Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Leapin' Lizards


Help! There’s a lizard in my bathroom…

No fooling. There’s a lizard in my bathroom, an armadillo in the backyard and an alligator in the marsh. What’s a girl to do?

This lizard in the bathroom, he looks pretty scared. In fact, he leaped up on the wall…now I know where the comic book term “Leaping lizards” originates.

They do leap. Then he scrunched down, with his two left legs holding his body perpendicular to the wall, and he folded his right legs against his body so that I couldn’t see them, as if he was trying to fit into a tight hiding space. Of course, green against white tile is hard to miss.

I don’t want to hurt him, but I would like him outside. Last time, I chased a lizard with a book and a garbage pail to the door. It didn’t work very well, the lizard almost had a heart attack it was freaking out so much, and I only did it because the lizard was close to the door any way. This time “he” is a room away from the door.

Any advice on how to get a lizard out of your bathroom? I’d love to hear from you…

PS. Miss Cindy who cooks in the house here told me there is a way to pick up baby lizards where they literally freeze and you can “clip” them on to your ear. A country girl’s trick, she said. Well, I’ve got too much city in me to try it…

Monday, March 24, 2008

Welcome!

bubba-ette
From Urban Dictionary.com:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bubba-ette


The female of the southern species, Bubba. Able to rebuild the engine of your GMC dualie pickup.May often go by the nickname Sugar, Darlin' or Moley. Once saved, may be addressed as Holey Moley.


My name is Leslie and I am becoming a bubba-ette. I'm writing this blog to tell my story...


Two years ago, I was leading the high-flying urban lifestyle of a single New York City based career woman living on the Upper East Side of New York. Not exactly "Sex in the City," but I was having fun. You see, I love New York City and all it has to offer.

I love to attend classical music concerts in Carnegie Hall.
I love to listen to the blues downtown.
I love to skate at Rockefeller Center.
I love to swing dance outside at Lincoln Center.
I love to eat Greek food in Astoria.
I love to sunbathe at Brighton Beach while eating Russian specialities I bought on the street.
I love the bright lights, big city.

Just when I had everything going...I met a Southern boy and fell in love. Well, actually we met 12 years ago and that was in a business context and it wasn't love, it was just professional compatibility. But that's another story...

So, now I'm in love and in process of adjusting to life in the Low Country, which for those of you who do not know, is in South Carolina. I live in a place where, if I want to grab a cup of coffee with a friend, I have to drive 35 minutes. I am in the middle of nowhere...

The changes are dramatic: from North to South; from urban to rural; from single to engaged, about to be married to a man who has 4 grown children. I will become a kind of grandmother without having been a mother.

I invite you to come here regularly to hear the sometimes funny, sometimes painful, always amusing stories of the transition from a city girl to a Southern bubba-ette.