Today is the annual Farmer and Merchant's picnic in the lovely little town of Ada. Cousin Jamie and family plus their 4-H club hosted the petting zoo. It was exceedingly hot and sticky and thus I only lasted a few hours. I would post a link, but there is none. Oohh!! Maybe I'll send the mayor a rebuke concerning the lack of innernet pages of Ada. hmmm... I might have to remember who the mayor is before I can do that. glitch in every plan

I'm finally back in my little apartment, roasting alive. I went to Denver a week ago this past Thursday and had a delightful 4 day/3 night tour of the town. I saw the university of choice and then I went on a yarn crawl. Utterly shameful, but delightful. And my mother wonders why I'm single. Did I hit a single bar while there? No. Did I chat up ladies old enough to be my mother or grandmother? Of course I did. The best conversation I had was with a fellow who was 72 going on 73 and he ended giving me good directions. If I was a gold-digger, I would have it made in the shade. Sad, but true. And what is it with people asking my age (now proudly 30) and then asking why a nice girl like me (and who says I can't schnooker people?) isn't married? What sort of response am I supposed to have?

So, if anyone has a response that is snappy, witty or otherwise just plain good, please feel free to leave it in the remarks. Or better yet, send a cute man that travels well so that I don't have to fend off these remarks.

off i go

I confess. I am a bad packer. Be it moving or traveling, I don't pack well. And thus my problem for today. I leave for Denver tomorrow and I haven't packed a thing. And I question myself if I have enough clean underwear. hmmm... glitch. So this evening is pack-a-poluzza and cleaning of the hamster cages. Cousin Jamie said that she would watch them and she hopes that they don't escape again.

Have fun and hopefully I'll have pictures, but I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you.

Canada, ay?

Amy H (my partner in crime for noodle stirring) and I went to Canada yesterday. To gamble. I felt delightfully tawdry and cheesy all at once. What a wonderful feeling! Amy picked me up and off we went to Windsor, Canada. We drove over the Ambassador Bridge and I finally made my first voyage into Canada. That's right, my first trip to Canada. I know, I know... I live in Ohio and am only one very large lake away from Canada. What can I say? I lead a very sheltered life.

And then I went gambling for the first time! It was so neat and just a touch scary. Casino Windsor had tons of people there just gambling. Playing the slots and at various tables. They had a whole room dedicated to poker. I kid you not. And the time just falls away from you. We played a ton of penny and two-cent slots, I lost a few dollars worth of quarters at the Elvis slots and in all I made money on the deal. Yeah! Beer money for Denver!

Speaking of which, if anyone has any suggestions on what to see or do in Denver over my 4 day excursion, please feel free to do so.

OH! Pics from Isis wedding will be coming forwith. Promise.