Toes in the water ass in the sand....

Ok fine my toes are actually on a dash board but the point is.. on Friday the last day of the year 2009 is the last holiday that I care to celebrate until Island Time... so I want to skip the rest of the cold months please.

Granted I have about 50 lbs of work to do in those cold months but if we can make the cold disappear maybe we can work that magic on the spare tire I am sick of carrying around with me. There is always hope right.. of course.. where there is wine there is hope! That could also be drunken stupidity but I prefer to call it hope that is just much nicer to say.

As I sit here and try to figure out what else to say about hope and not coming up with a damn thing..... and after spending 15 minutes bitching to Kitty Litter about my lack of inspiration this morning I realize that Kitty Litter has a new beach chair for Island Time one that I had hoped to try out for myself (you never know when you will fall in love with a good beach chair) I also seem to remember that she very specifically stated that my ass was NOT to plop itself in it.... I am starting to think that some other people need to get to hoping... hoping that I don't hold that against them or they will be making baconless BLT's on their cute little table all alone.

IS IT ISLAND TIME YET?????

Just a little late.... as usual...

Scenes of the Season....

In typical Re fashion.. I am posting pictures of my holiday close to 5 days later. What can I say it is just how I am! I figured today would be a good day to post these shots as I am taking down the "stuff" today and this will be my final HOORA for the Christmas part of it. So today... you get to view a Waterwife's Christmas.. yippie fun I know...




I took this Christmas morning when I was the only one awake.. I don't think I slept all night. I was more excited than the kids!

I then peeked out the door and saw the MOST gorgeous sky... my present.. a pink and orange sky... sisters even in nature...

I walked in the house to find a mummy laying on my sofa... poor guy... I woke him up at 4 am.. we didn't go to bed until 2 am...

Yea I am shocked at this shot.. NOT!!!!! dang kid people will start to think your face melted off or something!!!!

Before the kids got to it... how did the present stack end up the size of the tree????



De.. she loved all of her things even if I was working off of a BLANK LIST... good mommy I am.
Cousins.... my beautiful niece and daughter snuggling up with Waterman waiting for present time...
Upside down guitars.... not sure why they put the amps in the TOP of the box when it says to leave the heavy end down.. weird.
Binks stocking.... see the fox.. that comes into play later...
Niece who happens to LOVE shoes... any shoe all shoes.. but even more so expensive ones with heels.
MINE MINE MINE!!! GIMMIE GIMMIE GIMMIE!!!
STUPID DOG... if you just sit here and look pretty someone will SHOW you everything you got...

Brother Ken.... You can take the the fox hunter out of the woods but you can't take the fox hunter out of my daddy... really the dogs toy??? Give her that back..

This was MY Christmas present from Drake... I believe the quote was... I will stand here but you better get it right the first time cause you get one shot. Nice kid... but as you can see he DOES have a face..

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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.

Creepy Crawlers....

I went out on an little adventure with a good friend a few months back and we ran into a little old barn that was tucked into the woods... not sure how we didn't run into HER at the same time but we didn't. Which is probably a good thing cause my little crew was poking and prying just a tad deeper and running into someone would have surely caused an accident of the PIMP kind.

I am not sure what the little barn was ever used for other than storage but a couple of things have called it home over the years. One being this little creepy crawly... good think she didn't see it.. or it is a shame she didn't and I wasn't there to record the spidey dance that I am sure she does so well.

I loved how the sun light was playing on the web and just made it pop right out.. thankfully this little creepy crawly liked napping in the sun and didn't try to get any closer to me or I may have had to fling something at it.. like my friend.

Now we all know I am not one to leave well enough alone. I can't just take the damn picture and walk away. I have got to know. I HAVE to know or I lay awake at night wondering, was there a body in there. Did I just run across someone's torture chamber and walked away. Has someone stashed the stole bank loot in that little building?? Yes I actually stay awake thinking these things. (I am starting to think I need to consult a professional) Oh Oh either way.. I was not going to allow myself to do such a thing on this little building so... WHAALAA..

There you have it folks... there was a body in there .. sorta.

Happy Halloween Eve!

The label.

I like to label myself, I have done it for as long as I can remember.. One label at a time please.

I am a writer... wait no I am not.. I am a sewer (yes I can sew a fact I keep rather hidden).. wait no I am not... I am a cross stitcher.. wait... painter... wait... knitter... wait ... photographer.... this list could continue for a very long time.

do you see the pattern here?

What I mentally (yes I said mentally.. this does not mean I am mental, then again it also does not mean I am not) NEED to do is turn all those Waits into ANDs!!!! Such as I am a writer AND a sewer AND...

A very good friend pointed out to me today that I am not just one thing... I am many things that I should be very proud of! So the next time you need something done and you aren't quite sure if you can do it yourself.. TRY!!!! Because in the end I think we all want to have a lot of ANDS!

Hanging on by a hinge....

This is truly how life has been for this family the last week or so. There is only one thing to do when life gets this way. Pick up a screw driver (aka a glass) and a can of WD40 (aka a bottle of wine) fix the hinge and the squeak and keep on getting it.

I hate it when people post about how they haven't been posting and they are sorry and blah blah blah. I wasn't sorry I didn't blog I was just sorry I didn't have time to blog and I am sure the 4 of you that read me occasionally didn't miss me much. :)

Having said that I am hoping I am back for a bit of a stretch. Blogging is a medium for me to let loose some of the crazy brain cells I have, for people to actually hear the voices that talk only to me. I read blogs for the exact opposite reason, to hear the thoughts that people have that you would never have the pleasure of knowing unless of course you are a mind reader, which I will neither confirm or deny I can do.

I need to blow the dust off of my camera again too, I participated in a camera related activity that quite honestly I hated (can't believe there is anything about a camera I hate but it is true I do) and I have not picked the thing up since. I have been giving it time to let the bad juju melt off of it. I think it is time! This weekend the juju should be gone. LOOK OUT WORLD HERE I COME!

Friday!!!!!!

Ok people what is so special about Fridays?

I still get up and get excited about the day and I call to the waterkids.. It is Friday!!! and they jump right out of bed and get ready for school and run out the door like the school day is different and I flip the computer on like the work day is going to be different. But is it?

Typically Fridays are more hectic for me in the work area of my life. I shouldn't be exaclaming IT IS FRIDAY!!! I should be saying ... #$%#$@%^#$ it is Friday.

Typically Friday's mean test at school for the waterkids... they too should be saying.... #$%$#^#$ it is Friday. (not that waterkids would ever talk that way cause their mama raised them better.... yea right)

However, this is not how it works, we all get up and are excited because it is Friday! I would say on my part it is because I get to drink tonight, but that would not be different than any other night. I could also guess it is because the kids can stay up later tonight, but they do that behind my back anyway.

So why are we so happy that it is Friday is it because the end is near, but do we really want anything in life to actually END? Maybe it is because there is a light at the end of the tunnel, or is that a train?

Come on people.. lay it on me what makes Friday so special?

Maybe if I had one of these waiting at the end of the day I would be happier.