This AM was very foggy when we walked. The fisherman apparently don’t mind the fog, there were a gazzillion of trucks and empty boat trailers down by the launch. They must do something like “combat fishing”. With all those boats zooming around in the fog, and almost no visibility to see where you are, how do you keep from ramming another boat?..My luck, I would get lost and end up in Mexican waters..not advisable….
This fog did give me an idea…an idea about cleaning our truck, which hadn’t been washed since we left..YUCK!
Well, after doing my research about what you can and cannot WASH here at Falcon State Park, I was still totally confused. The rules say you can wash your body, wash your dishes and wash off your picnic tablecloth..oh, yes, you AND the birds may drink the water. I asked up at the Rec Hall about washing our truck, and the powers that be who are “in charge” told me , and I quote, “Oh, you can wash your truck, just don’t make a lot of mud around your camper”. AAAAAAAllrighty then…that could be hard to do if you do a thorough and nit picky job, which I like to do..So, …what to do?? Should I take a chance and get out the hose, throwing caution to the wind and my ass on the line?
THERE’S MORE THAN ONE WAY TO
SKIN A CAT WASH A TRUCK!!!!
I ask you,…Do you see a hose anywhere in these photos?..Nope. I just used the foggy moisture running down the GMC and added to it..I know..ingenious!. I could now write a book on how to wash a piggy dirty truck using a bowl of hot water, a chamois, 2 rags, a towel, and lots of sweat equity. (I know, I know, this is yet another of my fabulous ensembles from my collection…Socks and Crocks, now there’s a special look.)
Before…and After….and it only took me 2 hours, 2 wet feet, and one bump on the head from walking into the bedroom slide…(That’s when I put on my Official Steve Erwin Crocodile Hunter cap..A woman cannot accessorize enough!
GOTCHA!! DONNA SCORES 4 BIRD PHOTOS WITH NO WARNING TO THE READERS WHO ARE SICK OF THEM!!
That last one was taken 1/15/09 when we were here and it was flooded..OK,"Birdlady of Blogland"..What the Heck is this????
Tonight I am making a homemade pizza for dinner (with the help of Chef Boyardee)…The dilemma with this plan is that I like to prepare dinner by 4PM, so that I am in my “Happy Hour” apparel and can relax to enjoy a cocktail without donning an apron and slaving over a stove at the last minute..My problem?? If I assemble my 12” pizza ahead of time, it will be a challenge to find room in my refrig to stash it until oven time. Not to worry, I resolved it .. after moving all unnecessary items like butter, milk, eggs, and being careful NOT to disturb my Wine decanter (Sterilite plastic pitcher), I found room for said pizza…
Had to tape a sign on the refrig door saying “OPEN CAREFULLY, SLOWLY!”..If this thing rolls out,we will be having Pizza Casserole! The fact that I had to put a sign on the door with only McGyver and me in the Hiker is self explanatory.
I don’t wanta forget to welcome our new found friends and lurkers/followers, Sharon and Bill, and also another brave new soul who jumped into the truck, Jackie. Sharon is new at blogging and you might want to check her out, she is doing great. Also, for those who have dogs and cats, ya gotta go to Jackie’s blog from today and check out the Dog’s Diary,and the Cat’s Diary..I laughed my butt off at the Cat’s…
OK, now… when all of you get in the truck to leave here on Jan.30th, please save all beer and pop cans for recycling, and try not to embarrass us again by giving obscene hand signals to the truckers as we pass!..10-4.
“Why is it when you want a nice souvenir, you find a great shell in a gift shop, but some yo-yo has affixed a ten-cent thermometer to it?” ~Erma Bombeck