If you are, you have an opportunity to hang out with Millions of Bats at the Austin Batfest 2018 August 18th, in lovely downtown Austin, TX.
You can check out the events at Austinbattours.com. Garlic is extra.
Being Home to one of the largest colonies of Mexican Brown Bats, definately Keeps Austin Weird, for sure. The Millions of Bats live under the S. Congress Ave Bridge. The spectacle of the emergence at dusk is amazing, and they are hugely beneficial to the environment, keeping all the creeping, flying, and chewing insects at bay. Think grasshoppers, crickets, millipedes, mosquitos, etc.
I’m grateful for the tons of insects that they eat every evening when they head out to forage.
It’s one of the fun things to do in Austin, if you have the inclination. Seeing them from the water is spectacular.
Image from fine art america via Pinterest.
I fly Southwest Airlines quite a bit.
I like them.
Not only for the fun MD Anderson Art that they have decided to display on the overhead bins, but the Flight Attendants are more often than not, really fun.
I try to get the Exit Row when I can. It means I’m usually among seasoned travelers, and it’s a little more room for me and the stuff that I have to carry.
When sitting in an Exit Row, you have to give a verbal agreement to help in the event of an Emergency.
Our Flight attendant was being particularly cheeky. He grabbed my bag from the overhead bin because I had my A-list tag on it. He asked my name. He introduced me to two of the gentlemen in the row so we could get ‘friendly’. He then said: “Beverage of choice to the person who can answer this question:
What is the airspeed Velocity of an unladen swallow?”
So I shouted back: “African or European?”
His mouth dropped open “Wendy, how did you know that?”
So I had to be cheeky with him “You have to know these things when you are king”.
That did spark a discussion on how I came to be acquainted with Monty Python Movies. No one got the reference but me.
It made for a fun flight.
Today, I’m really grateful for enjoyable travel, and flight attendants who go out of their way to make their flights fun.
Image from Pinterest
I love to dance. Since a little girl I took ballet, tap, Jazz was on Drill team in high school.
My husband and I would go out dancing when we were dating.
We got caught up in life, dancing isn’t on our agenda anymore.
I had a dear co-worker who lives in Nebraska, whenever we were together at events we would find time to dance.
Waltz, two step, polka, Schoddish, line dance, east coast beach, Salsa, Merengue, Cha-cha, Zumba, I will jump in and join the party.
I don’t know that I will ever be able to give up dancing in total.
So, until I can find someone to dance with again, I will just have to dance by myself.
I got caught up in “You’ve Got Mail.”
When AOL was the big thing, chat rooms were just starting.
It’s still enchanting, sort of.
I came across some old letters…..I made a cup of tea, grabbed a very lightweight blanket, and disappeared into a very enchanting moment of time. I had some delightfully “romantic” boyfriends who wrote me some completely stupid letters….Bad penmanship, poor spelling……woefully terribly letters.
Life just isn’t the movies.
Why did I keep them? Because they took the time to write them, poor grammar and all.
It’s a little hot, as it usually is here in S. Texas in July.
We are officially in the Dog Days of Summer. Or maybe the Frog days of summer?
Check this out. There are still nice people out there.
I know, I know, but there’s still a little girl in me that would love this Barbie Doll.
Isn’t it adorable?
Barbie would win on Who Wore it Better, and she probably filled out the jacket more significantly, but I think I’ve done a pretty good job rocking the gloves and muck boots!
I’ve heard this saying since I was a little girl.
But I never knew what Shine-ola was. I knew for sure what s#*t was. So in a little girl’s mind, I thought Shine-ola must be some kind of shoe polish. Right? Cause if you weren’t careful, you could step in s#*t, and it was brown, and shoe polish was either black or brown.
Reasonable conclusion? Maybe for a little girl.
Imagine how surprised I was today when I went into a nice jewelry store to have my wedding ring checked over and cleaned when I saw the Shinola Display.
It peaked my curiosity immediately.
Shinola is out of Detroit, and they make fabulous watches, journals, and other haberdashery. Now I know!
Since March I’ve been taking yoga, and I’m having a great time.
Today, I’m heading to an Inversion class where we will work on our head stand, shoulder stand, and hand stand techniques.
I’ve recently graduated from my headstand with a wheel, to a solo head stand. I hope that today, I can learn a little better form, and have some fun.
It’s so good to be feeling better, and getting back into my routine. Getting back to work. Getting back to working out.
I went to my Monday night TRX class after quite an absence, and was amazed at how weak I had gotten. I was teasing with the instructor when she asked where I had been. I told her my nose was constipated. She looked at me funny. I continued to explain. The last 2-3 days I was sick, I could breath, but there was a lot of crap stuck in my sinuses that would not come out! I got a quite a chuckle out of that. Of course she went on to kick my butt in the workout, and I went home a tired, sweaty mess with completely clear sinuses.
The other side product of being sick was losing my taste for wine. I tried having a glass Friday night with dinner, and I was not interested in finishing it. So it’s been a couple of weeks of being alcohol free, and I’m thinking I will just keep that status, and see how my physical self responds over time. It would be great to lose some weight.
One of the other great quandaries going on in my head, and on my head is what to do with my hair. Do I go gray? Looking at the now substantial roots of gray, and thinking about having to go through the color, highlight process….do I want to just let the natural gray come out? Do I have the patience to do that? I see more and more beautifully gray-haired women own their silver tresses like champions. It’s very motivating, I can tell you. What I have to decide, is it for me?
I have to do something quick, decision-wise, on the hair. I’m on the road again Friday, and this skunky gray streak down the middle of my head won’t pass muster.
Today I’m grateful for choices. I’m grateful to be feeling better, to be able to work out, and to be back to work.
I found this on Pinterest this morning and had to share.
Sic em! Make it a great week.