31 posts tagged “travel”
I'm so not a multitasker. I know being able to multi-task is a badge of pride these days, but you know what? Fuck that! I can give one thing my full attention, thoroughly accomplish a task with integrity and confidence, and then move on to the next. Multitaskers are always doing just enough to get by. I wasn't designed to work that way. (Another in a long list of reasons why I've never wanted children.)
But, I digress...
Feeling the pressure today. There are too many important issues/concerns on my plate right now, and it's grinding on my nerves hard and fast.
I made the reservations for boarding Mia while we're in Ireland. I can almost check that off my list, except they want to examine her first. I don't think that'll be a problem, but I'd really rather just know that finding a plan for her can be checked off my list of worries already. I feel tons guilty enough about leaving her for a week as it is. So, Friday she has an appointment, and I have all fingers and toes crossed that my sweet (*old*) girl is deemed healthy enough to take on as a boarder, and that she likes it there.
I really need to make a packing plan for Ireland already, while I still have time to acquire any wardrobe essentials that might be needed. We're staying casual and packing carry-on only, so packing light is the name of the game. It's going to be colder and rainier this time around though, so quick-drying layers are ideal. I think I'll sit down with a cup of tea in a bit here and start working on that list, just to get it settled in my mind a little.
Oh yeah! I need to call the bank too and see how much time they need to order some Euros for me. Must have the monies before we leave!
Then there's the party planning. It's nigh impossible to say no when it's for someone you love dearly, but I have to start doing that. "No party planning ever" needs to be one of my hard and fast rules. I do not like parties. Attending them is hell enough, planning them is excrutiating! I've already committed to this one though, so I have no choice but to plow through. I'll have to get back to that today too. I put it on the back burner last week when I had other priority issues eating my time and sanity. I can't put it off forever though. It's been haunting me and I just want to be done with it!
Today's election day. We'll be going out to vote when Craig gets home. Not a big deal there. It's a simple ballot this time and I know exactly how I plan to vote. I still get performance anxiety about it though. My brain and all of it's stupid anxiety! Oh well. That'll be a non-issue by 6pm, ...sooner if I can't manage to push it out of my head, because I'll just go out on my own and get it over with for sanity's sake.
Then there's the plumbing. We're now looking at replacing both the sewer line and the water line. Both need doing, disaster is imminent in both cases otherwise. We're talking about $5k in forseeable expense. Oof. The money's not even the biggest stressor, though it certainly registers! We're also talking two, maybe three days without functional plumbing. Argh. It really needs to be done before permafrost, which means before Ireland and preferably before the party I'm hosting, ...which means work needs to start this week ideally. argh. Not much I can do about that right at this minute other than worry, and worrying gets nothing done, so for today at least, I'm going to try to just not think about it.
There'll be a funeral for one of my great aunts this week too. I can keep that bit of stress out of my head for now because details haven't been arranged yet. Hopefully it won't coincide with Mia's vet appointment or the start/progress of plumbing work, because we're down to the wire on those things which need to happen ASAFP and I don't have rescheduling options.
Ok. So if I can get at least three of those things taken care of so they're not weighing on me any more, *then* I can start thinking about the holidays. I really need to jump on that as soon as possible, because holiday stress builds exponentially for me with every passing day.
I do feel better just for having listed it all out though, honestly. All that vague pressure and sense of impending doom never looks as bad when it's organized and prioritized. It'll look even better if I can deal with some of it and just get it crossed off the list though, so I'd better get to it now.
I'm getting so very excited about our upcoming vacation. When our travel agent started looking at airfare, the best route to Ireland was through Amsterdam, so Craig asked him to give us a one day layover on our way home so we could have a little time to get a quick peek at the city. It's not a lot of time at all, not for some place we've never been, but it's a nice way to audition the city for future vacation plans. I figure we'll probably have enough time to check out a museum or two, walk around a bit to get a taste of the city, and find a good restaurant for dinner. The Steltman Gallery that features Michael Parkes' lithographs is in Amsterdam, so I'm going to have to look up the location and hours for that. :) WOOT! I love exploring new places!
I'm totally stoked about the driving tour through Ireland though! I'm looking forward to going back to a few of our favorite spots like Cashel, Ennis and Slea Head, but I'm also looking forward to seeing new places like Dublin, Connemara and Galway! I'm looking into a visit to the Hill of Tara too, hoping to see it before the M-3 highway project trashes too much of it. It looks like our suggested driving route takes us pretty damn close to the area on the way back to Dublin, so it shouldn't be too difficult to work it in.
It'll be good to experience the weather in Ireland in November too, given how much I currently want to move there. I did some quick research, and it looks like November can be rainy with a chance of snow. I don't know why, the thoughts of warmer sea air probably, but I wasn't expecting that Ireland ever saw much snow. I still want to move there, my thinking being that we'd be close enough to the mountain ranges of Europe for some awesomely snowy winter vacations if I really needed a snow fix. I told Craig though, if it snows in Ireland while we're there, I'm taking it as a serious sign that we're supposed to stay.
I went and looked up all of our hotels yesterday, and they are swank! They all have fitness centers and pubs and complimetary breakfasts. The hotel in Killarney has a *gorgeous* pool, and the Galway hotel has a spa with all sorts of crazy offerings including an ice cave(!) ...whatever the hell that is. *L* Of course, I don't expect to be spending enough time in our hotel to take advantage of most amenities, but it's still nice to know we'll be staying in clean, beautiful, comfortable places, and the fitness centers and pool could come in handy if I can stay disciplined enough to get through a daily workout when there's so much sight-seeing to do. ...Honestly, I'm not going to feel *at all* guilty if there's too much to see to make time for working out, but it's nice to know I have the option.
I was thinking I'd board Mia at the vets' for the week we're gone, but I'm starting to have second thoughts about that. I have to get out there to see their boarding facilities. She's used to having the run of a quiet house. If they're going to have her in a small cage listening to squaking parrots and exotic birds all day every day, well I don't know if I can do that to her. That's kind of like sending your kid to San Quintin while you jaunt off to Europe for a week. I'm thinking about getting a house-sitter if the boarding thing doesn't look as swank as our hotels are. It's always so tricky making sure our bunnies are going to be well looked after when we travel. I have a few options, I suppose.
We spent an hour outside last night looking for meteors. The neighbor's porch light came on almost as soon as we stepped outside, and it was on for quite a while, but we still managed to see a few meteors despite the light pollution. We counted 13 meteors (numbers 10 and 13 being amazingly huge with long, bright trails), 4 bats, 2 satellite(or ISS?) sightings and countless planes. And I only got a couple mosquito bites. :)
Well, my coffee cup is empty and I'm starting to feel my brain kick in, so I guess I'd better get busy and get some stuff done today. I have big plans for today. Big plans for tomorrow too. ...And Saturday. Pretty much, big plans from here on out for the forseeable future, ...'til the end of the year at least. :) Life is *really* good!
Craig talked to our travel agent today, and has decided he wants to spend his birthday this year in Ireland!!! We'll be gone a week, taking a driving tour, staying in Dublin, Killarney, Galway and back to Dublin! I'm so excited I could scream! I can't wait to see some new things, and I also can't wait to have another pint at The Poet's Corner in Ennis!!! ...And I can't wait to see Slea Head again, our future home!!! I'm so frakking psyched!!!!!!!!!!11!
So Craig came home to tell me all of this exciting news, and then he had more great news to relay. We're finally going to get our money's worth out of our health insurance. They're starting a new wellness program this year. The program allows us to workout at several local gyms, including one that has AN OLYMPIC SIZE LAP POOL!!!!!!! I get to swim again! The wellness program has all sorts of other goodies, like access to personal trainers and dieticians and such, BUT I GET TO SWIM AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today I got a trip to Ireland *AND* access to a lap pool! This is turning out to be one of the best Jen's Big Birthday Months EVER!!! I'm so damn excited!
Not much to report about our last day of vacation, so this should be a fairly short travel entry ...for a change. :)
We woke up in our stinky Lysol room of death. It still stunk. Craig thought it was a little better until he went out to the car and sampled fresher air, then came back in and resumed gagging. In getting the car packed, checking out and getting the hell out of there, we noticed that the people who seemed to own the hotel, as well as many of the other guests, were Indian. Craig thinks that explains the strong scent of Lysol, given that Indians have a cultural preference for highly fragrant spices, incense and even personal care products. He figures they just went hog-wild with the Lysol. I don't know. I still think someone died in there and they had to soak the carpet and mattresses with some kind of disinfecting crap. Whatever the case, we were happy to be out of there. It was hours before I was rid of the taste of Lysol. Foul stuff!
We ate a quick breakfast and went back to the falls to explore in the morning light. We didn't pay extra for the Cave of the Winds of the Maids of the Mist or any of those touristy things, but we did walk the foot path across the bridge to the islands between the American and Canadian falls. We spent some time just checking out the falls from various vantage points. It was stunning. It was also a little warm, so we took an ice cream break before heading back. :) Perfect.
Saturday morning we woke up, showered and checked out. We drove back down to the hub of Boothbay Harbor and had a quick bite and much needed coffee at a cute little place that is probably jam-packed at the height of tourist season, but which was almost deserted. We overheard that this was their last weekend before closing up for the season. ...So close! (Note to Bog Butter: Not "SO CLOSED". Not yet anyhow.) We made a quick stop into a small grocery to pick up some local brew for my dad, aka the bunny-sitter, and got back on the road.
It just so happens that Winter's Gone Farm was on our way out. ALPACA FARM!!! :D We stopped to giggle at the alpacas who were happy to vogue for the camera.
I do love alpacas! Such fabulous creatures! Good people own this place too, spoiling the heck out of their alpacas and their adorable smiling dog (looked like a sheep dog of some sort) who was a rescue. We stopped in the store to pet the fiber and all the finished goods. The lady of the farm was working in the shop and we talked a lot about the alpacas. She promised me she could fit at least one in our car for the drive home, but I looked at Craig and he had that look on his face that said I was NOT bringing an alpaca home. :/ (Sorry, Debra. I tried to bring you a souvenir!) I did get some arm-warmers and Craig got this awesome plaid scarf woven from naturally colored fiber, but no alpaca. *pout*
When we were out talking to the alpacas, a lot of them were humming. When talking to the owner afterward, she told us they do scream when alarmed. She then gave us the small list of terrifying situations that had the whole herd screaming in alarm: one tiny black kitten in their pasture, one wee frog, one turtle. heh-heh No, they aren't pampered at all! :) Anyhow, if you want to buy alpaca goods from people who take excellent care of they're animals, I highly recommend ordering from their website. They're very good people, and alpacas.
It was after 8:30pm by the time we got to Niagara, NY, and had been dark for well over an hour. I've seen the falls before, but never at night when they were lit, so I was freaking a little about getting there before they turned out the lights, even though we hadn't had dinner yet. We checked in at the front desk of our hotel and asked how late they kept the falls lit, but the woman at the desk wasn't sure now that it was October and the summer hours had probably changed. Craig, despite his hunger, was a total trooper and drove me out to see the falls.
We let our GPS take us back to the area of our hotel, and she lead us through some run-down parts of town. Niagara is kind of a dump, really. I hate to say it, but it is. It wasn't much better in the daylight the next day. I'd highly recommend staying on the Canadian side if you go. We eventually got back to the strip where we were staying, despite the impromptu detour we had to take to avoid the burning vehicle in the road and the emergency personnel working to put it out.
We were hungry beyond the critical bad-temper point, and it looked like a lot of restaurants were closed, so we opted for Denny's which is always open late and a sure thing. The late night scrambled eggs really hit the spot! The other patrons in the restaurant made for good people watching too. I love the late night crowds at Denny's! heh. There were a handful of alternative looking folks (my fellow PIB) and then the home-coming dance must've ended, because the place filled up with young Gs, wannabes, and what could only be described as skanky ho'mecoming chicks. heh. When we went to leave, one kid was just standing right in the middle of the lot behind our car, but before we could even honk, some other guy who was trying to pull in leaned out his window and yelled, "GET YO ASS OUT OF THE WAY!" *L* Craig's comment as we were pulling out, "Stay classy, Niagara!" *giggle* ...We're always laughing, :)
So, we go back to our hotel, or motel, really. We'd checked in, but taken off for the falls before ever gong to our room. I looked at our key and it was for room 229, but all the rooms were double digit. Craig went back to the office and found out we were in room 29. It looked like there was someone in there, but ... *shrug* We tried it. It was empty, BUT... HOLY HELL! The room REEKED of Lysol! I am not exaggerating. We were choking on it. All I could imagine was that someone had died a horrible death in there recently and they'd used some seriously industrial solvents to clean up the mess. Even though the scent of cleaning products literally hung in the air, I was afraid to touch anything. It was creepy. We threw the window wide open and turned on the bathroom fan while Craig got his laptop out and surfed for other accommodations in the area. Everything else was booked. OMG, the air was so foul in there(!!!), but where could we go? We were seriously contemplating sleeping in the car, when I started to get tired and decided just to sleep in my clothes, just for a while, then grab a shower and get the hell out of there first thing in the morning. I didn't even want to sleep on the suspicious bed sheets (there was no blanket other than sheets and a skanky comforter), so I got our picnic blankets out of the trunk and we slept precariously on our own little blankets. We did get some sleep though. Craig pulled the blanket over his head to filter out some of the chemical stink, but being asthmatic, I couldn't get enough oxygen trying to sleep like that. Fortunately, I was tired enough that I fell asleep anyhow. (...to be concluded in my next entry)
Friday was the only day on our trip that we would be going to bed in the same place we woke up, so we decided we would most likely spend the day exploring the area and avoiding excessive driving.
The only thing that was absolutely on our agenda was having a lobster roll at Red's Eats for lunch, so we decided to drive down to the touristy center of Boothbay Harbor to spend the morning walking around the galleries and shops building up an appetite. We wandered around a few blocks, constantly reminding each other, "If you see anything you want to stop and look at..." but we just aren't the shopping types. Eventually, we walked by the docks and noticed a little booth booking two hour sailing excursions. We walked right by it at first, but it slowly sunk in my thick skull that I had seen something worth stopping for, so we turned around and bought tickets for the 3pm sail.
We were told to be back at the dock at 2:45, and with needing to run to Wiscasset for our lunch, that didn't leave us much time to dawdle, which was fine since we weren't really finding anything interesting down there anyhow. We'd seen an ad in a tourist brochure for a wood-turner's gallery, so we plugged that address into our GPS and headed for the one gallery that had peaked our attention.
The wood turner was truly a salty old Mainer. He was 74 and willing to talk to Craig about the trade, even though we could barely understand his accent and he seemed mostly to want to talk Craig out of his hobby. It was kind of funny, actually. The guy would go on and on about how difficult it is to make a name for yourself turning, interjecting every few minutes with, "Have I discouraged you yet?" and then continuing on with ever more reasons why it's nothing anyone should want to do on any level beyond casual hobbyist. Craig was a saint for patiently listening to the man. I was just trying to look like I wasn't listening while I fought down the giggles. Eventually some new victims ...er, customers showed up and we had our out. We got back in the car and laughed and laughed!
We'd passed a glass gallery on the way in, so we stopped there next. The gallery was in a renovated 1800s church. Between the church, the original chandelier, the glass and Susan Mack Bear herself, I was totally smitten! I mean, who hasn't dreamed of having their own glasswork gallery in a renovated old church on the coast of Maine?!!! Ok, so maybe that's mostly just me, but still, this woman was living out one of my dreams. We talked to her about the glass a little, but we mostly talked about fixing up the church and living in Maine. She was wonderful to talk to, and she let me snap a few pictures of the building. They don't have a website up yet, but they're working on it. I'll be watching for it because she had a painting for sale that I really wanted but couldn't quite afford that day. I bought a few pendants from her and we got back in the car and set out for lunch.
There was one thing we foolishly hadn't counted on when planning our day, and that was the fact that you don't plan to eat at Red's Eats right around lunch or dinner time. We knew this; we'd just forgotten. We remembered when we drove up and saw that the line rounded the corner and went on quite a ways. We found parking and got in line, and then started to get nervous about whether or not we'd be able to eat lunch and be back in time for our sail. The line moved so slowly, but after half an hour, we finally got to the front. I had Craig go get the car while I placed our order and got it to go. While waiting for our order, I had a quick chat with a lovely fiber artist (weaver) originally from Dayton, OH, who had been behind us in line and heard us mention we drove from Ohio for a Red's lobster roll. She assured us that even though lobster rolls at competing locations were less than stellar this year, Red's was still serving the deliciousness they are famous for. Our order came up and I wished the woman a good lunch and a pleasant day, I snagged our food, and we drove as fast as traffic would allow back to the docks.
When we got there, we still had over half an hour to eat (whew!), so we found a picnic table not far from our meeting place and tore into our lunch, the reason for our journey. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that everyone who walked by cast hungry eyes at our lunch. One woman commented that there must be carry out near by, but we corrected her and told her we'd driven to Red's for it. I swear I saw her whimper ever so slightly. Then a biker couple walked by and commented that it looked like we had found a great lobster roll. We told him we drove to Red's for it, and he nodded approvingly, commenting that he didn't realize they were still open this season. I bet I know where they had dinner! *L* Craig gets cranky when he gets hungry (quicker than I do) and had been a little stressed by the wait and the rush to get back on time, but as soon as he started eating, he melted into peaceful bliss admitting, "I'd forgotten how worth it this is. I'm sorry I doubted you, Red's." :) Gods, that was a DAMN GOOD lunch!
It was time to set sail and we joined a small group of tourists in boarding the Schooner Eastwind with Captain Herb and Dorris Smith. Not only had this couple built six schooners themselves(!) but they've sailed around the world several times. Captain Herb steered us through the harbor while Dorris worked the sails and entertained us with tales of their travels and the local history and gossip. It was an absolutely heavenly two hours. This was Craig's first time sailing and my first time on a schooner rig. I think we've decided sailing lessons and possibly even our own boat are in our future. I'm definitely going to start searching for Great Lakes sailing charters and look for a working sailing vacation in the Atlantic for sometime in the future. Herb and Dorris had taken people on working vacations before, and if they ever do it again, I'd *LOVE* to sail with them, but I got the impression they're at least semi-retired. I really liked Dorris though. She's my kind of people. I could totally relate when she was complaining about people who tear down the old, huge, extended-family houses out there to put up new, single-family McMansions. She was telling us about the dairy farm they ran for a while to take a break from sailing too, where she named her cows after all the first ladies from Hillary on back, and told us with a smile that her one bull, Bill, was quite the stud. I also got a giggle out of her admission that on one trip, by the time they got to Burmuda, she wanted to drown her kids. heh. (It was much funnier and not at all cruel in context, trust me!) Good people, lovely boat, heavenly way to spend a few hours! We caught some good winds on the way back which made for a fun ride, even though we never quite got the rails wet. Pure bliss.
After our sail, we found a westward facing spot on a pier on Southport Island to watch the sunset. Artists, lobster rolls, sailing and still more staring out over the water. That definitely ranks up there on my list of very, very good days!
After dinner we went back to our room and used Craig's penlight to help us navigate down a dark path to the lakeside where we sat under the stars and the tree-filtered moonlight until we were freezing and called it a night.
We totally lucked out on this trip in so many ways. Our timing was perfect, and perfectly accidental since we'd set aside the vacation time originally to watch a shuttle launch and Maine was just Plan B. This was the end of tourist season and thus not crowded, plus great deals on lodging. We kept hearing about all these places we went that were going to be shut down for the season next weekend! If we had come just one weekend later... We also got a little lucky because of the economy. Maine's end of season tourism is not what it normally is, which sucks for Maine, but was good for us. Also, lobster sales are tanking. Again, that REALLY sucks for lobstermen, but we did our best to eat more than our share at the awesome market prices! You could buy a lobster on the dock for under $3/pound! The weather was perfect too. We have such great vacation luck!
We woke up in our hotel in Amsterdam eager to look out the window and actually see where we were, since we had arrived in the dark and rain and had NO CLUE what the area looked like. It was hilly and quaint and definitely full of autumn color. Very nice.
So we checked out of our hotel, and the guy at the front desk was ... different. He was part alternative, with silver plugs in his ears and painted black fingernails, ...and part Guido, with a silky shirt unbuttoned to almost his navel proudly showcasing his excessive chest hair and gold chains. Seemed nice enough just... ? Yeah.
So we haul our stuff out to the car and come back in to break fast in the hotel dining room. After being seated, we were silently gaping and taking in the ambiance. Craig says, "I think this place is totally retro without even trying to be." That summed it up. It was like what you'd expect a hotel restaurant to look like in the late 70s if they were trying to be classier than they were. heh. Even the clientèle looked retro. At one point Craig said to me, "We better get out of here before your hair poofs out." I was confused until he pointed out the frizzy perms on all the other ladies in there. It was crazy weird, but the food was good and cheap, and our waitress was super nice, poofy hair and all!
We got back on the road and gave the GPS a break while following the alternate route Craig plotted that would take us the scenic way through Vermont. It was wonderfully scenic too! It was mostly narrow two-lane roads twisting through the hills. I put on the traditional Irish music that we'd listened to on our trip to Ireland, and was completely transported back there. (My eyes leaked a little - that was such a perfect trip and I do LOVE Ireland!)
At one point, we were on this dirt road that seemed to end, so we turned, following what looked like the only road we could. We realized that we were off-route though, so we turned back around to find our mistake. That's when we found ourselves turning onto the craziest "road" we've ever been on. It was marked though, and part of our route according to our map; the road name was posted right next to a sign that said "closed seasonally". I swear this "road" was smaller and in far worse shape than most of the park paths I've walked. Craig was leaning over the steering wheel concentrating on navigating the Kia through all the wash-outs, and I was laughing hysterically at the ridiculousness of it. When we finally reached the end and turned back onto a real, paved road, there were two locals standing there talking and working on a car (I think). Here we were, two non-locals driving a four-door sedan out of the woods on this obscure little road, I'm laughing my fool head off and Craig was answering his cell phone. They stopped talking and just stared in total bewilderment as we drove by ...which made me laugh all the harder.
Let me tell you about Cook's Lobster House. YUM! We ate there once before when we were in Maine for Craig's brother's change of command ceremony, and I have very fond memories of the lobster casserole: lobster meat in a creamy white wine sauce with tender little mushrooms and a perfect bread-crumb topping. *drool* When I heard we'd be eating at Cook's, I knew I'd be ordering that again. It is one of the happiest foods I've ever had the pleasure of devouring!
So we ate and talked with Kathy and her son until the restaurant was almost empty. It was a lovely evening, watching the sunset from the ocean's edge with my truest love and bestest friend, gorging on lobster casserole, and trading stories with a couple of awesome people we don't get to see nearly enough. (For my own memories: "So, you want to go kayaking in about 45 minutes?" and "He was way too republican!" *L*)
After closing the restaurant, we drove to our hotel. Measuring point-to-point, our hotel was nineteen miles from the restaurant, but because we couldn't drive those nineteen miles across the water, it took us an hour to get there.
We stayed at the Beach Cove Resort in Boothbay Harbor. The hotel is under new management and had just been completely renovated, so we had a lovely little room that was freshly decorated, and we had a balcony over-looking the lake, which we got a lot of use out of the two nights we were there. We checked in kind of late and immediately went to sit out on the balcony with only moonlight to see by and a strong autumn wind blowing through the trees and the building's corridors. Snuggling together on that balcony under the stars for a while, not another person in site nor any sound other than the wind was the perfect end to a fabulous day.
We're sunburnt, still smiling, and thoroughly spent!
What an AWESOME TRIP!!!
*collapses*
(Details to come later after I've had time to sort through the pictures.)
I had this lovely post planned about how beautiful Vermont is and this crazy-hysterical off--roading road we took the poor Kia down today and watching the sunset in a little beach cove with my man and not a single other soul and about lobster casserole which is very likely the world's most awesome comfort food... *breathes*, but we're sitting on the balcony of our hotel room in the dark (but for the moon and our laptop screens) listening to the wind rustle the dry trees and roar through the corridors, and I'm just going to turn this stupid thing off now.
Good night.
My gypsy heart is flying today. I do love a road-trip. I love getting by with nothing but what you can carry with you, and I LOVE seeing new places! My mood today was so much better than it's been in months, maybe since our Yellowstone trip this spring. Total joy. I really and truly think that if I was on my own in life, I'd be living out of my car and never in one location for more than a month. Now, if I can just work out the logistics and then convince my husband to embrace the nomadic lifestyle... :)
It was a pretty uneventful day. Just driving today. Tomorrow should be more fun. Craig changed our route so we'll be driving through Vermont. He said, "I hear Vermont's lovely this time of year..." (Some of my peeps out there better get that reference! *L*) And we'll be in Maine far before the end of the day. In fact, we're meeting a friend of the family for dinner, so that'll be fun.
I wrote a Haiku about the first day of our trip:
I-90 weather
across three states without change-
when Lake Erie rains.
Ok. Now I have some pulltabs to play. :D (shifty-eyed look at Takarosa)
