As summer quickly approaches, out come the creepy crawlers that lurk in the darkness of the Amityville house. Granted, we expected this to happen.
Our washer & dryer are both down in the basement (which is unfinished) so I have to make regular trips down there to do laundry. I always make J-Bird go with me because its dark (duh) & it smells funny. And, it’s potentially haunted.
3 nights ago, however, we figured out exactly what was haunting our basement. The camel cricket. An evil, spider looking creeper that lurks in the dark waiting to pounce on your pants leg at any given moment. Terrifying. I’d have rather it been a ghost.
Thing is, there’s not just one or two (um…we never get that lucky, guys) there’s like a hundred down there. It’s yet another infestation. Go figure. They’re huge. Well some of them. I also noticed these tiny little black dots & when I got really close in to the floor I realized they were baby camel crickets. I ran straight up the freaking stairs & out the front door screaming. No wonder none of my neighbors ever ask us for sugar.
Anyway, I have no clue what we’re doing about the camel crickets. Suggestions appreciated. Also, photo is courtesy of J-Bird. You guys know I sure as hell didn’t get that close to those nasty suckers.
Not of the burritos, that is. Sorry. Nonetheless I’d consider yesterday a success. I like burritos & I like photography.
Our resident garden that’s only like 3 blocks from the house is in full bloom & is absolutely beautiful. I could just go out there & spend an entire day I love it so much. I spent yesterday morning down there wondering around looking lost with burrito breath.
Here’s some of what I got:
I have a busy weekend planned of visiting a couple friends a few towns over & perhaps meeting up with my Mom for a visit, so I’ll see you guys on Monday. Happy weekending.
Over the past week or so, J-Bird & I have started looking for a place to move to since a lot of college students are moving out of their apartments this time of year. Also, around this time of year, a lot of apartment complexes in this area are running specials since students don’t usually stay over the summer so they need to fill up with other people. We’re wanting to move out of the Amityville house because of how many problems we’ve had & we hate our roommate.
Anyway, J-Bird doesn’t know it yet because he’s at work today, but we’re going to see an apartment this evening. I’m super excited about this particular place, but the original reason I chose it was because it was apartment 303.
Yea. Like after my favorite band. Because apparently, I think that’s a totally legit way to pick a place to call home.
I always tease J-Bird about being overly feminine. He is in some ways, but in many others, he’s not (he loves his wood-working & power tools). This post, however, is going to highlight one of the many reasons why I tease him…& I hope he doesn’t put me on the couch tonight for that. That couch is mighty uncomfy. Like, I think it’s just pure wood without any cushion.
J-Bird & I decided “together” that we needed a sewing machine. Thing is, I’ve never used one before (though I can sew, just simple things), J-Bird said we would benefit from it. We could enhance our artwork & mend our clothes (we’re poor). A few weeks ago, we found a fairly nice Singer on sale & I agreed that we should make the purchase.
Before J-Bird left for work on Monday, he told me that it would be arriving, but not to open it before he got home. He’s the one that knows how to use it, after all. After spending Monday with my mom, I got back to the house & there it was, the sewing machine, all packaged up & sitting on the porch. Then I waited. And waited.
When J-Bird finally made it home from work, he tore into the box & immediately wanted to start sewing. All I could to was start pointing to stuff & ask What’s this do? How ’bout this one? I was surprised at how clueless I was. I thought as a woman I would have some sort of natural instinct as to how to use a sewing machine, right? Wrong.
I watched as J-bird put thread on the bobbin thingie, all the while carefully explaining & re-explaining how to do each step. I was impressed. He actually let me sew a few stitches on a scrap piece of fabric, but as of right now I can’t use the machine unsupervised.