Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Cowee Meadow Cabin

We met up with some friends and hiked out to the Cowee Meadow Cabin on Friday night. At the cabin we met some other friends who had hiked out earlier with their beautiful german wirehaired pointer. she looks like this, sorta, definitely cuter!
The oil stove didn't work so the men found a dead tree, sawed it up and put it in the tiny wood stove. We ate popcorn and cookies, played games and laughed until the wee hours of the morning.

After getting up to use the outhouse my friend saw my light and thought an intruder was in the cabin. We had joked earlier about her husband's hand gun, so I was glad when they recognized my voice.

In the morning we had sausage, eggs, bagels and muffins. Then we packed up and headed for home.

P.S. Yes. That is Mr. X in crocs and shorts. Yes, he is at home celebrating his birthday with a cold. Happy Birthday, dear.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Ahh, the Life...err I mean, Argh.

Yesterday, we got home from work and immediately changed into pajamas; it was one of those days. We were discussing some plans for this month and indulging in brownies and milk when we heard a light tap, tap on the door. Mr. X rolled his eyes, but went to the door in his flannel pants.

Our neighbor's on-again boyfriend "Thor" was at the door. He didn't say anything just pointed and I heard Mr. X say, "Uh, I don't recognize him. Hmm, I can smell him." Thor grunted, "I'm taking care of it."

Since Thor could win a Hulk Hogan look-alike contest, Mr. X didn't object.

At this point I could distinctly hear snoring, so I peeked my head out the door. From there I saw a heavy boot and pant leg on the hallway floor. A DRUNK WAS SLEEPING IT OFF IN OUR ARCTIC ENTRY!

About 10 minutes later I hear another neighbor - who definitely shouldn't take up pro-wrestling - wake the guy up, "Hey, Bro. You gotta get up. Come on Bro. My neighbor called the po-lice and, Man, I don't want you to go to jail. You gotta get up and get out of here." At which point the inebriate lashed out, verbally assaulting the poor kid, "I don't **** have to **** go **** anywhere **** I don't **** have **** **** to ***** worry about." He went on like this until he passed out again.

20 minutes after that, I hear a cheery and enthusiastic voice, "Hey there, it's Officer Hayes! How's it going? You're at the wrong apartment. Yeah, I know but you can't stay here. (laughter) I don't usually see you out here; you're usually downtown. (laughter) Who're you visiting? Friends or family? Can I give you a ride? You ready? Come on, let's go."

On one hand it's pretty creepy to live in a place that invites this type of visitor. On the other, it was a terribly wet, windy and cold evening. At least he wasn't passed out in a puddle?

Either way, I'm counting on him NOT remembering where he was last night so he can't come back.

Monday, November 1, 2010

How we 'do' chili?

Friday 6am: Pumpkin-chocolate chip muffins, milk and treat bags for 12

Friday 12-noon: Department "Sweaty Brow" Chili cook-off/costume contest/charity event - highlights were Medusa, Catwoman, an oompaloompa, Dorothy, Scarcrow, Tin man and the Cowardly lion. And yes, my brow was sweaty. I was glad we had leftover milk from our breakfast party.

Friday 6pm: blow-off trunk-or-treat (and another chili cook-off) in favor of pizza and warm, dry house

Sunday 5pm: 4 trick or treaters

Sunday 6 pm: Chili and a sliced apple/cheese tray