In 2002 we ran away from Illinois where we were born and raised, and started a new life in SW Florida. This blog is about me (an eccentric old artist), ROM (my Real Old Man), Isabella (our neurotic Standard Poodle) and Emmy (our crazy snake killing Jack Russell Terrier). Oh- and the neighborhood old people. Life is good in Florida!

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Saturday, November 12, 2011

Why Men Were Designed in Such a Peculiar Way...

I was just chatting with Ima and she mentioned that her Mr.Man could never find things, and she was constantly having to find items for him. It seems to be a common male trait. They can be looking into a drawer, staring at the thing they're trying find and not see it. How many times has your man asked you where something is, you tell him where it is and he says he already looked there. You walk over to where you told him to look and sure enough- there it is. Maybe you have one of those unusual men than can find things without assistance, but there are plenty that can't.


I don't know if men are missing a finders gene or what the hell their problem is, but it seems to be a common defect in men. One day long ago I was pondering another oddity about men (I ponder the mysteries of life often). On this pondering occasion I found myself wondering why men's junk hang on the outside of their bodies and suddenly the answer occurred to me-  they'd never find their genitals if they were neatly tucked away like ours! Anyway, I just thought I'd pass this bit of knowledge on in case any of you have pondered these same things.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

A Weekend of Shopping, Movies, and Scaring An Old Man


Though I'm still pouting over the early end of summer, we did manage to find some things to do this past weekend. With it being Halloween weekend, I just had to see Paranormal Activity 3. I've seen 1 and 2 which I thought were great and have really been looking forward to 3. I loved how in 1 and 2 the suspense just builds and builds to a big ending, and the fact that they don't use guts and gore for shock value.


So...  we decided to take in an evening showing of Paranormal Activity 3 Saturday night at a local cineplex. How in the world do families afford going to the movies now days? Just for the two us, one large bag of popcorn and two medium soft drinks it was $31! No wonder so many people wait for movies to come out on DVD and home pay per view.  But I have to admit, there's something about sitting in a dark theater watching a movie on the huge screen. Perhaps it's because I grew up watching movies at neighborhood theaters every weekend, I still enjoy movies more in a theater.


Paranormal Activity 3 didn't disappoint, it was just as good as 1 and 2. (If you haven't seen 1 and 2, I recommend you watch them before going to see 3.) It was a great flick and got several "Holy shits!" out of me as I watched. I love getting scared, almost as much as I love scaring other people. And I especially love scaring Real Old Man.


As we were leaving the movie ROM had to stop at the restroom, and I told him I was going out to the car and would meet him there. Then I realized it was dark so decided to wait for him. I stepped around the corner to wait when it occurred to me it was the perfect set up to scare him. I'd seen one man go in right before him and guessed that ROM would come out after him. Sure enough the guy came out and I heard ROM cough as he approached the door so I was sure the next guy to come around the corner would be ROM. As he stepped around the corner I jumped out in front of him waving my hands in the air and screamed "Boo!"  


It wasn't ROM... it was a white haired stooped over little old man. Holy shitballs! Poor old guy jumped back, eyes as big as saucers, clutching his chest with both hands. I apologized profusely... repeatedly! ROM was coming out behind the old man and he laughed his ass off (he said the expression on my face was priceless) as I smothered the old man in I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Luckily he had a sense of humor and laughed when I explained I thought he was my husband. And luckily he didn't have a heart attack and drop dead which I guess would have made me a murderer. Thank you jezzuz! I do not want to be a story on the Nancy Grace show- "Bomb shell tonight! The Real Old Housewife is a Real Old Killer!"


Sunday we decided to go shopping on the island. I've been looking for a either a metal or stoneware plate to display a sculpted bust. I couldn't tell you exactly what I want, it's one of those things that you know when you see it. And I didn't see it in any of the shops we visited. The search continues. Though I didn't come home with what I set out for, I didn't come home empty handed. I bought some candles and some new capris for these cooler days we're having. And I'll close this with some photos I took while we were shopping...
Entrance to one of my favorite shops-
The Sand Dollar









A stop to talk to the parrots



One of the murals that can be found on island buildings

Bridge Street

Intercoastal Waterway right across from the
Bridgetender Restaurant