A Community Within A Community

One morning we took a little drive out to a local Amish community because I guess they usually have really good deals in their grocery stores.  Actually I’ve never visited an Amish community and that’s the real reason we headed out there.  The deals at the stores were just a cover up.  Though I’m not sure who I was trying to use the cover up on.  Myself I guess.  Anyway, I wanted to take pictures because I knew there would be some cool images I’d want to remember but when I got there I just felt like some big creep invading their privacy.  So most of these pictures (the ones of actual people) are courtesy of my sister who was better at getting the pictures without drawing attention.

First of all, it was really cold.  And windy.  Windy and cold, and I understand they don’t use modern technology like electricity but there’s no way I’d want to put these on when they finished drying.  Partly because I don’t think they could get fully dry in this kind of weather, especially the blue jeans.  I’d definitely want to put them next to a fire first.  But I’m a pansy like that.

We  get to the store and see this:

And when you look closer, just a little further down you see this:

Not something you see everyday.  Can you imagine the poor kid that works at the store thinking his job would just be to bag groceries and help carry them out for little old ladies.  Then he finds out he also has to be the horse pooper scooper?  Tough break kid.

Inside the store we found some niffty little gems:

You may not be able to see the writing very well but we have green bean crisps, squash chips, purple sweet potato chips, and okra chips.  Hmm, sounds yummy.  I’m not understanding why the green bean bag costs $7.31.  I thought green beans were pretty common everywhere and would be the cheapest out of the four.  Guess not.  Well, I guess I now know I’d lose if I ever was a contestant on the Amish version of the Price is Right.  My little mountain climber wouldn’t have a prayer.

If dried vegetables aren’t your thing, check out their gummy selection.  Missed breakfast?  No problem, have some fried eggs:

Not sure your teeth are up for the challenge?  Try some of theirs:

I don’t know what to say about the chicken feet there on the right.  I would like to know why the teeth are only $.88 while the others are closer to the $2 mark.

Thirsty?  Try this line of soda and don’t worry, it’s good for you:

Here are some of the locals:

A few days later my sister and I were in Staples and were standing by an Amish couple who was returning a fax machine/scanner.  I kid you not.  Maybe they were part of a less strict group?  I don’t know but not something you see every day.

Heading out we were behind this guy:

I thought this was a pretty cool shot showing the contrast in lifestyles between the Amish and others in the community.  As we got closer I noticed this:

The buggies have license plates and side mirrors.  The side mirrors make total sense but the license plates make me scratch my head.  I don’t know why exactly.  I guess I just assume, maybe ignorantly, that they don’t get in accidents very often.  I mean it’s a buggy for crying out loud.  It’s not like it comes out of nowhere going 70 mph. *shoulder shrug*

There’s more to come from my little trip to Charleston.  Phew, I know, no doubt you’re all on the edge of your seats.

Snow Day

Technically I don’t really get a snow day since I don’t have a job but that’s just a minor detail.  Today I woke up to snow covering the ground and a steady fall for about 5 hours.  I get that for a lot of you snow’s not a big deal but remember, I live in Arkansas.  I honestly can’t even remember the last time we had a snow fall this good and the snow was PERFECT for snowballs and snowmen.

My mom’s office closed down at lunch and not long after she came home I convinced her (she’s 67 years old by the way) to go outside with me where I engaged her in a snowball fight.  How many of you can say you’ve been in snowball fight with your mom?  Not many I’d guess.  She had a couple good hits but I totally kicked her trash.  Love you mom!

The first pic is the before and the other two are the after.

I wanted to make a snowman Calvin and Hobbes style and set out to make this:

The snowman was easy enough but you wouldn’t believe how hard shark fins are to make.  At least for someone snow sculpting challenged.  So I gave up.  But many of the neighbors went ahead and made snowmen in their yards.

Did I mention I live in Arkansas?

Popsicles are Yummy…I Just Don’t Want to be One

During the summer I have an addiction to those Flavor Ice/Pop Ice Popsicles. There have been many a meal consisting of the fruitful flavors of those popsicles. And you can always place a bet that there will be wrappers littering the front seat floor of my car or overflowing from my trashcan. And like any true addict, my dosage has increased at each setting. I used to eat a measly one at a time but now I grab anywhere from 5-7, top those off and go back for another 5-7 (except for the orange and blue ones which I promptly rip apart from the rest and throw away because they taste like cough medicine – *shudder*).

The thing is, I love eating them but I hate being cold. Yesterday it was 11 degrees as I came to work and today it was a mere 9 degrees. I bundle up as though I’m about to climb Mt. Everest just to walk to my car. And I’m sure if anyone were watching they would think the Michelin Man had come to life as I try to waddle my way out, all the while I’m thinking “Please don’t fall, Please don’t fall” as the scene from the Christmas Story runs through my mind when Ralphie’s brother couldn’t get back up.

Then I get to work and peel off all the layers and all is well…for about a half hour. I work in a scanning room that’s supposed to have it’s own clean air system apart from the rest of lab. Really it’s a make shift system from former systems in different buildings so it’s pretty touchy and is known to break down. Because I would rather sweat it out than freeze, I prefer the temperature to be a cozy 75-77 whether it’s winter or not and since I’m practically the only one that sits in this room all day, I think my vote overrules all other votes. My boss feels differently.

This past summer we went the rounds over the temperature in this room. My arguement was that in a single day he only spent a total of 10-15 min. in the room (and that’s being generous) while I spent 9-10 hours in there. He tried to say that the equipment needed cooler temperatures to operate fully. This is not true. But as the boss he just naturally won, no surprise as I have only won a single argument in my three years working here. I’m sure he must think I’m a pansy but as I also pointed out to him in my defense, he’s 6’4″ and weighs somewhere around 240-250 and I’m 5’5″ and weigh less than half that. It didn’t work and I sit in a room that’s set at 69 degrees. I find myself periodically going into the bathroom where not only is it A LOT warmer, there’s hot water for me to run over my hands for a couple minutes.

So I’m left to think that maybe the old adage is right – maybe you are what you eat!