we are just really missing our Nevada friends, but this 4th wasn't much of a celebration at all.
We were going to head up north a bit to see Chickie and her family, but Mother Nature decided to cancel those plans for us. Rainy bitch.
So this was our 1st big holiday where the realiziaton of no family or friends nearby really hit home. I could tell that it really bothered Palmer, who has always been the more social of the two of us. And by bother him - I ment he was Crabby McCrabberson. He seemed to take each and every raindrop as a personal insult. So much so that by the time that we left to the local lake to maybe catch some fireworks - he was so grouchy, that for a few seconds I considered attaching him to several dozen fireworks, and launching him into space.
I know that the move is hard on all of us, and we are just really missing our Nevada friends, but this 4th wasn't much of a celebration at all.
My mother-in-law has left. I have recuperated from her visit. My house is once again in order and calmness now prevails. Time for a deep sigh.
ahhhhhhhhhhh
There, now didn't that feel better?
Why, yes. Yes, it did.
Now that things are back to normal (or what passes for normal around here) I am spending the day baking cookies for the new neighbors who have moved in today a few houses down. I know that they are working their tushes off unloading the u-haul truck in a really hot and humid day. Wouldn't it be a nice treat to have a few homemade chocolate chip cookies dropped by?
Yeah, I thought so too.
It's very important to me that we go over and welcome the new neighbors to the 'hood, because when we moved in no one welcomed us. We have been here a few months, and we still don't know our neighbors. That is a complete turn around from Vegas, where we knew everyone in the neighborhood, and everyone was very friendly and welcoming. I'm not sure if it is just the neighbors around here of a southern thing, but we just haven't found a lot of friendly people around here.
And that is a sad thing. A very sad thing.
ahhhhhhhhhhh
There, now didn't that feel better?
Why, yes. Yes, it did.
Now that things are back to normal (or what passes for normal around here) I am spending the day baking cookies for the new neighbors who have moved in today a few houses down. I know that they are working their tushes off unloading the u-haul truck in a really hot and humid day. Wouldn't it be a nice treat to have a few homemade chocolate chip cookies dropped by?
Yeah, I thought so too.
It's very important to me that we go over and welcome the new neighbors to the 'hood, because when we moved in no one welcomed us. We have been here a few months, and we still don't know our neighbors. That is a complete turn around from Vegas, where we knew everyone in the neighborhood, and everyone was very friendly and welcoming. I'm not sure if it is just the neighbors around here of a southern thing, but we just haven't found a lot of friendly people around here.
And that is a sad thing. A very sad thing.
Dear Weatherman
Considering your grossly inaccurate forcasting skills and complete lack of regard for anything remotely related to the truth, I regret to inform you that I can no longer continue this toxic relationship.
Oh yes, I wanted to believe you. I wanted to do just what you said. "Today will be beautiful, the perfect day to spend outdoors, before the summer really hits" You said. I was seduced by your words. I thought, how can you, MY weatherman, lead me astray? Haven't you always had my very best weather well-being at heart?
So I planned my day.
I put on those cute denim capris that are a little warmer and less "breathing" than shorts
I went out to enjoy my day.
The day that YOU promised would be a perfect 92 degrees, with barely any humidity and not a drop of rain to pester those fluffy white clouds.
You. LIAR.
Those perfect clouds were black and heavy. That air that was supposed to remind me of my native DRY desert - was horrid, humid, and sticky
My cute denim capris - MISERABLE hot.
I listened to you, and you broke my heart... or at least made me break a sweat.
So screw you, Mr. Fox Weatherman.
SCREW YOU
Considering your grossly inaccurate forcasting skills and complete lack of regard for anything remotely related to the truth, I regret to inform you that I can no longer continue this toxic relationship.
Oh yes, I wanted to believe you. I wanted to do just what you said. "Today will be beautiful, the perfect day to spend outdoors, before the summer really hits" You said. I was seduced by your words. I thought, how can you, MY weatherman, lead me astray? Haven't you always had my very best weather well-being at heart?
So I planned my day.
I put on those cute denim capris that are a little warmer and less "breathing" than shorts
I went out to enjoy my day.
The day that YOU promised would be a perfect 92 degrees, with barely any humidity and not a drop of rain to pester those fluffy white clouds.
You. LIAR.
Those perfect clouds were black and heavy. That air that was supposed to remind me of my native DRY desert - was horrid, humid, and sticky
My cute denim capris - MISERABLE hot.
I listened to you, and you broke my heart... or at least made me break a sweat.
So screw you, Mr. Fox Weatherman.
SCREW YOU
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