My Weird Weekend

It was a long, weird, wonderful weekend. This is a post about nothing.....just warning you of the pointless drivel you are about to partake of.

I started my Saturday morning alone. I cannot begin to tell you how I cherish my 'alone' moments. They are quite far and few between. Glenco went out of town with a friend, and here I was...alone. I savored my coffee and planned my day. A day of chores, of course. I did squeeze in a trip to the farmstand where I picked up the most beautiful honeycrisp apples and Concord grapes. The grapes are now jelly, snuggled in little jeweled glasses. Talk about the best smell in the world, it has to be Concord grapes.

On the way home from one of my errands, I noticed a 'Free Kitten' sign. See, this is why I should really never be alone. I thought.."oh, I just want to see". Well....I saw, I got, and now I have this here. I call it a kitten rescue, because I do feel like I rescued this little guy. Does anyone want it? It's at Aaron's house now on a trial. I do hope they keep it.

You know what I do to cute things don't you? Does this really surprise you?

The afternoon was filled with yardwork. I've committed myself to doing the 2010 Lowell Garden Walk. I'm already freaking a bit. It's a lot of work.

Danielle, my super cool neighbor up the hill that has chickens and a pig (deep breath), called me to tell me that she found some baby chickens in her barn. I dropped the rake and drove up the hill to see.

Look at these little babies....oh dear. I miss that little 'peep' noise.

Must.......get.......more......baby.....chickens.

Look at this beautiful rooster. Yowzer. He's a biggen'

Then Sunday happened. Glenco and I had toyed around with going for a drive to see this Antique Car Museum. We hemmed and hawed about it, and decided to go. I'd already made a nice little list of things to do around the house. It was a little hard to change gears. Ah, who am I kidding, it was REALLY hard to change gears...but I did. It was a lovely day for a drive. We like to drive around and look at houses. It's one of our favorite things to do. We like to 'critique' the houses, seek out old ones, drool over the $1M lakefront homes in Beverly Shores. We like to explore roads that look like this:

So we pulled out the old '64 Chevy and headed out.

One of the first things we saw was this vulture sunning itself. It was an omen.

Did you know that I have a phobia of mannequins and animatronics? Well, I do. Universal Studios in California was a nightmare. Between the ET exhibit, and the talking tree at the RainForest Cafe, I was a basketcase. I've never been able to look at the moving, singing rats at Chuckee Cheese. I wouldn't be able to handle Disneyland. Ever.

I also have a phobia of midgets, cotton balls and mustard, but that's a whole 'notha post.

This museum was filled with old cars and memorabilia. It might have been cool, but....it was filled with mannequins. Now, the mall mannequins don't freak me out too much, they are normally headless, and not really doing things.....like driving cars.

I had to go to my happy place the entire time I was there....

Then I saw this.....pure evil I tell you.

I just wanted to leave.

I mustered up all the strength I had, and I touched one. It felt so corpse like. Bored to tears while Glen was drooling over tail lights and engine blocks, I began touching them all. Moving them. Putting their hands on the steering wheels. I mean, if they were gonna be in a car..make it look real people. We were the only ones in the museum. It felt like a Steven King movie. I know there was devilment there. I know it. You can't tell me that Elvis didn't hit on this chick after the lights went out.

Please excuse me while I go take my Xanax.