Today one of my twin boys was sitting on the floor playing with his toys. The sunlight was coming through the windows in streams and I watched as this little boy put his hands up to the light and pulled them out and then put them back in the light. Then my son tried to grab a piece of the sun, not once but twice. I don’t know why but this touched my heart and brought back a memory of me as a four year old in my room running my fingers through the sunlight that appeared in one spot on my floor. There was something so sweet and innocent as I watched my one year old, close his fingers around the light and then open his hand closer to his face only to find that he could not actually take a piece of that magnificent light for his own.
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Guy Logic
So the other day I was not feeling that well and even ended up throwing up, I was miserable. Meanwhile my hubby was downstairs happily preparing himself some food knowing I was sick. I leaned over the stairway and asked in my weakest voice for some Vernors (my go to, sure to feel better drink of choice). “Sure” my husband replied “want some chicken nuggets too?”. I asked in my very least sarcastic voice “Did you just hear me getting sick?” “Yes…so do you want some?” he said innocently. I will just end this story here and mention that I did not eat any chicken nuggets.
My Own Stain Fighter!
With the job market the way it is and me as a temporary homemaker anything we can do to save some money here or there is always helpful in our house, so I decided to make my own spray for stain fighting. My bottle of Shout was almost empty and I had some powder OxiClean ready, two great products. I simply added some extra water mixed in a bunch of powder and shook the whole concoction up and placed it on the shelf so it would be ready to go.
As we ate our dinner I accidentally dropped a small droplet of salad dressing on my shirt…not to worry, I had my own stain fighter ready to go. I waited until after the babies were in bed, in case anything else was going to make its way on to my shirt and then headed into the laundry room to spray on my miracle liquid.
Well you can imagine my surprise when I reached for the bottle and saw it was increasing past two times its normal size and looked slightly explosive. I frantically called for my husband in my whispered scream of “OMG get down here now” (sleeping twins), who was flabbergasted at my “clever” idea and gave me a quick lecture on mixing chemicals as he suited up to open my now homemade explosive outside. I watched from the doorwall, waiting for something exciting… but only air escaped as the pressure was released. Of course I am glad no one was injured, but a little boom would have been cool too!
So my husband said I am not aloud to be economical in the laundry department anymore. Geez…I was only trying to help!
Ridiculous Road Rage
I have seen my share of arms flailing, brakes slamming, bumper driving, curse words exchanged and have heard horns pounding in many a different rhythm, and thank goodness it is not usually directed at me. I have on occasion, I am embarrassed to admit, given the finger to some cars and even spread my own foul language when someone, usually on a cell phone, almost collides with me. As far as the swearing goes…I am really trying to work on that now that I have the boys in the car.
Yesterday I was witness to the most ludicrous car rage. I hear the horn pounding and watch in the lane next to me as an SUV is swerving aggressively around a car with four people in it driving under the speed limit, yes that was their only crime as far as I could tell. I saw the arms moving in angry gestures by the SUV driver and I can only imagine the looks that were exchanged as the the SUV eventually sped off.
Just some random damage not caused by road rage but it could have been...
Why is this so crazy you ask? Well the car was clearly marked everywhere with the logo……wait for it………………STUDENT DRIVER! Um…..yeah lets give these drivers some courtesy and hope 1. – they are not traumatized forever and 2. – that they do not become jerks on the road like the SUV driver!
An Eyeball On My Windshield
Interesting title, right? This post is actually about deer. As I have mentioned on this blog, I live in Michigan and right now is hunting season, which nicely pushes the deer around and usually multiple carcases are passed by me a week on my daily commute to work. Back to the title….Up north I actually hit one of these animals as I was driving along minding my own business and then BAM..my airbag goes off and as I look scared out my windshield I see another creature freaking out just like me as it bounds up my hood and its face and more importantly eyeball mashes against my window. I will never forget that eyeball and the terrified look it conveyed, the deer did run off but I am told it did not make it that far. As for my car that was the end of it.
So back to present day. I used to think deer were cute….look there are some deer over there, frolicking on the side of the road, or munching on some grass. Now I think those damn deer are just waiting for a chance to run at my car, I am not kidding either, you rarely ever see them coming. I know several people that have deer incidents but with the front of the car…NO? The deer ram the door or skid off the rear bumper, they don’t even look where they are going which makes them all the more dangerous! It gets dark earlier now too, so during this dangerous deer ambush time I take it slow and easy and try not to let my heart jump when a sign reflects and I think it is eyes on the side of the expressway. It does not help there are woods everywhere. I have already passed a two car and a deer crash just this week. Keep your eyes open, those things are out to get us!
Just for fun here are a few other animals that have hit me:
1. On our way to the Upper Pennisula a bird flew into our windshield killing itself and yes I did shed a few tears because I care. I swore we were cursed but our trip was not a disaster and we actually had fun.
2. On my way home from a wedding over the weekend with my husband we were passing some wild turkeys on the road (Michigan, woods, you get the picture). Lucky us, one decided to fly (surprised me too.. as I normally just see them standing around). That is correct, it hit my hood and bounded into the windshield almost coming through, but it still managed to cover me in glass. WTF? (for those non text people…What the F**k!). I took my car to get the windshield replaced and I was told I was about the fifth turkey incident that month and they were even running a special for the occasion…….are you serious?
Any other bad animal luck out there? Careful people, those that are fun to look at, can often due the most harm……
Note: I swear I am a nature lover, sometimes they do not return it though.
Cell phone picture:
Oatmeal……??
So my twins have now been happily in this world for almost 7 months and I have been looking in the mirror for the last few months of that time wondering how much longer I can pull off the post pregnancy, I don’t have time to exercise or eat right weight. Okay some of it may have been creeping up on me since before I was pregnant but let us not focus on that. I would love the Nintendo Wii and the new Wii Fit game, I even tried to convince my husband it was cheaper than a gym membership, that was before I realized it most certainly is not ( I am still working on this though, a long shot but a girl has to dream). I must eat right and it is my understanding (from healthy people who love to share and they really do like to blab at you) that oatmeal is a good way to start your day. So now what…..for those of you thinking…”I thought this was going to be more focused on oatmeal”…warning it gets weird and gross before it gets better.
Growing up my brother and I often had turtles, assorted lizards and a snake (he was mine and his name was Inky-Dinky and he was awesome). Yes we had normal pets too: fish, dog the occasional stray cat that would winter with us and a skunk. Okay the skunk may not be normal for people living in the city (or anywhere now that I think about it) but somehow my brother brought home this de-scented poor skunk that we, of course, adopted and it lived with us for way over the normal life expectancy of your average skunk.
Hmm, how do you feed such an assortment of critters (back to the reptiles)..well having a live food source is a good start. That is right mealworms and what do mealworms need to survive….in my house it was oatmeal in a giant glass aquarium bowl under my brother’s bed. So as you can imagine oatmeal holds a very strange visual image in my mind, think Lost Boys and the rice with maggots. Now, mealworms are not that bad and they are not slimy or nasty in anyway but I can not stare at a bowl of oats without seeing a yellowish worm wiggling and munching (I don’t know if they really eat it) happily.
I have finally overcome (slightly or I am really tricking myself) this vision and am now enjoying the maple variety of oatmeal, yes health nutters maybe not the best for you but I am really giving it a go here. Perhaps I will venture into new flavors and then move on to the heart healthy kind, but I am thinking…baby steps for now.
The Game
I love hockey and could not wait for a kid free night out last Saturday to go to a Red Wings game. A babysitter (thank you mother in law) was called and we headed out for downtown. After a delay in traffic, thanks to construction on I-75, we finally made it to Detroit. The seats were great, about four rows up from the visitors bench and we actually made it on time (on time is crazy for parents of twins) for Ted Lindsay night and the anthem. I began to relax and enjoy a few beverages of the super size, costly and not kid friendly variety and was soon ready for a snack. I ventured out for some popcorn and decided to go for the large (to share of course). I was unhappy to realize that my popcorn was slightly burned, just enough to still be buttery but taste slightly off. I should have returned it right away but instead made my way back to my seat. Not two seconds later as I was munching on my dissappointment the couple in front of me showed up with a gorgeous bucket of delicious looking popcorn, so I had to look at their popcorn but taste mine….oh cruel, cruel vendors! We won the game in overtime (so sorry Rangers) and I enjoyed every minute (except for the popcorn) and listened to the crowd grumble about the lack of physical action which I totally agree with…..hockey should not be a figure skating show, it should be the toughest sport out there, like the good old days (Red Wings / Colorado Rivalry)! Note: this video is an extreme “good old days” but so worth a view even if you have seen it before…sorry Colorado fans!
Enjoy this picture snapped on my cell phone – quality is not the best, but always happy to share.
Ted Lindsay
My GPS Forgot, I Do Not Do Creepy Roads…..
So I headed up north this past weekend to do some fly fishing for salmon. I was excited to go and had dropped the boys with grandma for the weekend. My only concern was that I had to drive myself. I was meeting my hubby and other family members at the cabin, it was just me and my GPS hitting the road.
Everything was great, I was cruising along, a little later start than I wanted but no sense worrying. The sun began to go down, I knew a little of the route so I was not concerned except for the fact that I was now in deer country (all of Michigan is deer country but this spot is heavily concentrated, I have already lost one car to a deer). I was now gripping the steering wheel like an alcoholic grips a brown paper bag, me and the steering wheel were one and I was conscious of my face and body placement (hands at 10 and 2) in case an impact would deploy the air bag (again, I have already hit a deer and I love air bags but they do hurt, even though they save you). Finally getting close to the exit my GPS says just 14 more miles……but I pass a sign that looks familiar and I instantly think that the sign is the way I normally go but I travel on, I do not exit, instead I put all my faith into my GPS.
The next thing I know I am in the backwoods. If you read my last post I do not do well with creepy forest places with no artificial lighting in sight. The road was dirt and had the name followed by a number or county lane or something you do not normally see except in a horror movie or novel (or more likely up north), I struggled to keep the panic in and was sure any headlights behind me were people up to no good (yes there were houses sparadically placed but I was not thinking clearly), not to mention the images from “Wrong Turn” that kept popping in my head…..breath damn it, breath….calm yourself, there is no evil living dead creature blocking the road waiting to get hit and there is no way I am stopping, unlike in the movies I would not hit the brakes and go back to take a look………….hello!
My GPS was not wrong and it got me to my location unharmed. A normal person may even have thought the road was nice and enjoyed the scenery and maybe I would have as well……in the light of day. In the end it shaved some minutes from my arrival time and showed that I can travel up north as well as the next GPS dependant person ( I go by land marks not directions). The trip was a success and I brought home some salmon and the confident attitude that I can make it to most locations with perhaps an earlier start to extend my daylight driving.
My Crazy Fear….It is Halloween Time!
So my husband thinks I am afraid to go outside at night because of suspicious people. If only that were true, here comes the crazy part….. how do I explain to him or anybody else that I am really afraid there may be a werewolf, Mothman or other supernatural creature just waiting to pounce on me? Yes, I am an adult (I swear this part is true),…I know these unexplained creatures probably don’t exist and odds are I would have to be roaming some strange field or forest with a fog rolling in and creepy music to actually see one ( I would never be in one of those places alone) but that doesn’t stop me from thinking these things are out there. There are a lot of tress and bushes in my neighborhood that seem like good spots for ambush (any “would be” attackers reading this information please forget this last part), I just picture the horrible crashing noises and then some strange eyes rushing towards me with teeth. If only I had more faith in my dog, I’d give her a 50/50 chance of defending me, I’ve never been anything but nice to her, hope that calls for defense in a ”ghost” attack. It is funny but burglars or attackers never even crossed my mind until my hubby mentioned it, I guess I will have to add them to the list.
I really should not watch any television close to Halloween, they have the craziest shows and the Travel channel keeps adding fuel to my imagination. I know I am a mom now but I still freak out now and then. I would gladly throw myself in a wolf’s chompers to save my kids, but…I hope it never comes to that. I am crazy……I know! *sigh*
