Gosh, I feel bad for our new band teacher. Yet another true story from my school, and yes, it’s got it's roots in the band department.
A student’s regular classroom teacher noticed him using an awful lot of chapstick. I mean according to his teacher, this boy was smacking his lips, slathering it on, puckering-up—the whole nine yards. Another student also noticed and exclaimed that what the boy was doing was disgusting (he knew what the tube really was).
It seems that this student came across a tube of cork grease left in his instrament case. I personally didn’t know what cork grease was, but as I was told name says it all. It’s definitely grease. It comes in a tube similar to chapstick and is used to keep the cork joints supple on many wind instruments.
When the teacher figured it out, she promptly asked for the tube back to return to the band teacher.
ICK!! That’s straight up grease! My lips have never been that chapped! Not only is that stuff not for ingestion, but imagine the factor that the child just found a random tube of chapstick and was using it. EW!
The band teacher is getting much less grossed out by things after the roach incident. Her response?
“Well, it’s probably not that toxic.”
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Ding Dong the witch is dead...
Yeah for me! Jury duty is over!! :) (Can you tell I’m ecstatic?)
Now that the trial is over and technically a matter of public record…although I have no idea how to find the trial (I tried) I can now spill the beans!
So here’s the skippy:
This guy, Bob, was suing this company because he fell from a ladder. Simple enough, but the darn thing dragged out for a week and a half!!! One reason that the trial took so long is that the plaintiff’s attorney was annoying beyond all reason!! He was so completely random! He asked the same questions over and over… to the point where the judge was voicing the objection of “asked and answered”. Hell, I was getting ready to object!
Even the plantiff’s lawyer’s closing arguments were random. For example: “The Houston Astros want to close the dome on their stadium, and if we look at how Bob was treated by MTI construction... (HUH?). He also proceded to remind the jury that this was a real case and “nothing like Law and Order on tv”. (Get out! I thought you were Jerry Orbach!)
The case (based on the evidence presented) was pretty cut and dry. Bob was a laborer. He was on a ladder cutting support beams with a blow torch from a wall that was to be demolished later on the construction site where he was working. He was on the ladder. He reached out (having no spotter, the ladder not tied off) to the left to cut and was only having one hand on the ladder. I’m no safety expert, but this wasn’t the smartest thing to do, because poor Bob fell.
I have to make this very clear. I feel very sorry for Bob. The injuries sustained were awful. I can’t imagine falling approximately 22 feet from a ladder on to concrete. I’m happy to say he’s alive and doing well.
Here’s more to the story. MTI is the defendant. They were a general contractor. Bob worked for a sub contractor, Bestway. Bestway is Bob’s brother’s company. Bob claimed that he had no training and no ladder safety classes and MTI had an unsafe job site. With this claim we (the jury) felt that MTI, might have a small amount of blame for not correcting Bob. But not more than 50% blame. We felt that Bob should have sued his brother’s company and not MTI. We also felt that Bob had some blame. The magic number in the law is 50%. If one party is more than 50% at fault then they are liable. We felt that MTI was not close to 50% at fault.
How much was Bob suing for? 2.5 million. That’s insane! The lawyer tried to make it look like that was a low-ball number! The lawyer thought Bob should get 3.75 million!
While we feel sorry for Bob he isn’t going to get that money from MTI construction.
The next part of my story made all of us jurors laugh. Bob’s wife also had a claim. She was also suing MTI construction for the “Loss of Companionship and Loss of Sexual Contact” between her and her husband.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! She’s suing because she isn’t getting any?!?!
All of us on the jury panel laughed at that one! How can you sue for that? Give me a break. One juror speculated that the two were even divorced. No wedding rings. No affectionate contact. Nothing.
Can you imagine suing for lack of sexual contact? If we awarded that claim, what next? Suing because the sex is bad? Our courts are already backed up as it is! Can you picture going to court and suing someone because the sex was bad? There are so many questions!?! How do you prove they were bad? How do you prove you faked the orgasm? How much money should be awarded? If this is the case, I bet we all can think of a person or two who owes us money!
Well, that was my week. What do I have to show for it? A semi-entertaining blog, 7 checks for a whopping $17.20 each and a certificate generated by the county that is like a “get out of jury duty free” card for the next year.
Hooray for the legal system!
Now that the trial is over and technically a matter of public record…although I have no idea how to find the trial (I tried) I can now spill the beans!
So here’s the skippy:
This guy, Bob, was suing this company because he fell from a ladder. Simple enough, but the darn thing dragged out for a week and a half!!! One reason that the trial took so long is that the plaintiff’s attorney was annoying beyond all reason!! He was so completely random! He asked the same questions over and over… to the point where the judge was voicing the objection of “asked and answered”. Hell, I was getting ready to object!
Even the plantiff’s lawyer’s closing arguments were random. For example: “The Houston Astros want to close the dome on their stadium, and if we look at how Bob was treated by MTI construction... (HUH?). He also proceded to remind the jury that this was a real case and “nothing like Law and Order on tv”. (Get out! I thought you were Jerry Orbach!)
The case (based on the evidence presented) was pretty cut and dry. Bob was a laborer. He was on a ladder cutting support beams with a blow torch from a wall that was to be demolished later on the construction site where he was working. He was on the ladder. He reached out (having no spotter, the ladder not tied off) to the left to cut and was only having one hand on the ladder. I’m no safety expert, but this wasn’t the smartest thing to do, because poor Bob fell.
I have to make this very clear. I feel very sorry for Bob. The injuries sustained were awful. I can’t imagine falling approximately 22 feet from a ladder on to concrete. I’m happy to say he’s alive and doing well.
Here’s more to the story. MTI is the defendant. They were a general contractor. Bob worked for a sub contractor, Bestway. Bestway is Bob’s brother’s company. Bob claimed that he had no training and no ladder safety classes and MTI had an unsafe job site. With this claim we (the jury) felt that MTI, might have a small amount of blame for not correcting Bob. But not more than 50% blame. We felt that Bob should have sued his brother’s company and not MTI. We also felt that Bob had some blame. The magic number in the law is 50%. If one party is more than 50% at fault then they are liable. We felt that MTI was not close to 50% at fault.
How much was Bob suing for? 2.5 million. That’s insane! The lawyer tried to make it look like that was a low-ball number! The lawyer thought Bob should get 3.75 million!
While we feel sorry for Bob he isn’t going to get that money from MTI construction.
The next part of my story made all of us jurors laugh. Bob’s wife also had a claim. She was also suing MTI construction for the “Loss of Companionship and Loss of Sexual Contact” between her and her husband.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! She’s suing because she isn’t getting any?!?!
All of us on the jury panel laughed at that one! How can you sue for that? Give me a break. One juror speculated that the two were even divorced. No wedding rings. No affectionate contact. Nothing.
Can you imagine suing for lack of sexual contact? If we awarded that claim, what next? Suing because the sex is bad? Our courts are already backed up as it is! Can you picture going to court and suing someone because the sex was bad? There are so many questions!?! How do you prove they were bad? How do you prove you faked the orgasm? How much money should be awarded? If this is the case, I bet we all can think of a person or two who owes us money!
Well, that was my week. What do I have to show for it? A semi-entertaining blog, 7 checks for a whopping $17.20 each and a certificate generated by the county that is like a “get out of jury duty free” card for the next year.
Hooray for the legal system!
Monday, October 24, 2005
My Hero!
I am using this post to honor a friend of mine.
Barbara Meinecke, you're my hero!
Barb rocks and this is why: Barb is in her third year in Med School and over the weekend completed the Detroit Marathon. Her time was 4:54:37. I don't know what that means in the running world, but I don't care. It's awesome that she fininshed a marathon. That's 26.2 miles. I just can't imagine. I ass out on the tredmill after only a few miles. I maybe run 26 miles in a week. Hell in real life if something is that far away, I'll just drive.
So for that reason, Barb--you rock!! Love ya girl, I'm proud of you!!
p.s. Tomorrow is Day 7 on the jury...
Barbara Meinecke, you're my hero!
Barb rocks and this is why: Barb is in her third year in Med School and over the weekend completed the Detroit Marathon. Her time was 4:54:37. I don't know what that means in the running world, but I don't care. It's awesome that she fininshed a marathon. That's 26.2 miles. I just can't imagine. I ass out on the tredmill after only a few miles. I maybe run 26 miles in a week. Hell in real life if something is that far away, I'll just drive.
So for that reason, Barb--you rock!! Love ya girl, I'm proud of you!!
p.s. Tomorrow is Day 7 on the jury...
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Purgatory in Chicago
Well, I hate to give excuses for not blogging, but I’ve had the joy of providing a civil service to the county. That’s right—Jury Duty. Not only did I have to show up for the obligatory day in purgatory (i.e. the jury room in the Daley Center) but I was also chosen to sit on an actual jury. I know, you all wish you were me.
Since I can’t really talk about the case until the conclusion of the trial, I will share some experiences that do not pertain to the case.
First of all, upon receiving your jury summons (and you finish swearing about it), you inform your employer. In my case it was the secretary in my school, who laughed at me.
Here’s a synopsis of my first day as a juror. (And by the way, this was Monday…it’s Thursday and the trial continues on…Me bitter? Nooo!)
Once you travel downtown (which in my case is by the el—thank God I don’t have to pay for parking!), you are herded into the jury selection room with a couple hundred other poor saps who also got the summons.
8:30-- the appointed time, they are slowly checking people in to the room.
8:45 am--a man who works there reiterates the instructions to keep your Juror sticker on and stay on your side of the room and wait for your panel to be called. (Duh!)
8:50am--A video is shown on what to expect while you are here serving. (Our tax dollars at work ladies and gentlemen!)
8:55—Man down the table starts hitting on another potential juror. (FYI—video is still rolling)
9:10—Video is over.
9:35—I happen to be on the first panel called, so I get to leave.
I’m taken to a court room for jury selection. My panel is questioned and four are selected…and three (including me) are asked to return after lunch. Apparently, I’m a back-up choice. The second panel that was called with me goes through the same line of questions. More jurors are chosen. Two of the three of us are told we are to report back in the court room tomorrow.
That’s about all I can tell you about now…not allowed to discuss the case, but when I can—I definitely have a thing or two to say!
Since I can’t really talk about the case until the conclusion of the trial, I will share some experiences that do not pertain to the case.
First of all, upon receiving your jury summons (and you finish swearing about it), you inform your employer. In my case it was the secretary in my school, who laughed at me.
Here’s a synopsis of my first day as a juror. (And by the way, this was Monday…it’s Thursday and the trial continues on…Me bitter? Nooo!)
Once you travel downtown (which in my case is by the el—thank God I don’t have to pay for parking!), you are herded into the jury selection room with a couple hundred other poor saps who also got the summons.
8:30-- the appointed time, they are slowly checking people in to the room.
8:45 am--a man who works there reiterates the instructions to keep your Juror sticker on and stay on your side of the room and wait for your panel to be called. (Duh!)
8:50am--A video is shown on what to expect while you are here serving. (Our tax dollars at work ladies and gentlemen!)
8:55—Man down the table starts hitting on another potential juror. (FYI—video is still rolling)
9:10—Video is over.
9:35—I happen to be on the first panel called, so I get to leave.
I’m taken to a court room for jury selection. My panel is questioned and four are selected…and three (including me) are asked to return after lunch. Apparently, I’m a back-up choice. The second panel that was called with me goes through the same line of questions. More jurors are chosen. Two of the three of us are told we are to report back in the court room tomorrow.
That’s about all I can tell you about now…not allowed to discuss the case, but when I can—I definitely have a thing or two to say!
Saturday, October 15, 2005
What's Your Secret?
I have found a blog that I’m completely to which I am completely addicted. It’s http://postsecret.blogspot.com/ . I have to check it every week and read the secrets. I don’t know why I love it so much. May be it’s the secrets themselves; maybe it’s the artistry of the postcards. I have no idea! Maybe some day I’ll have the guts to send in my secret…have you sent in yours?
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Does Cleveland Really Rock?
Does Cleveland rock? I’m not sure that it does. This past weekend, I partook in a road trip to Ohio. I was so excited to head to a Bears game (I know, we completely blew the game) and see the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and the NFL Hall of Fame. I had an awesome time with the people I went with but my general impressions of the state are not so good. There's really not all that much to do...sure the foliage is pretty, but there's not too much else.
First of all it was rainy and cold. Many of you know my issues with cold weather. 50 degrees and wet is not a good combo.
Second of all the Bears lost. If that wasn’t enough to sour my mood, there’s more! To top it off, Cleveland fans are down right mean. I know I’m technically the “bad guy” in their stadium, but much of the taunting went too far. There is absolutely no reason to take a water bottle out of my hand and taunt me with it. This guy actually waved it in my face and tried to play keep away like a middle schooler! Then his buddies had me pinned in place so I couldn’t move. Where was security you may ask? Standing five feet away pretending to ignore the situation. Then another fan, threatened to hit me because in the brief moment that I was in his way while walking past his seat to get to my own, I stopped to look at the field. I informed him that you shouldn’t hit women and that it certainly gave Browns fans the reputations of being women batterers. There was some light taunting, for example, I was wearing my Butkus jersey…some guy told me he sucked., so I rattled off some stats about him (HOF class of ’79…ect.). I can’t decide if the stats shut him up or the fact that it was a chick spouting them off! Even on the way out…with the Browns win, there was even more verbal abuse leaving the stadium. I definitely did not have a good impression of Cleveland Browns fans. (Don’t get me started on the Bears performance!)
The Rock and Roll hall of fame is pretty cool. I’m not sure it was worth the $20 admission, but I’m glad I saw it. I’m sure that if you took the time to read all the placards, it would take you more than half a day. I LOVED all the costumes. I can’t believe that some of these rockers are so tiny! I swear I could put Mick Jaeger in my pocket! The teenie-bopper in me is also exited to report that I saw Tiffany’s denim jacked that she wore in the “I Think We’re Alone Now” video! (I think I need that song for my iPod…I know I have it on tape somewhere…)
We did drive past the new site of the RV/MH Hall if fame in Elkhart, IN. If you’re interested, it’s along the I80/90 Toll Road. The ground was broke in August 2, 2005. FYI, the website states that “$6.5 million the amount provided by donors to preserve the history and heritage of the Recreation Vehicle and Manufactured Housing industries and to honor the individuals who built the industries”. There is an older facility open, and I don’t know when the new one will be open. I think that some have too much time on their hands. Is it just me or is this completely random? I wonder who goes to the RV/MH Hall of Fame. Who is honored? What is the criterion? For more info visit the site: http://rv-mh-hall-of-fame.org/ (I swear it’s not a joke!)
I also saw the NFL Hall of Fame. (SIGH!) Much smaller than I imagined, but still fun! We decided that Walter Payton’s bust didn’t look much like him. We also thought that Mike Ditka looked way to happy. I remember him raving on the sidelines, players lived in fear of getting a clipboard shoved up their asses if they didn’t play well. Ditka’s bust just looked happy and jovial. I also saw Papa Bear and Bukus (I blew him a kiss!). One improvement I would like to suggest…the “concession stand”. It was like eating at a high school concession stand! I think they should have themed food based on the home towns of the teams. For example: Chicago would have deep dish pizza, Green Bay would have cheese and brats, Houston would have chili, Philadelphia would have cheese steak sandwiches, ect. Or they could name the food after the inductees, examples: Halas Hotdog, Butkus Brat, ect. I think that would be way more fun.
I now have to put this next one in for Dave. We ate at a totally awesome diner in Independence, OH, The Park City Diner. Dave, if you’re on a road trip to that area, I would highly recommend it. The food was awesome, the staff was supper friendly and there is no saganaki on the menu!
On another food note...Hoggies is FRIGGIN' AWESOME!! The amount of food for the price is fabulous and to top it off, all the food is made in house and is positively orgasmic. (Yeah, it's that good.) I had the salad and choose two sides and and I was stuffed beyond reason. Big thumbs up for Hoggies.
While it had it’s down sides…This trip was a good time. If I don’t make life an adventure, I’m just gonna get bored! I haven’t done a random road trip in a while, so I’m glad that I went. I’m not sure where my next one will be…Graceland?...The worlds largest ball of Twine?...Just grab the map and go?... who knows!
First of all it was rainy and cold. Many of you know my issues with cold weather. 50 degrees and wet is not a good combo.
Second of all the Bears lost. If that wasn’t enough to sour my mood, there’s more! To top it off, Cleveland fans are down right mean. I know I’m technically the “bad guy” in their stadium, but much of the taunting went too far. There is absolutely no reason to take a water bottle out of my hand and taunt me with it. This guy actually waved it in my face and tried to play keep away like a middle schooler! Then his buddies had me pinned in place so I couldn’t move. Where was security you may ask? Standing five feet away pretending to ignore the situation. Then another fan, threatened to hit me because in the brief moment that I was in his way while walking past his seat to get to my own, I stopped to look at the field. I informed him that you shouldn’t hit women and that it certainly gave Browns fans the reputations of being women batterers. There was some light taunting, for example, I was wearing my Butkus jersey…some guy told me he sucked., so I rattled off some stats about him (HOF class of ’79…ect.). I can’t decide if the stats shut him up or the fact that it was a chick spouting them off! Even on the way out…with the Browns win, there was even more verbal abuse leaving the stadium. I definitely did not have a good impression of Cleveland Browns fans. (Don’t get me started on the Bears performance!)
The Rock and Roll hall of fame is pretty cool. I’m not sure it was worth the $20 admission, but I’m glad I saw it. I’m sure that if you took the time to read all the placards, it would take you more than half a day. I LOVED all the costumes. I can’t believe that some of these rockers are so tiny! I swear I could put Mick Jaeger in my pocket! The teenie-bopper in me is also exited to report that I saw Tiffany’s denim jacked that she wore in the “I Think We’re Alone Now” video! (I think I need that song for my iPod…I know I have it on tape somewhere…)
We did drive past the new site of the RV/MH Hall if fame in Elkhart, IN. If you’re interested, it’s along the I80/90 Toll Road. The ground was broke in August 2, 2005. FYI, the website states that “$6.5 million the amount provided by donors to preserve the history and heritage of the Recreation Vehicle and Manufactured Housing industries and to honor the individuals who built the industries”. There is an older facility open, and I don’t know when the new one will be open. I think that some have too much time on their hands. Is it just me or is this completely random? I wonder who goes to the RV/MH Hall of Fame. Who is honored? What is the criterion? For more info visit the site: http://rv-mh-hall-of-fame.org/ (I swear it’s not a joke!)
I also saw the NFL Hall of Fame. (SIGH!) Much smaller than I imagined, but still fun! We decided that Walter Payton’s bust didn’t look much like him. We also thought that Mike Ditka looked way to happy. I remember him raving on the sidelines, players lived in fear of getting a clipboard shoved up their asses if they didn’t play well. Ditka’s bust just looked happy and jovial. I also saw Papa Bear and Bukus (I blew him a kiss!). One improvement I would like to suggest…the “concession stand”. It was like eating at a high school concession stand! I think they should have themed food based on the home towns of the teams. For example: Chicago would have deep dish pizza, Green Bay would have cheese and brats, Houston would have chili, Philadelphia would have cheese steak sandwiches, ect. Or they could name the food after the inductees, examples: Halas Hotdog, Butkus Brat, ect. I think that would be way more fun.
I now have to put this next one in for Dave. We ate at a totally awesome diner in Independence, OH, The Park City Diner. Dave, if you’re on a road trip to that area, I would highly recommend it. The food was awesome, the staff was supper friendly and there is no saganaki on the menu!
On another food note...Hoggies is FRIGGIN' AWESOME!! The amount of food for the price is fabulous and to top it off, all the food is made in house and is positively orgasmic. (Yeah, it's that good.) I had the salad and choose two sides and and I was stuffed beyond reason. Big thumbs up for Hoggies.
While it had it’s down sides…This trip was a good time. If I don’t make life an adventure, I’m just gonna get bored! I haven’t done a random road trip in a while, so I’m glad that I went. I’m not sure where my next one will be…Graceland?...The worlds largest ball of Twine?...Just grab the map and go?... who knows!
Wednesday, October 5, 2005
Creepy Crawlies
I have a story to share and it’s the aural equivalent of a train wreck. You know what I mean, it’s so gross, you can’t help but share it. I will say I’m quite thankful it didn’t happen to me.
As many of you know, I teach in an inner city school. Many of my students don’t have the same advantages that other students have. But I am not stating any names, nor am I mentioning the name of my school. I did not see any of this happen, I only heard from a reliable source.
With that disclaimer, on with the story…
This morning, there was an odd call for the head engineer to report to room 105. Usually he’s called to the office, not a specific classroom. I realized it was the band room, but figured a student may have gotten a mouth piece or something stuck on their instrument. Not long after, I received a distressed IM from the band teacher. She told me the whole story…
Students are allowed to check out instruments from the school to take home and practice, they must be returned the following morning. The teacher was working with a sectional of students and when one student returned a trumpet, the teacher told her to set it down in her classroom and she would put it away for her. Not long after the student had left, the students who were in the room practicing noticed something odd about the trumpet case. They notified the teacher and the band teacher went over to investigate.
Upon a closer look, the band teacher discovered a roach was crawling out of the case. As gross is that is, she simply wanted to squish it, but it gets worse. When the band teacher opened the case about a hundred roaches ran out of it.
I WOULD HAVE DIED!!!
Can you imagine? Opening a trumpet case and having roaches scatter from it?!? Several cans of Raid later, the band teacher decided that the student may no longer check out instruments. The engineer was called for the Raid. He threw out the case and said it was the worst infestation he had ever seen.
ICK!!! (I still get the heebie-jeebies just thinking of it!)
No good can come from having to spray Raid in a trumpet and then blow in it. Can you imagine having to pick out dead roaches from the valves of a trumpet?!?!
So, when you have a bad day at work…just remember: It could be a lot worse.
As many of you know, I teach in an inner city school. Many of my students don’t have the same advantages that other students have. But I am not stating any names, nor am I mentioning the name of my school. I did not see any of this happen, I only heard from a reliable source.
With that disclaimer, on with the story…
This morning, there was an odd call for the head engineer to report to room 105. Usually he’s called to the office, not a specific classroom. I realized it was the band room, but figured a student may have gotten a mouth piece or something stuck on their instrument. Not long after, I received a distressed IM from the band teacher. She told me the whole story…
Students are allowed to check out instruments from the school to take home and practice, they must be returned the following morning. The teacher was working with a sectional of students and when one student returned a trumpet, the teacher told her to set it down in her classroom and she would put it away for her. Not long after the student had left, the students who were in the room practicing noticed something odd about the trumpet case. They notified the teacher and the band teacher went over to investigate.
Upon a closer look, the band teacher discovered a roach was crawling out of the case. As gross is that is, she simply wanted to squish it, but it gets worse. When the band teacher opened the case about a hundred roaches ran out of it.
I WOULD HAVE DIED!!!
Can you imagine? Opening a trumpet case and having roaches scatter from it?!? Several cans of Raid later, the band teacher decided that the student may no longer check out instruments. The engineer was called for the Raid. He threw out the case and said it was the worst infestation he had ever seen.
ICK!!! (I still get the heebie-jeebies just thinking of it!)
No good can come from having to spray Raid in a trumpet and then blow in it. Can you imagine having to pick out dead roaches from the valves of a trumpet?!?!
So, when you have a bad day at work…just remember: It could be a lot worse.
Sunday, October 2, 2005
Apples Galore!
First of all, I have to say, Dave you were right. I really do feel that I need 15,000 80’s songs at the click of a wheel…’cuz I traded my 20GB iPod in for the 60GB. Fortunately, I have an understanding boyfriend who doesn’t mind tagging along to the Apple Store. I haven’t made much of a dent in my CD collection, but as I type I am converting 4GB to the pod!
And speaking of apples, (nice segway, huh?) today I went apple picking! Chris took me with him and his mother. I actually had a great time! I have to say it was better than I thought. Not that I expected to have an awful time or anything…it was simply better than I expected.
Why was I so unsure of this experience going in? Well, first of all I have bad allergies. The thought of being out in the country makes my eyes water a little! (Ya think I’m a hard-core city girl?) Then top that off with random farm animals the allergy factor goes way up. Secondly, I was worried it would be too much like work. I mean, I go to a store for produce, I don’t harvest it myself. I hate gardening. I did make an effort this year with a green pepper plant in a pot on the back deck, but that was a big step for me. Farmer-Bethie I am not. I was worried this was a clever scam that the orchard ran to get people to harvest the apples for them in the name of fun (Tom Sawyer white-washing the fence anyone?).
I did have an awesome time! There was a tractor ride, you could eat all the apples you wanted in the orchard, it was fun! They also had fresh donuts and pony rides for the kids. Honestly, the only negative was the port-a-potty experience.
Who knew, a city girl could actually have fun out in the country? I can’t wait for next year!
And speaking of apples, (nice segway, huh?) today I went apple picking! Chris took me with him and his mother. I actually had a great time! I have to say it was better than I thought. Not that I expected to have an awful time or anything…it was simply better than I expected.
Why was I so unsure of this experience going in? Well, first of all I have bad allergies. The thought of being out in the country makes my eyes water a little! (Ya think I’m a hard-core city girl?) Then top that off with random farm animals the allergy factor goes way up. Secondly, I was worried it would be too much like work. I mean, I go to a store for produce, I don’t harvest it myself. I hate gardening. I did make an effort this year with a green pepper plant in a pot on the back deck, but that was a big step for me. Farmer-Bethie I am not. I was worried this was a clever scam that the orchard ran to get people to harvest the apples for them in the name of fun (Tom Sawyer white-washing the fence anyone?).
I did have an awesome time! There was a tractor ride, you could eat all the apples you wanted in the orchard, it was fun! They also had fresh donuts and pony rides for the kids. Honestly, the only negative was the port-a-potty experience.
Who knew, a city girl could actually have fun out in the country? I can’t wait for next year!
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