West Virginia State Fair

Went to the West Virginia State Fair last night with the von Erck family.
Rode the really high, really spinny swings (after fair food: cheeseburger, roasted corn and FUNNEL CAKE).
The guy in front of us fell out of the swing as it took flight.
15 foot fall.
The ride guys barely batted an eye.
I thought: DEATH!
Then, as we spun round and round over the bright lights of the fair, I smelled it.
Weed.
The 50+ year old couple 5 swings ahead of Hubs and I were smoking a joint.
Super cool, super old people.

Talk amongst yourselves.


And, no, of course I didn't take any pictures, because I'm the worst. EVER.
But, I did pet lots and lots of goats and sheep and swooned over the fluffy bunnies.

Blog Crisis

I swear I will be back. The blog just needs a makeover. I don't fit it anymore. Give me a weekend?

THANKS!!!!!

Shorty

Wall of windows opposite the wall from yesterday's teaser--with the Panther snoozing on the ottoman for good measure.

I promise to take better quality pictures this weekend. But on second thought, my parents will be here, so I promise to take pictures of all of our adventures.

So, what does a Tuesday morning look like for the director of a museum?

8:50am - Arrive at the museum.
8:51am - Turn off the alarm and turn on the lights.
8:53am - Turn on the copier.
8:54 - 8:59am - Turn on the Gift Shop computer; check emails; answer emails; forward emails to Archives; retrieve orders from online gift shop.
9:00am - Ascend the stairs and enter office; turning on lights along the way.
9:05 - 9:30am - Organize desk in preparation for journalist coming to interview at 10am, so that it does not look like a bomb just went off and you have no idea what you're doing.
9:32am - Discuss plans for Christmas Exhibit with committee member and part-time staff; write memorial for 91 year old volunteer who just passed away to go in newsletter.
9:58am - Journalist arrives.
10:00-11:00am - Interview.
11:05 - 12:00am - Inform archivist of Christmas exhibits and ask for research help; stump him and fellow volunteers; discuss idea of exhibit and possible places/things/books to research; go back and forth for 30 mintues.
12:00am - 1:00am - Eat leftover hot dog while designing invitation for the Ice Cream Social on August 29th.
1:05am - Take a deep breath and trek it back up the hill to museum; try to pick up random tourists along the way.

That's all folks.

Teaser

Inside wall of the living room. I know this is crappy quality, but its a teaser.

I'm home for lunch and decided that since I was officially baaaack, I would post this quick pic.

Oh dear reader, I just can't even express how completely mind-boggled I am by everything that has happened.

How do you just leave everything, friends, family, place of reference, behind for a 6-hour-drive destination that you are now supposed to call home?
How does that happen?
Are there 12 step programs for that sort of thing?
Is Step 1 "Move on and accept what you have become"?
Hmm..
Not to mention that this 6-hour-drive destination is now my place of SALARY.
I think this is called the Real World.
I just wish it came with a manual.
Like, turn right here and you will magically know everything there ever was to know about running a museum.
Turn left and DIE.

Are you sure you're ready for my return?
I promise to be happy and uplifting and eternally shining in my next post.
Till then.

Alive?

Yes, Hubs and I are alive and doing well. Things are freaking nuts. I was not prepared for all of the things that have happened during this past month.

Ahem. I am the executive director of a museum/historical society.

Does that freak anyone else out?!?!

Please, have patience with me. Give me another week to settle into this new life as Hubs settles into medical school (his orientation is tomorrow; first day of class is Friday).

I have so many things to fill you all in on and to show you!!!

I am slowly but surely getting a grip, but am ready to return.

I miss all of you. I have no idea what is happening in your lives. Sorry for being absent! I am tuning in again beginning tonight.

I think this has been a nice and appropriate break from the blog world, but I'm baaaack!

Here is an early or late or right on time good morning from the Jackson household:

See, still alive even after the torrential downpours/bar hopping of last night. Fun times.