My husband and I loved our trip to El Paso. We had an unbelievably good dinner at the famous Cattleman’s Steakhouse and got a behind-the-scenes tour of the airport (where my dad is working on an expansion). We also briefly visited the big corn maze on the New Mexico border, but I didn’t go in because I was hungry and tired and me + my notorious lack of a sense of direction + hunger + fatigue + 15-foot-high cornstalk labyrinth just kinda seemed to have disaster written all over it. We also went to a nice Mass at Queen of Peace parish (whose bell tower you see on the left) and had some of the best Italian food I’ve had in years at Trattoria Bella Sera.
The only down side was that it was hard to adjust to the dry air and elevation (3, 800 ft). My mouth felt like sandpaper the whole time we were there, and I felt short of breath every time I walked around. But we were thrilled to get a mini vacation and hope to be able to go back again soon!
Why didn’t someone tell me that there’s a new version of Fertility, Cycles and Nutrition?! I have an almost religious devotion to that book, which I first discovered after two well-respected doctors told me that I had so many cycle problems that I’d never be able to have children without medical intervention. I credit that book with completely turning around my health on every level and…nevermind — I’m going stop typing so that I can go buy five copies of the new version.
I just can’t get over the fact that our city is having a Hairy Man Festival this weekend.
I know that it’s named after the vaguely-defined local legend of a mysterious (and evidently hairy) man who once roamed this area, but how do you tell people who may not be familiar with the lore about this event? I mean, what if you run into some friend from a different part of town who’s in the Junior League and she’s all like, “I’m working hard on putting together the Fall Black-Tie Ladies’ High Tea. What are you up to?” and you have to be all like, “I’m working on the Hairy Man Festival”?
My husband says I have no sense of humor. “It’s supposed to be funny!” he says of the Hairy Man Festival, waiting for me to break out into “oh-NOW-I-get-it!” laughter at any moment. But, nay, I remain stone-faced as I point out that I still don’t understand.
I think the problem is that the risk/reward ratio is just too high for me. On the reward side, your friends might react to hearing that you’re organizing the Hairy Man Festival by recognizing that the name is a reference to the local legend and chuckling at the funny sound of it. On the risk side, they might not be familiar with the story and THINK YOU’RE SO INTENSELY INTERESTED IN HIRSUTE MEN THAT YOU’RE ORGANIZING AN EVENT AROUND IT. For me, not worth it.
I think that interest in this legend has persisted mainly because we have a local road named after it. I know, you’re wondering how we named a road for the legend without calling it something crazy like Hairy Man Road. We didn’t. It’s just Hairy Man Road. One wonders if the person behind that decision had any interest at all in developing the local economy, considering the large number of businesses that simply could not be located on a street called Hairy Man. Charm schools, wedding venues and upscale spas could never tell their clientele to find them at 1426 Hairy Man Rd. I can’t decide if electrolysis studios would be in or out. And what must that do for property values? No developer would ever build million-dollar properties on a street whose name would make people snicker like seventh-graders every time they heard it.
Oooooh, no. I see this turning into a Trucknutz-esque situation where I get fixated on some bizarro subject and spend all afternoon doing nothing but waxing philosophical about it, filling Quick Takes with my commentary and then calling my friends to subject them to further witticisms that I didn’t have room for on the blog. How about some vacation pictures?
I am having to resist the urge to camp out on my front porch and attack our mail lady every time she comes by, shaking her by the collar as I ask rabidly, “IS THERE A PACKAGE FOR ME?!?!?!” This is because I ordered The Messies Manual: A Complete Guide to Bringing Order & Beauty to Your Home after Smoochagator left this comment:
I am an ex-slob and I LOOOOOOVE having a tidy and organized home now…I credit one book for my “conversion” — The Messies Manual by Sandra Felton. I’ve read many books and articles about organization, but Felton’s book changed my life because it changed my entire attitude and approach to housekeeping. I highly recommend it to any other “messies” out there who are desperate to transform their homes (and their lives)!
Done and done. I am now convinced that I am only a slob because I haven’t read this book and that after reading it I’m instantly going to become exactly like Kristen of Small Treasures. I’ll let you know how it goes.
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