Happy Halloween!

From Snow White and Dr. McNinja

I'm Alive...Just Barely

This week I have had the flu. And it's kicking my ass.
More when I'm better.

I Feel like Some Tagalongs Don't You?

Is it just me or does this little girl look kinda evil?

Costume Prep.

This is what a "helper kitty" looks like when you are trying to cut out the pattern for your Halloween costume.Yesterday I purchased the material to start making my costume. $2 a yard...not bad. Let's hope I can finish it before Halloween!

Any guesses to what I'm going to be?

What Lazy People Eat For Dinner

Spiderman plays beanbags every Monday night with some of his work friends. I, in turn, usually work a 12 hour shift. When I get home I'm tired. And lazy. And don't want to cook for just myself. I usually end up eating some interesting things. Here's tonight's menu.

a peanut butter sandwich (no jelly cuz jelly's gross)
roasted red pepper hummus on crackers
a granny smith apple.

I know.
Nothing like a nutritious dinner.

Bahama Mama

My trip to the Bahamas can be summed up in one word. Hot Like really hot. Record temperatures. High 90's every day. Muggy, sticky, surface of the sun hot. So hot that the ocean and pool stopped being refreshing almost immediately after entering them.

Despite the temperatures, the resort was gorgeous.

There were island kitties living at the resort that Spiderman and I quickly befriended. So much so that Spiderman wanted to buy cat food at the grocery store. This one was our favorite.
We named her Petera.....don't ask. I'm pretty sure she wanted to come home with us.
Here is a picture of the most annoying steel drummer in the history of the world. He would play the same few bars of melody over. And over. And over. It was torture. We had to leave.

Thankfully there was lots of Rum. Spiderman was in heaven. The food in the restaurants in Port Lacaya was fabulous! We had seafood of all kinds. There were even Mexican and Italian fusion places. I will definitely miss eating out every night. The evenings cooled off enough for us to put clothes on.

Most of our time was spent here.

It was just so damn hot!
But relaxing. I slept an average of 10-12 hours every night. I think it was a heat coma. I would also occasionally nap on the lounge chairs. I'm not very good at relaxing. I get stir crazy with nothing to do. Laying by the pool, I read 3 books. It was awesome.

I just kept rotating. Pool. Lounge chair. Pool. Lounge chair.

Beach. Lounge chair. It was so relaxing. I highly recommend it. I mean where else can you wake up in the morning to this?

I think next time we'll go after November. When it's a little cooler.

I'm sure it will be just as relaxing.

I'm Back..........

And when I've gotten more settled in I'll tell you all about it!

TMI Alert: Talking About Yeast Infections

When I first entered the blogging world I never knew so many cool people were on the web! One of the first blogs I discovered was Melanie's blog and I've enjoyed reading it for several years now. She's getting ready to do the 3Day Breast Cancer walk and I'm SO proud of her for it! I'm also excited she's agreed to guest post for me today. Thanks Mel!

Hi! This is Melanie from Mel, A Dramatic Mommy. Sarah is so brave to let me take over her blog! After this, I’m sure she’ll never offer again. I’ve had this post in my draft folder for while now. I debated posting it, but I consider this a public service announcement since this is information I didn’t know and I’m sure many others don’t either.

Yeast infections suck. I don’t think there’s any debate about that. Earlier this summer I had the worst YI I’ve ever had. Without going into too much detail, it went beyond discomfort into full on pain.

In my opinion, when it comes to treating a YI, I think the cure is almost as bad as the disease. There’s nothing more humiliating than having your significant other walk in on you with your knees in the air. But, that could just be me. Anyway, I bought one of the one-day doses, even though the package says they can actually take three days to work. And it didn’t.

I was miserable but not wanting to keep buying the kits over and over, and I wondered if there wasn’t a more holistic approach I could take. Google to the rescue! Who knew the cure was already in my pantry?

Yep, apple cider vinegar. I read through all the comments on this post, and it seemed that more people than not said it worked for them, and really, what did I have to lose?

I followed the recommendations to add some to a tub filled with just enough water to cover, um, my girl parts and soaked for half and hour. Some people added half a cup, others a full cup of vinegar, some added two. I erred on the side of caution with a full cup. And you know what? It worked. I felt some relief later that evening and the next morning it was even better.

I did have to soak two more nights, and it absolutely stinks to high heaven (I took a shower right after being careful not to scrub the area and letting the soapy water run down then wash away). But it only cost me a few dollars and possibly saved a trip to the doctor.

This was definitely a learning experience for me. I don’t think writing a prescription or taking a pill is the answer to everything. Herbs, aromatherapy and other botanicals have been around a lot longer than western medicine. From now on, I’ll take a little time to research other options before automatically heading for the drug store.

Tuesday Table Topics

Today's guest blogger is Shannon from Welcome to the Nuthouse. She's a more recent blogging buddy who I bonded with over our joint loves of Jane Austen and Gerard Butler. **Sigh** There I go....thinking of Gerard again.....anyways, if you haven't been by her blog yet, GO! She's hysterical and her girls are adorable!

Being a self-proclaimed Jane Austen-addict, I've always wondered what it would be like to live during England's Regency Era. The etiquette of the day fascinates me. As does the fashion:




Breeches? Cravats? Waistcoats?

Yes, please!

However, in truth, I'd just want to visit Regency England... not live during that time. After a day or two (or probably just after a few hours!) of adhering to the strict social protocols, I'd be more than ready to return back to the 21st Century! Not to mention back to the land of air conditioning, Coca-Cola, and cable TV.

what historical time period would you like to visit?

SPF- Have a Great Time!

As of Saturday I am officially in the Bahamas! YEA!!!! I've arranged for a few guest posts while I'm away hanging by the resort pool. The first of my guest bloggers is my mother. She gets to be first cuz she's my mom and all. She started her blog shortly after I showed her mine, and we've been addicted ever since! Go on over sometime and check hers out. Mom, I appreciate the guest post....and watching my kitties!

I am like a bookmark, a bookmark in the spine of a fascinating and funny novel, otherwise known as Spoonful of Sarah. Here the heroine has paused slightly and checked into a fancy condo in the sunny Bahamas with her husband to celebrate, to relax and to lie in the warm sun. I am jealous of the vaca, but as her mom, I'm keeping my thumb on her "place" until she gets home. (That and I'm feeding the cats!) I don’t have a fancy picture on the part where I mark. I don’t have one of those perky little dangling tassels. I just have a bit of advice for our heroine. Wear sunscreen. Lots of it. I’ve known Sarah almost all of her life…scratch that, all of her life. Born early in the morning on a February day, she had the thickest patch of dark wild hair and the slightly yellow skin of a newborn infant with jaundice. She resembled an Eskimo baby. The “tan” quickly faded and she smiled sweetly through her fair skin.

Did I say fair? Reader’s listen up, she is the whitest white person I’ve ever seen. She’s even whiter than the whitest Michael J. was when he was at his whitest. Skin like porcelain, her likeness is that of Snow White sans the dwarves. Seriously, the last time I saw her with anything resembling a tan, was when she was seven and that tan was earned in carefully measured doses of sun over the course of the entire summer.

Mom's worry. I know she’s packed SPF in the highest of numbers, I only hope she uses it wisely. Seriously, those of us back here in the Midwest where autumn is swooping in to capture our rays, will quietly await your return my dear. Hoping to hear of good times and nary a sunburn!
Hurry back!