This one time...

So, Happy P Day! I know, its a day late, but I've been busy :)

The boys went out of town this weekend and left us unsupervised!

Plan A:
get a pedicure
go to lunch
maybe a movie



Things were going as planed.
pedicures a
ate huge amounts of Mexican food a

Then.. I got a phone call.

The gas tank for my bike was finally ready, just a small detour on the way to the movies, that's ok.



Back to plan A, we headed to a casino and even agreed on a movie.. mmm Matthew McConaughey that wasn't hard (hard.. tee hee).

Then a different M word appeared.. mmmMartini. Sweet, the casino has a martini bar right next to the movie theater.. good call!









He's no Mathew,



but he sure can shake a drink.




My partners in crime.. :) 56


As we sat sipping our fruity, high powered drinks, we started to come to a realization.. there was no one at home waiting for us.. no one waiting for dinner, no one wondering where we were..

That is when plan B started.

We ditched the movie and decided to do a little gambling. Since none of us really gamble, and we had never actually entered a BINGO hall, it made sence at the time.. don't judge me!



No wonder I didn't win.. I was at seat 13!



It was more fun than you would think. The games moved along pretty quick!
OOOO 69!! woo hooo

We started to run out of ideas, but we were definately ready to get out of the casino. While we stood outside my car, letting the paint fumes from my mc gas tank out, opps, we decided that the night had gotten a little too chilly to continue the fun in flip flops and no jackets.

We split up to go feed dogs and get warm clothes, and to try and come up with more ideas.

It seems weird that living in such a big city, where everything is open 24 hours, we would have problems coming up with things to do, but we were in "just go with it mode" and that's not as normal for any of us as it used to be :(

Then it hit me.. we needed desert :)
So we picked up reinforcements and headed to Boulder City.




Reinforcements 5

Luckily, our reinforcement drinks red wine, cause the pics of the white were not very pretty.

I was a good designated driver and had some coffee..


Notice, there is no evidence of the before mentioned desert.. ;) It didn't last long enough. hahaha

Someone noticed a flier with a balot sitting on the table.

Aparently, there is a sculpture contest going on.

We couldn't pass up the culture, so we went for a brisk mid-night walk. I luv Boulder City!

No, we don't know what happened to the blue guys hands?.. Why do you ask?

We started to feel the absence of the men folk.. ;)

Did I mention that we started to feel the absence of the guys? hahaha

We all voted..

and then got kicked out so our waitress could go home.

On the way back in to Vegas, we decided to stop by at a couple friends' houses..

We didn't hang out long.. since the home owners appeared to be in bed and we didn't want to get shot!

As we mossied our way down Boulder Hwy, this sign caught my eye..

Bein' that I was the only one in the car that had ever been in this particular country bar, and one of my passengers had to use the restroom, I had a brilliant idea!



It was deffinately cow girl time!!!

I can't get the videos to load :(!! I will try again later.

But trust me, they are fine bull riders :D

After the country bar, we went for breakfast and called it a night.. morning.. well, what ever. We went home.

Somehow, I still found time this weekend to hand dye my first skein of yarn!

I hope it still looks tie dyed when I knit it up!

Late

Where is everybody?

So, I was begining to feel bad that I only write in my blog about once a week. Then I added a few blogs to my list of "blogs I read". I found that THE yarn harlot just happens to post very often. No reason I should try to keep up :D
Late

There's always room for J-E-L-L-O

So, if you left cc early last night, {and alot of you did} you missed out!!!

I'm just going to give you a little taste of the conversation...

"How much Jello did it take to fill the bath tub?"
"Alot.. but you use the big boxes."

hahhhahaha You had to be there! But for all of you out there wondering, I took a few min. this morning to figure it out!

A big box of Jello {which is definately suggested} makes 4 cups.
1 gallon = 16 cups, so 1 gallon of Jello would take 4 big boxes.
A standard size tub {found at homedepot.com} is 42 gallons.

That means it takes 168 big boxes of Jello to fill a standard sized tub! :D


That's alota Jello!

And you thought you'd never use what you learned in math class!
{Incase you were wondering.. no, it wasn't me, and orange.}

I maybe might get the gas tank for my motorcycle back from the painter tonight! I'm not holding my breath or anything, but it would be really nice! Then the hubby and I need to make a couple adjustments and change the oil and I'll be on the road again. It has been in the 70's here for about a week, and its killin' me to not have my bike, especially since I missed all the nice weather last year!! :(

Speaking of the hubby, he bought a jeep this weekend!! It's pretty cool, and he is VERY happy.



Late

Death Valley Juction Opera House aka: the Amazing Marta Becket

So, my hubby took me out of town for an early birthday trip last weekend and it was amazing!
He didn't take me somewhere new or fancy, in fact we have stopped through this place many times before, but none of the previous visits ever came close to this one.

Out on a lonesome stretch of CA127 right where CA190 turns off to Death Valley National Park, there is a ghost town square. The many pictures and newspaper clippings hanging on the walls of the Furnace Creek Inn tell the history of Death Valley Junction and its most famous resident.
(I started to tell the story, but the link tells it just fine :)

The town's history, as it pertains to my visit, started in 1967, the year Marta Becket and her husband got a flat tire while taking time out of her cross country tour to do her taxes in Death Valley. It's a very interesting story, but until you hear it as told my Marta Becket, you just don't get it.

I'll make it easy for you, here is her schedule. :)

That's Sat. evenings from Nov.3rd thru mid May.

There were more people lined up to see her show that night than I had ever seen in town in all my visits combined.

It was a cold night in the desert, but the wood burning stove that stands along the wall between the stage and the audience was doing a fine job keeping the theater warm and inviting.



We actually had to scoot back a couple rows and take our jackets off.

The theater is small; there isn't a bad seat in the house.

The light fixtures near the ceiling were outdoor fixtures with coffee can and crystal shades.

They are a perfect metaphor for of what Marta Becket has done for this little town. She hasn't tried to turn it into New York City; she's embraced this tiny deserted desert town and added her creative artistic flare to everything around her.

From the ceiling,

to her stage,







(complete with other performers waiting in the wings)





tributes to the past,





and an audience that tells not only the history of theater in general, but also pieces of the history of this theater and Death Valley Junction.













After giving us plenty of time to explore and take pictures, the lights went down, and there she was.



She started with the story of her days as a chorus girl in New York City, and her decision to take her one women show on tour.
Then how she found Death Valley Junction and the Pacific Coast Borax Mining Company meeting hall that is now her Opera House.
The lights come up and she explains the mural on the walls, the characters she has immortalized, their significance to her or the theater, then... she tells the stories of her ballets.
The different shows that she wrote in such a way that she, and later her partner, could perform alone, without a troupe or cast. And she sings, beautiful songs that suck you right into the story, showing how she created multiple characters with just subtle costume changes. She is a very moving story teller.

The shows tell of her life, and as they progress you can see that not only did she become a part of Death Valley Junction, but it became so much a part of her.

Then the show is over, she comes and sits on the edge of the stage and signs autographs.



Her ballet slippers may be replaced with more sensible shoes, but a warm smooth grace still emanates from her.

I was moved to tears just sharing a few words with her, and those of you that know me know how very out of character that is.



I'm going to end this post differently than all the rest.. you'll have to see her show to really understand it.. and I hope that you do.







oh boy