Random Bullets of Crap*

*concept shamelessly ripped from Sheri.

• Isaac, Calypso, and I worked at a local historical site during their festival this weekend. It's the site's biggest fundraiser of the year but it's still a very cheap day out where you can see a lot of interesting demonstrations about life on an early 19th century Pennsylvania German farm. I sold tickets for the one room schoolhouse program. They were fifty cents a pop. I told you, CHEAP! So, if you have spent googobs of money to drive here from NYC, you are wearing designer clothes and shoes, and you have a manicure and hairdo that look like they belong in a magazine don't tell me 50 cents is too expensive. Just tell me you're not really interested.
• I love funnel cake, apple dumplings, and warm cider.
• Indigo dye requires that the fiber being dyed first be soaked in ammonia. When indigo was first used, the only source was urine. London dyers paid top dollar for the first morning urine of little boys, apparently it had the highest concentration of ammonia. I learned that this weekend. Aren't you glad I shared?
• When the leaves are changing and there is a cloudless blue sky that is a picture of heaven.
• When you have a big scar or sutures showing it seems to be an invitation for strangers to tell you about all the garish medical procedures they've endured. I'm glad I have a strong stomach.
• This picture is exactly why George Clooney makes me drool. The sparkle in his eyes, the mischeivous grin, and the greying hair all make him quite droolworthy. Yes, I dig the grey hair. I like that he's bucking Hollywood standards and letting it go grey. Have I mentioned this may be the only time I've ever wished to be a skinny blonde instead of an ample brunette?

• I must be officially old because although I've always been a sucker for beards on men, I now think flecks of grey or even all grey beards are sexy. Oh, and in case the fellows out there are saying, 'Yeah, but she only digs it if it's on a guy who looks like Clooney.' Nope, there' s a guy at my post office with a receding hairline (grey) and more than a bit of middle aged paunch who makes me all weak in the knees too. It's the spark of devilment in the eyes and grin that just does me in every time. I think I need to go buy some stamps today.
• It doesn't matter if you have said the same thing 6 times a day for 3 years or not. Your children will still look at you as if it is a new edict when you tell them that immediately inside the front door is not where shoes, bookbags, coats, and musical instruments belong.
• I am the Queen of Procrastinators. The incomplete I took on my Library Management course back in April when I fell, expires at the end of this month. I have 4 assignments and a term project to do. That should motivate me, but I'm still waiting for panic to set in.
• UPDATE AT 1PM: It's one of those slice of heaven days, warm and gorgeous. It's a perfect day to ride a motorcycle all around the twisting, winding back roads. Drive up into the hills in a meandering way. Take a hike under a canopy of fall leaves. Throw a blanket down on a crunchy but soft bed of pine needles when the hike is over and well.....just enjoy. Sigh, I really need to get Janita working so I can get my license one day.

Have a happy Monday.