Beth Visits America

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  • Come see what Beth's up to! She's living in her pickup truck (lovingly known as Tach), and rambling the byways and backroads of America. When she has money, that is. When she runs out, she stops and gets a job until she can drive on again. Stop in here, add your comments, and wish her the best. And heck, if you have a driveway, can she sleep in it?

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September 27, 2004


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I don't even remember that spider incident! Surprised? Of course not. But I'm sorry...
xo :)


I just read Rachael's blog. She needs you over there right away to kill ants!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


You go, handywoman! I feel ya re the spiders. A while back, I pulled on my 501's one workday morning (casual day). They had been draped across the ironing board (but needless to say, there was no ironing involved...I just hate to put away my clothes). I made it to the living room before I felt a tiny tickle behind my knee. I thought: hmmm, that's odd...that almost felt like there was something IN my.... And then like some "I Love Lucy" episode I began frantically trying to get those suckers off. They're old, my Levi's, but that damn denim just wouldn't cooperate. Meanwhile I was trying not to hyperventilate...although I do recall saying over and over, "Oh my god! Oh my god!" When I finally got them off, THE LARGEST SPIDER I'VE EVER SEEN came leaping out. It was gigantor!! Then the screaming and shrieking and true hyperventilating I ran back and forth through the rooms (I was home alone) while simultaneously trying to look at the back of my knee to see if there was a bite. There wasn't. But I hope I never see one of those humungous (weird brown/orange-y) tropical spiders ever again...


Do you ever catch and release? I know, not practical right now, given the vast numbers involved, but I find that trapping them in a glass, sliding a piece of paper underneath and releasing outdoors grosses me out far less than smooshing them.


Gnocchi and wine... ahhh.. A favorite combo over here.. My mom used to make the best Gnocchi.

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