So I continue on with the blog world trying to find my writing style. This is something that I should have learned long ago in school or writing in a diary but I was never very good at those things. I have a half dozen diaries started and I am always good for a few weeks but then more interesting things come along and the diary gets forgotten for months or years. I wish that I had kept one at least of the great adventures I had with my friends.

When I was in first grade I met a girl who was to become one of my best friends. Brownies brought us together. I was taller at the time but this would not be true ten years later. We spent a great amount of time together selling cookies and running wild in her neighborhood. I always had to visit her because her parents didn't like to drive her all the way out in the country to visit. My first discovery of what a great friend I had truely found came several years later. I was in fourth grade and we were at a lock-in for the Girl Scouts. There were games, singing, dancing and swimming. It was the swimming that taught me my first lesson in friendship. While walking along the deck (yes I was walking, there are witnesses) I slipped and fell. As the floor raced up to meet me I stuck my hand out and caught myself. This seemed like a very natural thing at the time except the black and blue wrist that was growing. My troop leader declared I had sprained my wrist and everything would be ok. I was not convinced and refused to participate the rest of the night. My friend raced to my side and sat with me all night. She gave up all the games, singing, dancing and swimming to sit with me while I pouted. The next day as parents came driving up she refused to leave my side until my parents arrived.

Later that day the hospital declaired my wrist broken and wrapped it up tight in a cast.

Plumbers! Yes Plumbers! Our party resulted in the need for Plumbers and the wishful thinking for a landlord that would pay. The party started and the drinks were flowing. Everyone was having a great time except perhaps me because I was still recovering from being sick. Then about midnight the discovery was made. Someone noticed in the corner of the kitchen there was water gathering. It was as if it was gathering its strength to come join the party. Panic, screaming, running in the streets as people fled the water monster that had invaded my kitchen.
Carefully those who remained to fight the water monster moved in. One person with a towel or two, one with a bowl and one with a knife and flashlight all stood in the kitchen warily stepping towards the monster. The towel and bowl people stepped up to the water monster and started collecting the monster in a contained area. Meanwhile the person with the knife walked to the other side of the kitchen and stabbed my ceiling! A hole was cut into the ceiling revealing more water gathering to join the party.

Now your imagination is greatly needed for the next set of events. Imagine 20 people standing outside looking through a sliding door. Each looking on with apprehension waiting to see who will win between the brave group that has consumed too much or the water monster. Another person has stepped forward with a shop-vac to clean up the insulation that has fallen from the ceiling. This seems like a great idea until the shop-vac shows its true nature. While sucking up insulation on one end it is just as quickly blowing it out the other side straight at the onlookers. Apparently the shop-vac had been consuming when we weren’t looking and no longer felt up to the task of sucking up insulation.

That was the story of our party. The good news is that the water monster was coming from the pipes bringing water into the bathroom. Meanwhile I sit in my little cube waiting for Mr. Toad to call and inform me the results of the plumber.

A mistake was made several months back. After deciding we were going to go on vacation and then forgetting about it the Toad family decided to have a party. So in only one day our house will be invaded by what will seem hundreds of friends. The mad dash to clean house, shop for food and find a party hat to embarrass Mr. Toad is eating up lots of time and the end seems to be charging upon us. Mr. Toad needs a hat because he is turning 30 and feels very old. Mrs. Toad thought the best way to go about the birthday would be to get party hats and toys to make Mr. Toad feel younger and of course embarrass him in the process.

We have done it. We have passed the two-year mark. Two years and we are both still alive. Mr. Toad I fear has come close to not making it on several occasions but I could guess that I also have had some close calls. The one thing that drives me crazy more than anything else he does is when I am in the middle of doing something Mr. Toad will walk in and ask “what I am doing?” or was I was planning on doing the exact thing I currently was working on. For a long time I felt that perhaps my Mr. Toad just wasn’t so bright. Why I had not noticed this before the contract was signed I wasn’t sure but I had somehow trapped myself. Now after careful thinking on the subject I found the answer! Mr. Toad had watched so many sports that he could no longer think for himself without a play by play. I actually have to be a household commentator. This may sound strange but it is the only logical possibility I could think of.

Hello, the vacation has ended and the war was at a standstill. I say go right he goes left but we made it all the same. Then of course there is the well now that we are here what do we do?

We traveled to Colonial Williamsburg. It really was delightful. Of course I wanted to enter all the little shops and check things out. Mr. Toad of course chose to guard the door of all the shops. Perhaps he thought that the shop would pick up and take off with me. Probably hoping the shop would indeed take off with me and feared if he went in he might have to stay. The first night there we went to a witch trial. I think Mr. Toad was disappointed that he was unable to suggest me to be the witch in question but we had a great time condemning a little old lady to witchcraft because she could float and other silly reasons they use to have.

Wine tasting of course was on the list. If you ever make it down to the Williamsburg, Va area you should try Williamsburg Winery.

So now we are back and tired. The little creatures of the house seem to be delight we are back. In fact one of the creatures immediately took one of Mr. Toad's shoes and hid under the bed. Now I know that you think in the Toad family that we have a dog with this comment but we don't. That was our oldest cat that has run off with the shoe. She isn't very big and the shoe is very large but she latched onto the shoelace and dragged the shoe behind her. Of course not very dignified looking for a cat but perhaps she feels that if the shoes are hidden then we of course cannot leave the house. The cats seem to be trying to hold us hostage in the house we so nicely allowed them to live in. More likely they allow us to live here.

Oh I almost forgot. Yes Mr. Lumpy you may have met me before.

Ugh! All I wanted to do was post a comment. Now I have this blog. What to do with it is another question. Must be very careful of what gets placed on the internet you know. What if I want to be President. I mean how hard could being President be anyway? If Bush can do it then I could too.

I guess I should talk of adventure given my title. I'll think about it. I have one great adventure ahead of me this weekend. I am traveling with my other half... hummmm lets call him Mr. Toad. Anyway I can see now. We shall argue about directions on the way there. Sometimes I feel he does it on purpose. I say the map says left so he goes right. Unless there is some giant sign saying "Mr. Toad you need to go left right here!" I will not listen until he had gotten mad that we are lost.

Perhaps I'll tell you all about my adventures when we return.