Thrift Stores

I promised an update on the situation. Nana died Wednesday night. So we are coming home not tomorrow but next Saturday. The funeral is on Sunday at 2:00. Our plane lands in Albany at 11:00 on Saturday morning. So we will have time to get unpacked and go up to the house and get all our dresses. Sunday morning I have to make it to Sunday school whether I hitch a ride with a murderer. We will stay for the monthly luncheon that just so happens to be that week. The church holds an "Anniversery/Birthday Celebration" otherwise known as ABC Sunday. We will eat lunch and then head the few miles down the road to the funeral home. We will stay 2:00-4:00 for veiwing hours, then the family will go out to eat. We will return at 6:00 for the later viewing hours. No idea what's happening the rest of the week. We are leaving Wednesday afternoon.
Now back to living the good life down here in Florida. You have to know the whole story in order to undersand the reason my father and I made a 911 Thrift Store Run. Up in NY, the thrift stores ar OK. But down here, it's another story. Name brand clothing that you would find at JC Penny's for $50 you would find for $2 at the Salvation Army. My dad got a $6 dollar suite for the funeral at the thrift store. On Wednesdays, though, every thrift store is 1/2 price. On our screen porch we have a couch that was $80 and it was a Wednesday. So every Wednesday all the ladies of the park go out together and "thrift". So tonight at "happy hour" which isn't like drinking hour but conversation hour, Moorag, a fellow thrifter comes over to me and asks me what size I was in a burkenstock. I am a 36. She said that there were a brand new pair of burkentstocks size 36. Yesterday she hid a pair on the baby shoes rack for mom. She told us they were in the same hiding spot. So through the campsites we run hop in the car and drive down to the thrift store. We look at the shoe rack and find a pair. But they were 41's. We grabbed them and dissapointed went to check out when we remembered they were on the kid's shoes rack.We went back and sure enough, there they were. So today I got a $150 pair of shoes for $3.

More About Boring ME

The past week has been sorta busy. I got a gorgeous cross necklace that has a blue-ish gem embedded in it. I love it. Dad got a hideous haywain shirt at a thrift store. It is like the silhouette of a palm tree on a sunset background. Uhhhh. Right now I am baby sitting a 5 year old. Mom is in the bedroom making flight arrangements as my great grandmother isn't doing so well. No idea when but we are going to fly back to New York for a few days. I'll post more about that when I get more detail. Dinner for tonight is rotisserie chicken and baked potatoes prepared by ME. Friends of ours who live in the park went to New Orleans leaving their dog in our care for 7 days. He gets walked like 5 times a day and fed once in the morning. You can tell how bored I am when I start telling you my daily chores regarding my park job. Mom just got of the phone. We are leaving a week from today. Hopefully we are flying. We will be there for a week. We will go to church and wednesday night to all my fellow church friends who are reading this. So see. you all then!!!

Busch Gardens Continuous

DO NOT READ THIS POST. PLEASE READ "BUSCH GARDENS" FIRST. TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. COULDN'T UPLOAD AS MANY PICTURES AS I WANTED TO. THIS IS A CONTINUATION. DO NOT READ UNTIL AFTER READING THE PREVIOUS POST. THANK YOU.

"I am all that and you are not" Wink.

They can open their jaws 150 degrees, almost a strait line.

Baby and Mama Rhino.

Girraffe. TALLER THAN ME.

This deer was thought to be extinct. No idea what it is really named, but it is called "The Ghost of the Serengeti"

That is all!!!

Busch Gardens

Okay, now that I have explained why I haven't posted in a while, I will show you some pictures of our trip to Busch Gardens. I won't say much because I am sure you don't want to hear me so I'll just captionize, if that is a word.

American Crock. He is behind glass. Happy Day.

Me getting pooped on.

Pretty Kitty.

Shhhh. Sam's sleeping.

White Rhino. Has to file down his horn. If he doesn't, It could grow to 6ft. He is more hygienic than me!!!

Alright my computer is being stuborn, it won't let me upload any more pictures. So for more pictures and captions see Busch Gardens Continuous.

Excuses

Alright fellow viewers, I know I haven't posted in, like, a year. So to avoid becoming the most hated blog in America, prepare for the most terrible excuse you could ever imagine. While walking with my dog by a pond on a sunny day, I noticed Mandy, my dog, was becoming especially jumpy. I turn around to find a 10 ft, no a 50 ft gator following us!!!! Its teeth were like razors, they could slice rock if he wanted them to. His beady red eyes locked mine. For a moment, I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. My friends and family, my horse. I did not want to die. There are so many things that have yet to be accomplished, why, that very day I had an appointment to help Super Man stop the evil villain and save the world. No. I just couldn't die. I would have to fight. The gator circled. I was terrified. His tail threatened to swipe me into the pond were his buddies were cheering him on. Mandy was going nuts. I released the leash. She stood where she was. The gator let out an ear shattering growl. Then, all was silent. A splash behind me. I turn. Wrong move. The gator lunges knocking be on my backside. He clamps down on my left arm. With my free hand, I poke him in the eye before he has a chance to do his death role. No outcome. To my horror I realize that the protective see-through eyelids have closed, resulting my technique in failure. I only had a few seconds before the gator would role, tearing my arm from its socket. I meditated for a split second. I lightning bolt hit me and I became INVINCIBLE. I grabbed the gator's throat and wretched him away from my body, and to my despaire he had a severed arm dangling from his mouth. I dangled the 2 ton gator in mid air, my adrenalin masking the pain from my arm-less shoulder. The gator flinched, Throwing me off balance, he grabbed my 4 fingers in his mouth. No pain. I jump in the air and do a 720 delivering a deathly blow to his skull. He lands with a thud on the ground, taking my fingers and arm with him. So, I tell you it is difficult to type with only a thumb left, and a missing arm. You may yell at me through your comments, and if that is so, I see no reason to continue blogging. So as Thumper's daddy says "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all".