I got a crab

So, we live in South Florida. It's like a jungle down here! Big huge green lizards, big blue iguana like lizards, curly tailed lizards, and land crabs too!

We live about a quarter mile from the canals, yet there it was, a crab in our backyard.

We were hanging out in the lanai (not a Florida room according to wikipedia: sunroom) when we heard a scratching against the wall.  I was scared it was a rat or something.

But I looked out, and lo and behold, it was not a rat!

So, I wasn't sure what to do.  The crab with the huge claw couldn't just hang out in the backyard.  If Rudy would see it, he would surely go up to it and probably get a claw in the nose...

So, I decided to put it in the big stock pot and just put it outside the fence somewhere away from our backyard.  I got the pot and a spatula to wrangle it in.  Then I put on my rain boots, because I didn't want to get pinced.

So I walked out to get the crabby crabberson, and it was gone!  I looked around the backyard and I couldn't see it.  So, I just hoped one of us didn't stumble into it later....

Crazy Friday Night!

I'm sitting here writing blogs.  The FP is watching a pretty uninteresting college football game.  The Fuzz is snoozing on one of the wing chairs (I think that's what they are) and Stinky is eating.  Woohoo.  Party party party party

We don't have jobs yet.  We can't go out to a new bar every night.  We did go to one last night, had a beer and dinner.  It's called Boston Johnny's.  It's a dive bar on this road nearby called Dixie Highway.  You know you're in the south when the highway is not called Yankee Highway.  So, it was Thursday night, it was pool league night at the bar.  Lots of old people.  Some tough looking women our age or younger.  

First we tried to go to the bowling alley down the street.  It has a big lounge, the bowling alley, and a diner all in one.  It was pretty damn busy.  We walked into the lounge, and it was a bunch of old people, some doing karaoke.  The FP seemed like he was going to order a drink, but I kinda was like, let's check out the bowling alley.  It was packed.  I don't know if it was league night or if it's always like that.  Lots of... bowling alley types.  Interesting.  But there wasn't anywhere to hang.  So, then we went to check out the diner.  No one was in there.  Chalkboard specials didn't seem too special, so we walked out.  And then we drove down the street to Boston Johnny's.

So, we got Spaten Oktoberfest drafts.  It was really good.  Fresh tasting and good beer.  The bartender asked us how we liked it.  She told us she used to have like a German beer garden bar down the street, and would have Oktoberfest with different beers.  The Spaten was her favorite.  

We ordered food, which was delicious.  I won't talk about it too much since I will in The Pork Porn Pages.  

We saw a guy in full gameday Steelers gear storm into the bar.  Of course we had to comment to each other about it.  But then a minute later, the guy stormed out.  Hmm.

The FP went outside to call a friend.  While he was outside, I got to here the story of the missing bartender.  So, one of the reasons we went to this particular bar was because they advertised having a tiki bar out back.  When I went to check it out, it was empty and dark.  So, later on, the bartender was telling a girl next to me how the back bartender or the waitress maybe was gone.  An hour and a half before, this girl had asked the bartender (owner?) for the office key.  The bartender asked why.  The girl said to leave a note for the bookkeeper.  The bartender said fine, but don't take your pay out cash, because you get paid tomorrow.  So, half an hour after this, she hasn't seen the girl.  The girl's boyfriend, who turned out to be the Steelers fan, comes in and asks where she is.  The bartender said, she's in the back.  The boyfriend said, no one is back there, and stormed out.  The bartender was busy, so she didn't go to check for a little while.  Later, when she needed to go in the back for a bottle of liquor, she saw that the girl was indeed gone.  Some patrons had seen her leave.  The POS register from the back was gone, and the key to the cabinet where the back TV was stored was with the office key, which the girl had.  So, this girl seems to have made off with the POS register and maybe the TV. We left at that time, so I didn't get to find out what happened.  Interesting place though.

So, we're taking it easy tonight.  The most exciting part of the evening was searching the apartment for the one wine opener in the apartment.  We couldn't find it anywhere.  Until I started hammering a screwdriver into the cork.  I almost had opened the bottle, when the FP found the corkscrew.  In the drawer where it was supposed to be, under something.  And the wine isn't really that good.  But it's cheap.

Nightmare Hair

11/23/11

Let’s take one blog to get away from the feelings of guilt, self loathing, second and third guessing, and miserableness at aparently inflicting Broward County on the FP when he clearly has no desire to be here and the only reason he agreed to moving was hoping that I would just give in easily to moving to the more expensive Dade County... which I will probably end up doing even though we’ll be in this place that is just a little too small to have more than one guest, but we’ll have to make it work because it’s not like we’ll be able to sell for a profit any time soon.

So, since before we left San Diego, I had been saying how I needed to get hair detangler.  My hair has been a big brillo pad.  I had been busy doing other moving related things in SD, so I never got the chance.  When we were in New Orleans, I mentioned again how I needed to go to a beauty supply place to get detangler, but we were there for such a limited time and tried to cram as much as we could in that time, that I never had time to go to the beauty supply place.

I mentioned it again when we got here, but we’ve been doing stuff.  It seems like too much effort to leave and go out just in search of detangler.  So, today, when we were in Whole Foods siphoning free internets, I went into the Ulta Beauty Supply place next door when we left.  There were aisles and aisles of brands of hair care.  It took so long, and I was down to one of the last few aisles before I found the first product that said it was a detangler.  There had been one for “unmanageable hair”  but my mop is way beyond unmanageable - it’s like calling Sandusky (Penn State underprivileged boy rapist)  unmanageable.  

So, anyway, we went to the beach this afternoon for a run - well, jog in my case.  So after the 1 hour drive home, we took showers.  I took my shower, then I started to comb my hair.  Ok, I tried to run a comb in my hair, but I couldn’t.  So I whipped out the detangler.  And I shook and sprayed and combed.  It took me a while to realize I had to try to separate by hands the really big tangles before trying to comb them out.  The hair was falling out like I had alopecia.  Small bits, big clumps, long strands.  An hour and a half.  I had to cut out 2 gnarlballs.  I struggled and tried not to, but there was no choice.  The hair on the back of my head was one huge dread.  I told the FP, and he said, “Just dread it all?”  But, I painstakingly raked it with a comb little by little.  The FP had been waiting and waiting, and three or four beers later, I had it under control just enough that I could leave it.  Even though we sat at dinner, and I obsessed about how I wished I had a brush with me.  Although, that would be uncouth, right, to brush one’s hair at dinner?  Anyway, I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and brush my hair outside - as my sis had showed me was better for cleanup.  I also need a new brush.