Wednesday, July 5, 2006

presents & locations

Saturday morning I opened the mailbox to find one lonely piece of mail—a rare sight around here, as our mailbox is usually filled with things like bills and catalogs. This was no ordinary piece of mail however, it was one that caught my eye instantly and filled my heart with glee. It was my very first gift from another blogger. And not just any blogger, but the one and only Mad Ethel.

Look how glorious and squishy it is. See up there in the left corner? That's where Mad E. put her real name and address. Over there in the center—that's me. See how it says "Pixie"? I know it's poor quality, but doesn't Mad Ethel have nice penmanship?

What's inside you ask? Black Gold. 100% Organic Arabica Coffee Extract. Java Juice. (That's it. No note or further insight into Mad E.'s persona). I love it. Can't wait to use it.

You know you want one now too. Thanks Mad Ethel!



In other news, last night we saw an awesome fireworks display. We live right next to a small ball park—literally you walk out the door, across our residential street and you are in the park. This is our first summer here and apparantly every year our neighbors put on a superb show right in the park. Maybe 300 feet away. People were lining up along the streets (with bbq's in tow) starting around 7 o'clock. The fireworks started at 9:30 and went untill 11:00. There were tons of them. It was great. A couple of cocktails and a free show from the pleasure of our own backyard. No traffic to deal with afterwards, just a few steps back into the house. I love it here.



My renter is only here with us for a few more hours, so be sure to give him one last click and a wave goodbye. Thanks for hanging around for the week Utenzi—you were a great tenant.

10 comments:

Holly {ArtistMotherTeacher} said...

Umm...no. Remember, she has my address too. That's just asking for trouble.

And you should be jealous. They were awesome. I even got to sternly tell some guy who pulled into our driveway for what appeared to be some shady business with another gent that, "This is private property". Hehehe...I'm so cool. Get out of my driveway fucker.

Mad Ethel said...

Actually, my dear, I threw away your address as promised. Maybe Mykes the stalker instead of Jacob. hmmm.

I'm so happy you got it in one peice! And if I had been using my brain I would have remembered to tell you how to use it. Just add 12 to 16 oz of hot water and then sugar or milk to taste. I like mine strong so I only add 12 oz. Hope you like it!

Holly {ArtistMotherTeacher} said...

Mad E—You better watch out for that Mike. He's trouble. No brains needed—the directions are on the back of the package. Thanks again!

Sarantium said...

Hey there, I came across your blog on blog explosion. This may seem way out of line but I am desperate. I was wondering if you could mail me some dum dum pops. I live way up in canada and I can't get them here. I have checked the internet and no one who sells them will ship up here. I could send you some real maple syrup or a cool coffee mug to drink your black gold in.....

Holly {ArtistMotherTeacher} said...

sarantium—I'm going to have to say "No" to that request. I'm not really one to do that sort of thing. I've known Mad E. for awhile here in the blogspere and was apprehensive about disclosing info to her. Good luck with that. Can't you get them sent to you through thier website?

Mad Ethel said...

Since firing off explosives and such is illegal in our neighborhood, we came up with the bright (read: drunk) idea that we could sneak into the cow pasture behind my house and do it there. It turned out to be pretty entertaining and we didn't get arrested. Yay for us!

Anonymous said...

A great tenant? They make those?

Beebers said...

wait, i thought ethel was joking about all that. damn, i totally missed out!


glad you enjoyed the fireworks - i missed them this year. which apparently was the best year EVER. of course it was.

Anonymous said...

Oh. My. God. I am so excited to get my java juice now!

Lynda said...

My husband couldn't test it out because I forgot to email Ethel. Oh, well. What he doesn't know won't kill him.