Random Vacation Photo: Weeds

Prickly Pear and Sinagua ruins at Montezuma’s Well
Barrel Cactus at Tuzigoot

My ex-step aunt moved to the Seattle area for a few years. One day, the neighbor found her busily digging up ferns in the vacant lot near their houses. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m going to line the driveway with ferns.”

“But- but those are weeds.”

My aunt burst out laughing. “In Arizona, those are worth a lot of money. Let me show you something.” She led him over to his bay window and pointed to the shelves full of lovingly-cultivated cacti, which he’d spent a small fortune on. “Where I come from, those are weeds.”

All a matter of perspective, innit?

Random Vacation Photo: Trauma Queen

I am, at long last, finally getting the billions of vacation photos sorted through. Better late than never, right? And now I get to spring some of the outtakes upon you, in no particular order.

Here’s my little Trauma Queen, holding on to Mom for dear life at Slide Rock:


You can’t see it in the picture, but she has her front legs clamped as tightly around my neck as she can manage. The combination of kids, dogs and great outdoors were just too much for her.

If only we’d gotten a shot of her poor little face when the following exchange took place:

TWO SMALL GIRLS (spot cat): Look, Mommy! A kitty!

CAT: Ohshitohshitohshit...

TWO SMALL GIRLS: Can we pet the kitty?

CAT: No! No, you cannot pet the kitty!

EVIL CAT OWNER (grabbing cat’s head to prevent maiming): Sure, you girls can pet the kitty.

CAT: Must run aaaawwwwaaaayyyy!!!!!!!! Oh, gods, it’s too late! Goodbye, cruel world!

Her expression must have been utterly priceless. All I could see was one enormous eye looking for the nearest escape route. I swear she was trying to climb through my chest at one point. She was too shit-scared to even attempt a bite.

And to think this shivering bundle of misery is the same little hell spawn who regularly tries to kill all who cross her threshold…

I Need Another Vacation

You day people don’t know how lucky you’ve got it. I’ve still not convinced my body we need to shift back to a night schedule after 17 days of days. For instance, I took my tired self to bed for a nap night before last, and slept in my clothes for 11 hours. Last night, I thought, “I can’t possibly sleep that much again. I’ll just take a wee little nap like the good old days.” When I woke, it was 4:30 in the ay-em. Another night all gone. Argh.

In other words, it’s gonna be a while before things are back to normal. But that’s how you know it was a frickin’ awesome vacation, right?

Now I need another so my poor circadian rhythm can readjust to the idea that we are nocturnal in this household, and so that I can finish up the 101 projects created by two weeks in me old home state. I came back with a rock collection needing housed, pictures needing sorted, art needing framed and hung, memorabilia needing scrapbooked, a metric ton of books needing read (XXOO, Bookmans!), and a cat needing cuddled. Apparently, helping me drive wasn’t enough attention for her:

I’ve also got to readjust to all the green growing stuff up here. Arizona’s got green, but not like this. Driving to work this morning, I felt intimidated by green. The trees and bushes are positively exuberant, and they’re crowding the road. I felt like the class nerd surrounded by a solid wall of menacing school bullies. Everywhere I look, there’s another something green and leafy waiting to pounce. When I found a patch of dry-ish dirt today, I nearly screamed with joy. It’s rather pathetic.

I wonder if our leave of absence policy covers getting reacquainted with foilage?

Vacation Update: Headed Home

This vacation has been roughly 90 bajillion times more chaos than I expected. I haven’t touched a computer in days. I even forgot to call my best friend, which is pretty pathetic considering how many years we’ve been holding a Saturday conversation. It’s kinda hard to remember to call your best friend on Saturday when you don’t know what day it is, though…

You know it’s a good vacation when you don’t know the day of the week, and don’t even bother to look it up.

But all good things must end. I’ll be home tonight, and as long as some bugger hasn’t made off with the household electronics in my absence, I’ll be back to regular posting within the day, albeit at a probably reduced capacity for a bit. I’ve got a megaton of blog reading to catch up on. Not to mention the well over a thousand photos to sort through. But we’ll have posts. The Smack-o-Matic’s coming down off the wall and getting applied to some seriously stupid backsides.

The cantina’s reopening for business, my darlings. Come thirsty.

Oh, and one last thing:

(Aren’t the signs in Tombstone awesome?)

Vacation Update: ZOMG

Yes, my darlings, I’m still alive. Between friends, family, favorite places, and fighting with electronics, I haven’t had time to post. You have my deepest apologies.

We’ll be catching up soon. Believe me when I say I have plenty to show you. But in the meantime, here’s a taste of what’s to come:


Believe it or not, that pale white thing shining in the sky over Wupatki isn’t the moon. The skies were so overcast you could barely see the sun.

Unfortunately, we didn’t get a spectacular sunset, but we got enough of one to make the Lomaki ruins look pretty awesome:


I’ve got Sunset Crater, the Citadel, Tombstone, Montezuma’s Castle, Montezuma’s Well, Tuzigoot, Kartchner Caverns, and gods know what else to show you, because I’ve lost track of the places we’ve seen. Tomorrow’s Meteor Crater and Lowell Observatory by day. If we time this shit right, there might even be a continental collision zone. Between that and all the political dumbfuckery I’ve missed, I won’t be hurting for blog topics for a good long while.

Now if I could only find time to blog…

I love you and I miss you all. I’ll be back to regular posting soon.