Spring fashion abounds and, I swear, Finn spends more time trying on clothes and primping himself than I do. Check out this Prada look from the 2014 spring collection that the vampy diva has been totally into…still not sure what he loves more: the outfit or the guy wearing it!
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New home for one annoying gnome. Goes by the name of Bob. Dress him in green, and he could easily pass for your lucky leprechaun…Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone! (By the way, unfortunately I’m just kidding…not able to get rid of him that easily.) Finally!! Daylight Saving Time! I don’t know about you, but I love that our daylight hours will now be extended.
So with all the thoughts and images I’ve been having of my brother as of late, I found myself wondering what would have happened if my twin bro and I had been born right when one of these switches in time had taken place. Well it seems that Daylight Saving Time can change birth order—on paper, anyway. For example, during the time change in the fall, one baby could be born at 1:55 a.m. and the sibling born ten minutes later, at 1:05 a.m., actually making the second twin appear older than the first twin…freaky! As for the spring, there’s a gap when no babies are born at all: from 2:00 a.m. to 3:00 a.m.…talk about quickly making the possible impossible! So Amy called me last week and suggested that we head out to Wild Iris Farm on the weekend to go for a horse-drawn carriage ride complete with Shire Draft horses, hot chocolate, and even sleigh bells if you can believe it. My BFF was persistently trying to convince me that 30 minutes of taking in historic farms would be loads of fun, AND she reminded me that these rides would be done for the season soon…sooooo, I caved, regardless of the very strong likelihood that we’d be freezing our asses off. (we did.) I have to admit that Saturday’s ride with my BFF and 10 other people we’d never met before, was for the most part, pretty fun.
But as we rode through the woods along the way, mentally I was back to the time I was in a different forest. Damn! This happens every time I’m in, or near, the forest--images of my twin brother were, yet again, flashing through my mind. So was that the reason for the uneasiness I started feeling about 15 minutes into our ride? I did my best to shake it off and enjoy the ride, but it’s now Wednesday, and it just won’t go away…FML! So I woke up this past Thursday morning in a blue-funk. This winter season, in particular, here in Bar Harbor with the seemingly non-ending cold and snow, has really been getting to me. Polar vortex and all that jazz. Global warming, my ass. Anywhoo, after giving Ginger her plate of tuna, Finn came into the kitchen in a (very annoying) upbeat mood and announced that his dwarfed long-bearded counterpart, a.k.a pain-in-the-ass-gnome Bob, had tickets for us to attend some exhibit...at noon! I agreed to go, but only because it seemed easier than arguing with perky Finn so early in the day. After I demanded that we stop for my double expresso, we made our way to the Abbe Museum. This is what greeted us a short distance from the entrance: Seriously??? Leave it up to Bob and Finn to drag me to an event like this. My very life has been nothing BUT a twisted path since I met those two freaks.
Once we walked in though, we saw a wicked exhibit featuring contemporary Native American art. I stopped complaining (just for a moment) and found myself lost in intrigue. Apparently this Questions of Balance was the third incarnation in a series, and it focused on indigenous perspectives on environmental impact and conservation. There were even presentations from very gifted and talented local artists. Who knew we had stuff like this available to us right here?? I sure didn’t!! When we got home I had to admit to Bob that the exhibit was actually cool and interesting. Yes, even I swallow my pride every once in awhile. Of course swallowing my pride meant that my plan for rearranging Bob’s short little anatomy had to be put on hold until the next time he screws up. Although now that I think about it, I don’t even think I would enjoy seeing him sporting his white beard on his ass. ;-) Feb. 14th—Ahhhh…Valentine’s Day! Here it is…the single solitary day of the year that can evoke extreme opposite emotions in mortals.
On the one hand, there are those who eagerly anticipate this day…the very young elementary-age children and the love-struck couples, young and old. Then there are the lonely many who bemoan still not having found their “true love,” or maybe even worse, thought they’d found their one-and-only only to have woken up one day and realized that it was all in vain (aka one of those, “what the fuuuck???” moments). And then there are those who say they don’t care, that this heart-filled lovey-dovey day of the year doesn’t bother them in the least…ya right! Anywhooooo, regardless of which category you might fit into this Feb. 14th 2014, just remember that not too long ago, I used to fit into one of these three categories as well….now I’m in a category all my own (like I had a choice!!)…and that’s the category of loving in vein… raw steak anyone? |