Late on the uptake
I am only just now getting around to writing about last weekend. It's not like it was a whirlwind week; it's just that I never got around to writing.
We had a pretty good weekend last week. We went to a fundraiser concert for the El Paso summer music festival. And this particular fund raiser was held at a person's house. It was less like a house though, and more like the world's most ostentatious airplane hanger. This house was amazing, and all we ever saw was the main room. The outside of the house comes complete with roman columns, to give it that "I'm rich" feel. Then, the columns are also inside in the main room. The room itself must have been 1200 square feet. They had about 40 people there, and despite that number, you never had to bump elbows. It was a pretty sweet home. (The concert itself was an opera singer and a piano player doing a mix of classical music and show tunes. It was very nice and the singer was very good.)
We also went to the El Paso country club for dinner. It was very nice, but it wasn't over the top. It's one of those "attainable" country clubs (not for us, but for people who aren't us). Everything is clean and fancy, but it's not over the top to the point where you feel like you're completely outclassed by the building itself. It was like any nice looking public place. Dinner was good, and seeing as we were invited there by the president of the temple, the company was quite pleasant to. She and her whole family are wonderful people. It's really fun to know some "powerful" people though. The president of the temple's husband just happen to be the owner of the restaurant, so that was a real treat too. (or he's the head manager of it. Something like that.) Needless to say, whatever we wanted was provided. The service was excellent. I found it amusing though, because the president's husband was extremely humble, quiet, and very nice. The only "power" moment was when he said, "If there is something you want that's not on the menu, just tell me, we'll have it made." Otherwise, it was like a normal dinner, but the service was exceptional. (PS - I don't know that the service there isn't always that way, but I am attributing it to the company we kept that evening.)
The last highlite from the week was that we've had more "visitors." I even tried to take a picture, but it didn't come out very good. The "visitors" I'm referring to are scorpions. We had one on Tuesday night in our bedroom. It was on the ceiling. Waaaaaay up on the ceiling. We have a vaulted ceiling in our bedroom, and the peak of that is probably 12 feet off the ground. I don't know for certain, but the ceiling is high enough that when I'm on a chair, and using a broom, I still can't reach the damn scorpion that's on the ceiling. Yes, that's right, imagine David, in his boxers, ready for bed, standing on a chair and waving a broom like a madman at a little brown scorpion that's on the ceiling. Worst part was, the scorpion didn't even care! He just sat there, taunting me in his indifference.
At that point, I had to improvise, because there is no way in hell I'm going to be able to sleep with a scorpion (I don't care how small) on the ceiling of my bedroom. I went downstairs, grabbed the clorox spray cleaner, and shot the bastard with it. It would appear that scorpions do not like to be bathed in bleach.
He didn't drop from the ceiling at that point, but he did scurry along the wall and come down far enough that I could swat him with the broom. Then, once he was on the floor I smashed him with a shoe.
That was the second one I killed, and they still totally freak me out. The third was Thursday afternoon when I came home for lunch from work. This one was on the ceiling, tucked very tightly into a ball, in a corner, above the stairs. It was actually really hard to tell what it was until I was again sprayed it with clorox (yes, we do plan to buy some actual bug spray one of these days.) Once again, the scorpion started to scurry once he was hit with bleach. This one then came down the wall, to about eye level, at which point I tried to take a few pictures. He even posed, claws out, tail at the ready, for one of the pictures. I won't be uploading the pictures. If you want to know what it looked like, just look at a white wall and imagine a brown, fuzzy smudge. I guess I have to get the camera closer next time. Anyhow, after that I swatted it to the ground and stomped on it.
That's about the extent of our adventures this week. Everything else has just been work related.
We had a pretty good weekend last week. We went to a fundraiser concert for the El Paso summer music festival. And this particular fund raiser was held at a person's house. It was less like a house though, and more like the world's most ostentatious airplane hanger. This house was amazing, and all we ever saw was the main room. The outside of the house comes complete with roman columns, to give it that "I'm rich" feel. Then, the columns are also inside in the main room. The room itself must have been 1200 square feet. They had about 40 people there, and despite that number, you never had to bump elbows. It was a pretty sweet home. (The concert itself was an opera singer and a piano player doing a mix of classical music and show tunes. It was very nice and the singer was very good.)
We also went to the El Paso country club for dinner. It was very nice, but it wasn't over the top. It's one of those "attainable" country clubs (not for us, but for people who aren't us). Everything is clean and fancy, but it's not over the top to the point where you feel like you're completely outclassed by the building itself. It was like any nice looking public place. Dinner was good, and seeing as we were invited there by the president of the temple, the company was quite pleasant to. She and her whole family are wonderful people. It's really fun to know some "powerful" people though. The president of the temple's husband just happen to be the owner of the restaurant, so that was a real treat too. (or he's the head manager of it. Something like that.) Needless to say, whatever we wanted was provided. The service was excellent. I found it amusing though, because the president's husband was extremely humble, quiet, and very nice. The only "power" moment was when he said, "If there is something you want that's not on the menu, just tell me, we'll have it made." Otherwise, it was like a normal dinner, but the service was exceptional. (PS - I don't know that the service there isn't always that way, but I am attributing it to the company we kept that evening.)
The last highlite from the week was that we've had more "visitors." I even tried to take a picture, but it didn't come out very good. The "visitors" I'm referring to are scorpions. We had one on Tuesday night in our bedroom. It was on the ceiling. Waaaaaay up on the ceiling. We have a vaulted ceiling in our bedroom, and the peak of that is probably 12 feet off the ground. I don't know for certain, but the ceiling is high enough that when I'm on a chair, and using a broom, I still can't reach the damn scorpion that's on the ceiling. Yes, that's right, imagine David, in his boxers, ready for bed, standing on a chair and waving a broom like a madman at a little brown scorpion that's on the ceiling. Worst part was, the scorpion didn't even care! He just sat there, taunting me in his indifference.
At that point, I had to improvise, because there is no way in hell I'm going to be able to sleep with a scorpion (I don't care how small) on the ceiling of my bedroom. I went downstairs, grabbed the clorox spray cleaner, and shot the bastard with it. It would appear that scorpions do not like to be bathed in bleach.
He didn't drop from the ceiling at that point, but he did scurry along the wall and come down far enough that I could swat him with the broom. Then, once he was on the floor I smashed him with a shoe.
That was the second one I killed, and they still totally freak me out. The third was Thursday afternoon when I came home for lunch from work. This one was on the ceiling, tucked very tightly into a ball, in a corner, above the stairs. It was actually really hard to tell what it was until I was again sprayed it with clorox (yes, we do plan to buy some actual bug spray one of these days.) Once again, the scorpion started to scurry once he was hit with bleach. This one then came down the wall, to about eye level, at which point I tried to take a few pictures. He even posed, claws out, tail at the ready, for one of the pictures. I won't be uploading the pictures. If you want to know what it looked like, just look at a white wall and imagine a brown, fuzzy smudge. I guess I have to get the camera closer next time. Anyhow, after that I swatted it to the ground and stomped on it.
That's about the extent of our adventures this week. Everything else has just been work related.