So yesterday we went to the football - along with 106,000 other brave souls.
Michigan pretty much sucked, their inability to throw a ball reminding me of wee Petey McGuire back in 2nd grade. But they started strong and held on for a win that convinced nobody that this was a team destined for anything.
Still the sun shone, the temps crept into the mid 20s and the crwd played its part in making for something memorable. So all was good.
Birthday today. Jude bought me photographer's lights... me much happy.
The next house will have a 'studio' for me - lots of white walls and sound deadening so that nobody will hear the screams.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
Brrrr
So with the clouds gathering and the temperatures plummeting it seemed only too apt that we head for the small "Bavarian" town of Frankenmuth --> where old people line the streets in hope of a peak at some Lederhosen and the world's largest open-all-year Christmas store plys a very off Autumn trade.
But first to the Outlet Mall where I availed myself of The North Face sale and acquired a fleece - which I then wore against the outside chill (last week's 35c is this week's 18c and it feels as though hell is attempting to call in a billion debts by freezing over all at once)
Lunch was downstairs in a "Bavarian", knick-knack-bakery-carvery basement. Entertainment was courtesy of around 200 old cars (very much in the Cruiser mode with a few Impala thrown in) which cruised the street as the old people watched, munching on a chocolate cheese cruelly named Lorraine (or something)
It was cold. It was gray. But we had Jude's car so we were quick and comfortable and the music was what I've come to know as "Single Entendre Soul" - think Otis Redding singing "Stroke it baby left, stroke it baby right, stroke it baby, stroke it we don't wanna take all night" and you have it,
Tres bizzare all around
But first to the Outlet Mall where I availed myself of The North Face sale and acquired a fleece - which I then wore against the outside chill (last week's 35c is this week's 18c and it feels as though hell is attempting to call in a billion debts by freezing over all at once)
Lunch was downstairs in a "Bavarian", knick-knack-bakery-carvery basement. Entertainment was courtesy of around 200 old cars (very much in the Cruiser mode with a few Impala thrown in) which cruised the street as the old people watched, munching on a chocolate cheese cruelly named Lorraine (or something)
It was cold. It was gray. But we had Jude's car so we were quick and comfortable and the music was what I've come to know as "Single Entendre Soul" - think Otis Redding singing "Stroke it baby left, stroke it baby right, stroke it baby, stroke it we don't wanna take all night" and you have it,
Tres bizzare all around
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Grey Cloudy Sky
I think that says it all.
The parents landed
The weather turned from gorgeous to gray
Work started to get more demanding
And me's miserable
The parents landed
The weather turned from gorgeous to gray
Work started to get more demanding
And me's miserable
Monday, September 01, 2008
A new look-a-like
Lots of people have been commenting on the similarity between 'first woman president when the old guy croaks' Sarah Palin and Tina Fey. But I think that she looks more like Tony Soprano's therapist.
Here are some other odd facts about the next president but one
She's a moose hunter
- No that's not a euphemism, thought it sounds like one I know.
She named all of her children after street slang for heroin
- Track, Bristol, Willow, Piper & Trig
She wasn't pretty enough to win Ms Alaska
- despite being one of only three women in Alaska
Actually that's not true - she wasn't clever enough to be Ms Alaska
- she failed on the US American's finding the US of America on a map thing
Her 17 year old daughter is pregnant
- by a 'man' named Levi
Is a little confused about whether or not to stone homos
Vetoed bill denying benefits to gays, as unconstitutional. (Aug 2008)
Marriage only be between and man and a woman. (Nov 2006)
Value our cultural diversity. (Nov 2006)
Ok to deny benefits to homosexual couples. (Aug 2006)
An dof course is more fertile than Idaho manure
Here are some other odd facts about the next president but one
She's a moose hunter
- No that's not a euphemism, thought it sounds like one I know.
She named all of her children after street slang for heroin
- Track, Bristol, Willow, Piper & Trig
She wasn't pretty enough to win Ms Alaska
- despite being one of only three women in Alaska
Actually that's not true - she wasn't clever enough to be Ms Alaska
- she failed on the US American's finding the US of America on a map thing
Her 17 year old daughter is pregnant
- by a 'man' named Levi
Is a little confused about whether or not to stone homos
Vetoed bill denying benefits to gays, as unconstitutional. (Aug 2008)
Marriage only be between and man and a woman. (Nov 2006)
Value our cultural diversity. (Nov 2006)
Ok to deny benefits to homosexual couples. (Aug 2006)
An dof course is more fertile than Idaho manure
White suits into storage
It's Labour Day. And it's 31c. Which meant two things.
First all of the students are back in town ahead of the start of semester tomorrow. And secondly the local pool decided to extend its hours in a bid to cash in on collision of both the influx of firm young flesh looking for a place to show out and weather that allows them to shed clothing.
The pool was packed. The boys were hot - toned, muscular and enjoying the attention as they threw around a ball in a dispay of 'look at us, no look at me' peacokery.
The girls were large. Big breasted and celluliute pitted thighs. Their long term shape moving up from their knees to claim them. They lay at angles that they imagined flattering as the fat girl inside of them screamed for the ice-cream that would bring them 200 KCals closer to taking over.
Weirdly as the people get older you tend to see a reverse. Hot middle aged women with their blue-white, chunky, chubby husbands. The wives staying in shape for the day when all of that belly fat wreaks revenge on their 'better half' and sees her shopping for black with the first of the insurance checks.
It's been an incredible late summer. The skies as blue as any I can remember and the temperatures consistently in the 30s. It's been like Singapore with the added bonus that nobody was taking perfection for granted - and few expats were on hand to complain whilst leaking miserably through inappropriate clothing.
Two weeks from now somebody will have turned summer off and the temperatures will start to fall. We're seeing forecasts with highs of 18C. At that point Operation Flight starts and Jude and I start to look for weekend destinations where tan topping and time outdoors are possible.
One more winter here and then onward and upward. Or sideways. who knows. What I do know is that following that winter - those cold, dark, dangerous days where the light limits activity will come another summer. Our last here. And what a summer I have planned
First all of the students are back in town ahead of the start of semester tomorrow. And secondly the local pool decided to extend its hours in a bid to cash in on collision of both the influx of firm young flesh looking for a place to show out and weather that allows them to shed clothing.
The pool was packed. The boys were hot - toned, muscular and enjoying the attention as they threw around a ball in a dispay of 'look at us, no look at me' peacokery.
The girls were large. Big breasted and celluliute pitted thighs. Their long term shape moving up from their knees to claim them. They lay at angles that they imagined flattering as the fat girl inside of them screamed for the ice-cream that would bring them 200 KCals closer to taking over.
Weirdly as the people get older you tend to see a reverse. Hot middle aged women with their blue-white, chunky, chubby husbands. The wives staying in shape for the day when all of that belly fat wreaks revenge on their 'better half' and sees her shopping for black with the first of the insurance checks.
It's been an incredible late summer. The skies as blue as any I can remember and the temperatures consistently in the 30s. It's been like Singapore with the added bonus that nobody was taking perfection for granted - and few expats were on hand to complain whilst leaking miserably through inappropriate clothing.
Two weeks from now somebody will have turned summer off and the temperatures will start to fall. We're seeing forecasts with highs of 18C. At that point Operation Flight starts and Jude and I start to look for weekend destinations where tan topping and time outdoors are possible.
One more winter here and then onward and upward. Or sideways. who knows. What I do know is that following that winter - those cold, dark, dangerous days where the light limits activity will come another summer. Our last here. And what a summer I have planned
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