Things to Do When it is too Damn Hot to Go Outside!

Sun by Andy Warhol

On the eve of what is forcasted to be a slight break in our heat wave, I'd like to prepare us for the next round of heat. Come on, you know there will be another wave of heat on the way to this godforsakenhell we call KC in August! This should be a fun thing. Here are a few ideas:

• Take naps. I believe in napping. Heat makes me sleepy. Sleeping restores my soul.


• Read books. Read magazines. Read the paper. Just read. Reading entertains, increases your vocabulary, broadens your horizons, helps you to learn! We are never too old to learn!


• Catch up on your favorite television shows or movies. Summer is a great time to catch the reruns or if you have Tivo or DVR or an On Demand Service you have entertainment at your fingertips.


• How about getting together with friends and opening up the game cabinet? Maybe the liquor cabinet while you are at it. Sangria punch is fabulous in the summertime.


• Slow down, relax take life a little easier. Order in, don't cook! Let someone else do the work for you. While you are at it, hire a cleaning service once or twice if you can.


• Spend quality time with the one you love. Close the door and lock it and let nature take its course. Forget Splendor in the Grass. (What an awful thing to think about in August) Just think Splendor, in the A/C... Okay, moving on.


• Shop. Indoors, of course. Enjoy a day at a good old fashioned Mall! Forget destination shopping for a day and head to the Mall, park and go inside. I'm going to try this one soon, sounds like fun and I haven't been to a food court in forever! Maybe I'll see you in line at Panda Express!

Everyone have a great heatwave!

Hot Property! Price Reduced for Quick Sale!!!

I'm wringing my hands, I can't sit still, I'm worried. We slashed the price of our house today, after only two weeks on the market, in hopes of seeing more action from potential buyers. Hero and I, both being the impatient sort of people that we are, can't see waiting thirty days to reduce the price. The object is to get it sold and move on, right? I mean it is, right?



What has me wringing my hands and headed for my anxiety meds is the constant worry that the more we slash the price, the less we have to spend on our next house where we are going. Considering the difference in real estate prices between here and there we need every penny we can squeeze out of this house. I really feel that we have poured our money, blood sweat and tears into our home and in this situation, trying to sell fast because we are relocating, we may end up getting screwed.



Maybe this is just the necessary price to pay in order for us to be in one location together again. Maybe I'm over thinking things, which is entirely possible. Maybe I'm tired and not feeling well and things will seem better tomorrow. Yes, that is it. Things will feel better tomorrow. Our house will sell in a reasonable amount of time, we won't have had to resort to drastic price slashing measures... such as a seventy percent off sale, at which point we will be living in a thirty year old Winnebago somewhere, which I guess has its good points when I really stop and think about it... we can travel at a moments notice, we would never have to worry about selling another home, gives a new meaning to simple living. I guess I'm just having a momentary lapse in positive thinking. It will pass. Encouragement needed. Sorry for all the whining.

Heat Wave Drags on...

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability. ~Sam Keen

Very few plans for the upcoming week so far. Reading a book, keeping an eye on my son after oral surgery (wisdom teeth), possibly a trip down south to visit my family in Alabama for the weekend. Oh, and naps. Definitely naps.

Because Everyone Looks Better With Some Color

Friends it is HOT outside here in KC. We are hovering around 95 degrees, high humidity, you all know how it is... the usual August in the Hometown. Because it is Saturday, I'd just like to encourage you grab a towel and a bottle of water and get out there, find a pool or a lake beach and get a little color! Doesn't everyone look better with a tan? That's what I'm told, anyway. Me with my pasty winter white skin, always having to be a rebel. But y'all go ahead, I'm staying inside. I think I'll have a nap! Enjoy!

Happy Saturday!

A Rant to Welcome the Dog Days of August!

I just know the Hero is going to cringe at me bringing up this topic. I'm smiling sweetly, Markie... just sit tight, it will be over soon enough. A subject of controversy here at our little homestead is a family in the neighborhood, perfectly nice I am sure although, I've never actually SEEN the parents, only the 5 or so children playing in the yard. My problem is this. Well to clarify, it isn't really my problem which is why Hero cringes a little bit. Call me Gladys Kravitz, remember her? Nosey neighbor from Bewitched? I know, I know. Cut me some slack. I'm sick sometimes and am here at the house for long periods of time. I observe things. Geez. Now back off and give me my space. (Love you!) Back to the problem, hot topic, observation, whatever you would like to call it.

The youngest child in this family has been naked whenever they let him out doors for four years. Would I lie to you? No I would not. When he was a baby, it was cute, like awwwe, he must have a little diaper rash and they are letting his touche air out. Weeks and months went by. Summers stretched on. Winter turned into spring and children came out to play again. Guess who came outside naked again? Naked Toddler. That summer he made the occasional appearance in a t-shirt, no pants. I noticed, as I was outside tending to my garden that Naked Toddler enjoyed dampening the sand in his sandbox with a little stream of his own pee. Fun times. I would try to look away as the other kids gathered round the sandbox to build sandcastles. Fast forward a couple of years. Naked baby is oh, about 4 or so now. Still naked. Luckily, the family has let a vast screen of perennials (weeds) grow 6 to eight feet high along the fence line for privacy. The only part of their back yard visible now is the sand box. That red hot bio-hazard sandbox teeming with God knows what kind of flesh eating disgustingness.

Unlike our friend Gladys, I'm staying out of it.. the children all seem healthy and happy and polite. They are home schooled and I'm not into butting into other people's business... just observing it. Don't even tell me you don't do the same.

Is it just me, or does Naked preschooler need to put on some clothes? I fear that some creepy pedophile could be lurking around. Or, another creepy factor, one of these days Naked preschooler will be Naked preteen. I just don't get it.

Okay. Rant over.