“The skeeters may eat us, but they’ll never beat us…”

So, yes, we have some mosquitoes out here at the cottage. Went on a quest to find little kid mosquito repellant. Evidently, out here, not many little kids worry about skeeters. Or at least their parents don’t seem to buy them the reduced Deet stuff around here. The third place had some. In my wisdom, I left some here last year, enough to get me through the first few days before I would have to go out and stock up again. But, alas, my plan has been foiled by someone, somewhere…possibly a little short person who was fearful of being taken away by the bugs.

The ducks seem to remember us from last year and are hounding the dock, begging us to give them more cracked corn. Maybe it is just plain old ‘crack’ corn and we’ve gotten them addicted. Problem is that they are pooping on the dock and where we swim. Evidently their poop doubles the water’s ecoli content, plus will give you some nice swimmers itch. (Like shaving your bathing suit line wasn’t enough trouble…)

I think I took my screwed up email and really screwed it up. <sigh> Sometimes I know just enough to really mess things up.

In this cottage, you can hear everything. EVERYTHING. Dear lord. Farts. Little kids whining and wailing themselves to sleep (hopefully). I feel so self-conscious clicking away on my computer. Like I’ve broken an unwritten code. But, really it’s not like I brought a TV in here. (Never been a TV here). Although, dad says that he has about ten movies on his drive…does that count?

Twilight Zone, Serendipity and what’s that other word…

To bring the eight pound laptop or not…<sigh>…I probably will since I am hoping to hear from some agents. Anyway…

On Facebook, I just found two more people from high school. And they remember me. I always figure people won’t remember me or that they won’t want to get in touch. Not that I was awful or anything…just a minor complex, I suppose. I did find another cousin on there today too. It’s been a big day on Facebook. I’ve taken all my photos and personal info off (or at least the stuff I actually put on there). I think it makes it hard for people to know if they have the real ‘me’ though.

I wonder how big Facebook is growing. I mean, per day. Those would be interesting figures. I mean, I haven’t been on there for that long and people I looked up a few weeks ago are now on. I have a friend who is being pressured to join up and another who actually had some friends create a fan club for him where his friends post pictures and stories about him, trying to get him to sign up. I assume someone must be showing him the club. So far, he is holding out. I guess he just isn’t that cool. Or our peer pressure just isn’t measuring up.

Cool, cool, cool. My hubby just came home from a class and his prof showed him graphs on Facebook’s growth. Apparently there are 8.9 or 89 million (he can’t recall which) people blogging. That is 18 million more than a couple of months ago. Anyway, that is a bit freaky, since I was blogging about Facebook and its growth and he comes home and talks about that first thing. [Insert twilight zone music here.]

Another Road Trip–Successful

Took a road trip the other day to the zoo and guess what? We got there and back without any vehicular mishaps.

There was a little kid pit stop on a small side road…and, well, a bit of a mishap there. You really don’t want the details though…trust me.

We’re heading out to my grandma’s cottage in a few days. I love the cottage. Not just because if you get hot, you run off the dock and into the water…ahhhh…refreshed! But the best part? Sharing the cooking. Whenever I come home from a stay at the cottage, I’m like, ‘What? I have to cook EVERY night? I’m responsible for EVERY meal? EVERY grocery shop?’ UGH. That’s the nice thing about having several families all together in one place. You can share the mundane, everyday burdens. Although, this trip there will be no other little people to distract my little person. Two weeks of just mom for entertainment. I almost want to bring her portable DVD player…almost. It is nice to go TV free. Although, I am bringing my computer… Does that count? Especially since dad now has high speed Internet at the cottage. And Grandma is putting in a shower. I guess no more ready excuses for not washing your hair very often or not checking your e-mail. Shucks. Whatever am I going to do?