Monday, July 12, 2010

A trilogy of tales

What's more fun than a barrel of monkeys?

Pammy in a hotel full of Jehovah's Witnesses.


I took my granddaughter home this past weekend and stayed to help the Princess find a wedding dress. Which, after shopping all bloody day, she didn't find.


The hotel I stayed at was chock full'o Witnesses for some kinda convention...or meeting...or
  • akelarre
  • .

    Whatever the hell they have. Every time I went out to my friggin car, there was some kinda flyer on it. Which was promptly wadded up by yours truly and flung to the ground, accompanied by some quite...ah...colorful...and loud...expletives.

    Ships and sails and pirate tales

    Saturday, the girls took me to lunch at
  • Sharky's

  • In spite of the fact that the ole Mississloppy is flooded and we had to get there via boat...or maybe because we hadda get there by was just the coolest place.

    And we saw the damndest thing.

    A real, live, honest ta gawd Pirate ship!

    As I understand it, some guy with a big cabin cruiser and more money than sense decided he really wanted a pirate ship. So he...repurposed...his boat and re-christened it The Gypsy Rose. It even has some kinda cannon-thingy that shoots out black Nerf balls...awesome!

    I tell's just not every day ya get to see a priate ship sailing up the Mississippi River.

    Home again, home again, jiggety-jig

    Upon my return home, after being laid off for exactly two weeks....I discovered that I'd been called back. In fact, I got called back the very day I received my ok from unemployment.

    Go figure.

    Now, on one hand, of course I'm glad. I loved my job and I'm well on my way to ensure a half-way decent retirement. On the other hand, I'm somewhat apprehensive. My duties will be changing, as well as my schedule. Add to that, the fact that our fearless leader has made the comment...on more than one occasion...that this current layoff certainly would not be the last.

    Two weeks ago, on my last day of work, I cried all the way home. I honestly didn't realize how traumatic it would be and I don't know if I can go through that again.

    Nevertheless, I was extremely glad to get back home to my own river.

    This sight greeted me last night.

    And this, this morning.

    We might not have a pirate ship, but we've got the Spirit.

    (As with all photos, click to enlarge.)


    At 5:37 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Casting the pamphlet aside without hat would have been better - as a human.

    At 6:24 PM , Blogger Pammy said...

    I'm assuming you mean "without hate", Von.
    I don't hate them. I don't hate anyone.
    I do hate the fact that many of them deny their own children medical care because they believe that their god will heal them. I hate the fact that innocent children die needlessly because their parents are brainwashed.


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