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Belated Weekend Review

It’s Thursday and I’m blogging about last weekend. I could say it took me this long to recover, but that’d be a partial lie. Maybe like 70% true, 30% false. Or maybe even 60/40. Either way, this weekend really tired me out. It was fun, but it wore me down.

See, I’ve decided to do this 30-day squat challenge which I started on Thursday last week. (If you’re interested, I’m up to 80 now.) That normally wouldn’t be a problem. Working out, or pseudo-working out is better than nothing. But I forgot about New Orleans. I enjoy spending time in the Quarter, especially when I can show a friend around.

Unfortunately for me and A.M. Griffin, it wasn’t just hot this weekend, it was hot as balls. Pardon my crudeness, but it was a totaly sweaty nightmare. If you’ve never been to the French Quarter, it stinks. Especially when the heat and humidity is high. Bourbon Street doesn’t close as far as I know, so people party all day and night. When people party all day and night, they tend to lose control of some bodily functions and inhibitions and do whatever wherever. If you catch my drift. Don’t get me wrong, the Quarter is still a great place to visit. Usually after a good hard rain though, or if the street cleaners have been out.

That wasn’t the case this weekend.

But that isn’t even the reason I’m so tired. You see, I got to NOLA a little late. I blame it on that wrong turn I took, but by the time I got there it was 10 in the morning and I had to save Griffin from eating her entire stash of chocolate for breakfast. We hit the streets in the search of food…and returned to the hotel at 4 that afternoon. We only sat down twice in that entire time which means we walked a good 4 hours. No biggie, right? Wrong! We were dragging ass by the time we got back to the hotel. DRAGGING. I thought Griffin was going to melt in the heat. It was a nightmare. We had fun window shopping and people watching and staring at the guy in the one-piece swimsuit/jumper thing and heels and shopping some more.

We spent a lot of time in…*frown* I have a card for the store, but I can’t remember what it’s called. It’s an adult toy store. *cough* We actually probably spent more time looking for the store than we did in it. From one end of Bourbon to the other, we traipsed back and forth, ogling the pretty men without their shirts who were there for Southern Decadence Fest, eyeballing Prince and Michael Jackson impersonators and pausing in front of as many businesses with cool air as we could. Because that’s the trick of surviving a walk in the Quarter: Soaking up as much cool air as you can when doors open. Anyway, we finally found the store and bought a whole bunch of stuff to give away. I’m not going to say why we’re giving stuff away yet, but I’ll explain that later.

Anyway, the result of all this walking and shopping and goofing off? We were in bed by 11. Yes, we’re in New Orleans, the Big Easy and we were in bed for 11 p.m. Apparently I snored. I don’t recall. Whatever. It was a long, wearing weekend and we were only together 24 hours! Of course now we’re all excited about RomantiCon in October and RT in May. They’re going to be epic.

If you’re heading to New Orleans for RT next year, my recommendation is to get a lot of walking experience under your belt first, buy a pair of uber comfortable shoes and a bag  you can carry about a case of water in. You know, just in case the heat is atrocious the way it was this weekend.

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Season of Misery

Today I’m over at CR Moss’s blog. I hope to see some of you there!

My mind is whirling with different themes this morning. I had a rant prepared about the younger generation and their determination to backtrack on the feminist movement. Then I thought about ranting about television shows.

Then I realized I don’t want to rant today. It’s disgustingly humid in south Louisiana this morning and I just can’t be bothered to get worked up about anything. That’s the reason why people down here seem so laid back. It has nothing to do with personality and everything to do with it’s too damn hot to move.

It’s probably why I don’t write as much during the summer as I do during the “winter”. Not like we have a real winter anyway, but when it’s cooler outside, I feel happy and energized. The minute the summer approaches though, my brain wants to go into hibernation. I’m pretty sure not everyone down here is that way. Some people actually lust for summer. I consider them freaks. Sorry y’all, but 110 degree days are nothing to be happy about.

I mean, if you really think about it, the worst parts of being in south Louisiana happen because of the summer. Mosquitos (meh, blood suckers), hurricanes (I hate evacuating), heat stroke (cause you know it happens at least once a year), and sometimes drought. What’s to like about that? *sniff*

Right now we’re only looking at the upper 80s in the way of highs, but it’s climbing which means I’m going to be one miserable woman. In other words, don’t expect too much of me from the end of May until at least September, maybe October.

But don’t worry, my friends, I’m sure I’ll revisit this topic in the middle of July when we’re just starting to bake.

What’s your favorite time of year? Or least favorite?

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Nice Shootin’

I’m a little late in my weekend roundup, but it’s worth it.

Saturday was a normal, do-everything-I-can’t-during-the-week day. I ran errands, brought my dog to the groomer, visited my dad, things like that. It just means I didn’t get anything significant done.

Sunday was entirely different. I already knew I was scheduled to go target shooting with my sister and brother-in-law, but my yard needed a little attention. I have a love/hate relationship with my yard. I hate cutting it, but I love for it to look pretty. And since the days have been so hot, I decided I had to mow it as soon as the sun came up. (On the off chance it would burn away some of the dew.)

Yeah, that didn’t exactly work out well. I managed to cut the yard in two hours because I needed frequent breaks. It really sucks how hot it is already. I kept hydrated (or so I thought) and by noon, I’d only been attacked by the rose-bush once and I was showered and ready to go shoot. Yay!

We headed out and when my brother-in-law opened the trunk of the car, I gaped. Yeah, there were lots of guns in there. Then my nephew showed up with more. My first thought was, “Yeah, we’re ready for the zombie apocalypse!”

Then we started shooting. It’s been twenty years since I shot anything other than the bird. We tried out a variety of shotguns, rifles, and handguns and my conclusion is that my sister, my nephew’s girlfriend, and I are screwed when the zombies come. We suck.

My sister kicked up so much mud and dirt we could’ve planted a nice garden from all the soil she plowed. I killed a lot of leaves and trees, but the way I figure, my sister can take out the zombies’ kneecaps and feet, and I’ll give them a haircut. My nephew’s girlfriend said she would be glad to reload for us.

By the time we used all the ammo for the handguns, I started getting light-headed. I’m not a fainter. I think the one time I did faint, I was sick with something, but I almost did a face plant in the field on Sunday. My head was swimming, I was seeing spots, and I knew it would be a very bad thing for me to take the 12 gauge again.

Once we got back in the car with the a/c, my stomach started cramping and I knew I had heat exhaustion. In April! It’s too damn early for that! But when I got back home and had a huge glass of water and sat in front of a fan for about two hours, I was fine.

Despite my problems and the heat, I had a blast. Literally. I’m going to blame my bad aim on heat exhaustion, not my lack of mad gun skillz. Since we plan to go back again soon, I think I need to brush up on my techniques.


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Back To Normal?

Is it possible to hit the rewind button on life? Someone should really invent one because if I could, I’d hit that sucker and go back a couple of weeks ago before everything went bonkers.

I’m not going to reiterate the problems from last weekend, but you can read about it here. No, this weekend offered its own problems. As I mentioned on Friday, our a/c went out. With 102 degree days, I stayed home to make sure my animals were safe and as cool as possible while waiting for the repairmen. They replaced our unit and everything went back to being cool.

For twenty-four hours. That’s right. Saturday night, after a nice time at my sister-in-law’s baby shower, I decided to do some writing. I was feeling the buzz of creativity which means I stayed up later than usual. I stepped into the kitchen to replenish my water and smelled something “off”. I called in the mother lode to find out if she smelled it too.

Yup. Something was burning in the house. We called in the cavalry (my uncle and brother) to do some investigating. We looked all over the house for the problem but couldn’t find it. So I called my cousin’s husband who’s a firefighter. He suggested opening the air conditioner door and turning the a/c on. It’s a damn good thing he did that.

Yes! We had flames coming off the a/c motor! Frantic calls to the repairmen at nearly midnight resulted in them telling us they’d try to show up the following day. They did, by the way, but Saturday night was spent in full on “this-is-almost-as-bad-as-post-hurricane-electricity-outages” mode. Luckily, we have fans and turned those suckers on the circulate the air as much as possible.

Sunday dawned and the guys showed up…only to say they’d have to return on Monday to replace the cooling coils. *slump* They fiddled with the unit enough that we could turn it on, but not nearly as cool as we like it. The house started cooling off again…then the electricity went out.

As we were sitting outside watching the stormy weather, I looked at my mom and said, “Obviously we weren’t meant to have cool air this week. It was destiny.”

So what has fate thrown your way lately?


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