Monday, March 20, 2017

Traveling is for the Brave

Well I am back home all safe and sound from the trip of stress.
(Fretting about the Trip)
It is amazing how so many awful things and so many pleasant things can share the same weekend because life is like the weather these days...it is totally unpredictable.
Like the random way Philadelphia people use their horns.
Randomly = All The Time!
Not always AT you but you're never sure because they surround you.
My son says that they are not mad at all, that the horn for Philadelphia residents is just one of the main tools for driving.
They don't think about "Come on get going", "I gotta get to work" or "What's the hold up?", they verbalize those sentiments with their horns.
It would seem to me that the car horn in Philadelphia has a very large vocabulary and speaks as many as 6 languages.

Back to the trip.

Not having Scrooge McDuck rooms full of money to play in, my husband and I had to fly economy class.
Well. no, that is too nice.
We flew in 'the economy is dead so you could be walking this trip so get over it class'.
What we paid for were the very last two seats of the plane which were smaller than the other economy seats (I measured), they did not recline (I tried), had no window (I looked), no moveable arm rests (I wrestled and pushed) and we were one thin sheet of aluminum and some textured wallpaper away from the giant loud, screachy, vibrating engine that is tacked on to the back of the plane with duck tape (I can only guess) but I had no window of my own so I couldn't really know for sure but I tried to look and be sure when I peaked through the window of the lady in front of me, which was not really helpful because she had big hair and all I could see was the front 4 inches of the engine but that is a good thing because it prevented me from watching the tragedy that would occur if said engine decided to fall off in mid flight (It didn't).
I sat there pondering my situation while we waited for maintenance to fix the phones the flight attendants use to talk to each other which took 40 minutes of buckled in can't go anywhere waiting because my husband and I are right next to one of the repairmen.


Flight Phone Fixer Upper Guy

This was AFTER waiting 40 minutes in the terminal for our flight hasn't arrived yet delay.
They finally finished and we took off.
Then came the turbulence.
THE ENTIRE FLIGHT.
I spent 80 longer than normal minutes white knuckling the back of the seat in front of me, making the seat occupant extremely nervous while holding on to my barf bag and praying that the trip was almost over now....NOW....How 'bout NOW?!
I have been seasick before and that is the worst kind of nausea compared to everything.
Well I was in a high seas AirBoat, wondering if I really loved anybody so much as to endure this plane ride.

I do.

Barely.


One of the people I love enough to go through this flight.

And did I mention...
The turbulence lasted THE ENTIRE FLIGHT!
Sheesh.


Barf Bag. Maybe She Will. Maybe She Won't.

I could barely walk off the plane.
Heck, I could barely walk for the next 4 hours.
No more cheap seats for me.
My husband sat supportive but unfazed and fine through out the whole nightmare.
I don't want to talk about that.
So unless you have rooms full of money or a steel stomach, maybe a nice drive with a loud horn will get you where you need to be.

Thanks for being here.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

What's Up With Cats?

Cats.
They are either adored or despised for the most part.
I, however, am on the fence about them.
They, like us humans, have good points and bad points.
But MY cats actually have no point, except to be adorable and remind me every minute of every day that I am in THEIR kingdom and need to be aware of that fact in every one of those minutes.
For example:
Today I was refilling the cat dish with dry cat food.
As per usual.
For some reason both my cats will immediately come running when they hear the food pinging against the glass bowl, but it is the exact same food that has been in the dish since 1 minute ago.
The dish was not even m o s t l y empty.
It was, by any human estimation, m o s t l y full.
I was just topping it off.
The one cat, Meow-meow, came running and ate with wild abandon.
As a starving cat might do.
The other cat, Mongo, ate a bit and then went back to her sleeping spot like it was really no big deal and she was doing me a favor by pretending the food was worthy of her sniff.
Point of the story is that I leave to put up some laundry, gone for 4 minutes max, come back and step in something squishy.
Meow-meow had thrown up a huge pile of scarfed up, undigested cat food.
What the heck?
Was I mad?
Kinda...because I stepped in it and...
Yes...because I now had another mess to clean up and...
No...because I can totally relate.
I know you know what I mean because we have all just survived Girl Scout Cookie season.
You get a box of your favorites and open them with the intention of eating 3 maybe 4 cookies at the most because they have to last till next season, but the next thing you know there are only 2 cookies left in the sleeve and you might as well eat those because they will just get stale.
What has just happened?
I just behaved like a cat.
Without the puke and run sequence.
That is why I am on the fence.
Cats drive me crazy but they so get me.
And you are not gonna believe this, but as I type this sentence, I can hear Meow-meow back at her food dish, crunching and chomping away, trying to fill up the empty tummy she just created.
I gotta find her a job.

Thank-you for being here.


Mongo and Meow-meow on top of the warm dryer wondering if the bowl of cat food is really as full as it gets.



Monday, February 27, 2017

Fretting about the Trip

I really don't mind getting older.
It has been my destiny for many decades now.
But there is no way to adequately prepare for some of the inevitables.
Like traveling.
My husband and I will soon be flying, on a plane, to go visit my son who, in my mind, is living in a far off place riddled with barely enough food, only cold places to sleep and bad guys waiting behind every shadow.
Just kidding.
It's only up north and in reality he is well taken care of.
But I have to be certain...and the only way to get there and check in a timely fashion is to fly.
On an airplane.
In the sky.
With only one tiny suitcase.
But what about all the stuff I need?
-Like my favorite blanket?
-Or my favorite pillow?
-The foot lotion?
-My book that I started and want to finish but probably won't?
-The giant, fluffy coat that would keep a polar bear toasty but I can only wear for about 15 minutes because I get too hot but when it's cold outside there is nothing better?
-The entire bedside table full of things I need sometimes, but not all the time, but can only sleep because I know they are there if I need them because if I do need them and don't have them then I have to get out of bed to get them and I will be up all night because the wood floor is cold on my feet and wakes me totally up with a jolt and then after I get the needed thing and get back to bed I'm grumpy-sleeping which is not restful at all only because I wasn't prepared enough which is what will happen when I take this trip because I can't bring everything I might need and the stuff I do bring is all the wrong stuff and so I spend a week worrying about how to not worry and try to plan ahead so that I actually DO bring the right stuff and by the time we leave I am exhausted and wonder if this is really a good idea, but this is my son and he needs me?
Not really.
He's a full grown man/boy and doesn't need anything except extra cash.
All the time.
But once I get somewhere I am always/usually/rarely glad I got out of the house.
It just takes so much planning and preparation (H) though because the body does whatever it feels like doing anyway no matter where or who you are and you never know what will be necessary due to the fact that traveling magnifies all the needs of the human body and old people already get a bad rap for existing.
All this stress so I can just try and NOT be a typical old person.
But I'm going anyway.
I will be brave, traveling light and feeling vulnerable
Off (in every sense of the word) I go into the wild blue yonder.


Thanks for being here.

Here is a quote from 'What About Bob' that sums up my brain today:
Bob Wiley: Well, I get dizzy spells, nausea, cold sweats, hot sweats, fever blisters, difficulty breathing, difficulty swallowing, blurred vision, involuntary trembling, dead hands, numb lips, fingernail sensitivity, pelvic discomfort.
Dr. Leo Marvin: So the real question is, what is the crisis Bob? What is it you're truly afraid of?
Bob Wiley: What if my heart stops beating? What if I'm looking for a bathroom, I can't find it, and... my bladder explodes?

OR:

This quote from 'The Jerk':
Navin R. Johnson: Well I'm gonna to go then! And I don't need any of this. I don't need this stuff, and I don't need you. I don't need anything. Except this.
[picks up an ashtray]
Navin R. Johnson: And that's the only thing I need is this. I don't need this or this. Just this ashtray... And this paddle game. - The ashtray and the paddle game and that's all I need... And this remote control. - The ashtray, the paddle game, and the remote control, and that's all I need... And these matches. - The ashtray, and these matches, and the remote control, and the paddle ball... And this lamp. - The ashtray, this paddle game, and the remote control, and the lamp, and that's all I need. And that's all I need too. I don't need one other thing, not one... I need this. - The paddle game and the chair, and the remote control, and the matches for sure. Well what are you looking at? What do you think I'm some kind of a jerk or something! - And this. That's all I need.

Both are an accurate summation of my brain function.
Thanks again.


Young me on a trip when all I needed was my dog and a walking stick.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Apparently I Am Becoming An Insect.

Being wintertime here in the South, there are not so many insects showing their faces in the mostly cold weather.
T h a n k goodness.
EXCEPT ....
FACT --->>> THERE 200 MILLION INSECTS FOR EVERY HUMAN ON THE PLANET!! <<<---- That seems to be an extraordinarily large number of bugs! Especially since the last time I checked I had way more extermination products, including frogs, than I had bug salons and bug coffee shops. I must say that I am actually grateful for most bugs though. Butterflies, bumblebees, praying mantises, flies, tics and fire ants are all here for a reason. Just kidding. Flies, tics and fire ants are really just miniature monsters from an alien planet and their main reason is to help us understand bug related paranoia with perfect clarity.
Even spiders are not that bad.
After all, most of us have a soft spot for Spiderman.
Maybe because he has a penchant for helping people.
Well, maybe, but Spiderman is still a weird little adorable freak to me.
Anyway...
Speaking of bugs...
For Christmas I got this microfiber towel.


Microfiber Christmas Towel....Of doom.

Are you already ahead of me on this...?
Dadgummit but those things should be banned from the planet
Even after lotioning, my hands apparently have those little insect nubs that attach to every single surface when I use that towel.
The towel turns me into a bug.
I hate it.
It creeps me out.
This also happens to me with some sheets and blankets and my rarely shaved winter legs.
(If you regularly shave your legs in winter then I am afraid that we cannot be friends, unless you live in a tropical climate then I am just jealous and will not hold it against you.)
I sleepily turn over and there is this scraping, snaggy sensation that makes me feel like my body is trying to get unstuck from fly paper.
Then I become fully awake and sleep eludes me.
It is the same entomological affliction that affects my hands and a certain kind of towel.
It is unnerving...and totally weird, unless you belong to one of yours and mine 200,000,000 crunchy, exoskeletoned acquaintances.
But then is it really t h a t weird?
What if it were a real transformation?
Wouldn't hanging on the ceiling at the Dr's office or climbing a wall at the mall to get past some slow moving lollygaggers be a hoot?
But alas, so far it is just my imagination run amok because of some linens.
HA!
It's gonna be a great year.

Anybody need a holiday towel?


Thanks for being here.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Turtle Rescuer.

My parents taught me early that turtles should be rescued off of roads.
My father loved to drive.
So much so that his next older brother and he compared odometer readings and monthly mileage totals on a regular basis.
Needless to say, but I'll say it anyway, we had lots of family turtle rescue time together.
And even though I personally am not crazy about driving, I taught my children to rescue turtles too.
Turtles are not slow moving road targets and there are no points given for roadkill, so it is often neccessary to speed up the road crossing process just because.
I have even blogged about it before.
See: s l o w l y...I... g e t...i t.
Here in the country we either have LOTS of extra wildlife that don't understand traffic and death or we have a lot of heartless people who go out of the way to run over critters that wander on to or get to close to the road.
My husband once saw a truck purposefully veer over to the edge of the road to hit a puppy.
Maybe there is a tenth level of hell for people like that.
Now don't get me wrong, I have accidentally hit some wildlife that I just didn't see or just couldn't avoid due to traffic and it ruins your whole day, week, decade, life.
You think of 'it' now and again and get that same nauseous, creeped out, pale, parched feeling in your bones.
The 'what have I done' somberness takes over no matter when it happened.
Yuck.
How did I get to this dark place so quickly??

Sheesh.

Anyway...
We are Turtle Rescuers!
Happiness!
So to celebrate the ability to give a little something back to the crumbling eco-system I thought I would share a video a friend took of my son rescuing a SNAPPING turtle.
Yes, you read me correctly.
Not some cute little box turtle, a LARGE, HEAVY, GRUMPY, SNAPPY snapping turtle.
The turtle in this video might have been trying to commit suicide it was so mad, but my son would not let it become a spot in the road.
A turtle hero to some....
Please enjoy.



Not the usual turtle rescue, but a documented turtle rescue.
Such a brave, brave human.
Such a big, BIG turtle.
But a turtle of any size or kind is still a turtle.

Thanks for being here.

I thank you and turtles thank you.

P.S. For those with sensitive ears there is a human swear near the end. The turtle was most probably cussing too, like crazy highway reptiles do, but many Americans can't speak turtle so I did not feel the need to warn you of that. :)


Monday, October 17, 2016

The Book.

I am blogging about a book today.
My book!
No...Our book - I had a lot of help.


Cover photo from the Chipmunk Book by My Sister, My Daughter and ME!

It is published and available on Amazon (also in a few independent book stores).
Skillfully illustrated, Silly beyond measure and Selling like hotcakes.
Well...2 out of 3 of those things.
The book was in rough draft, ready for printing and sitting around the house for about 20 years but when I noticed the number on my last birthday I finally got the gumption and financial backing (thanks Auntie) to share it with other humans.
Publishing was complete 4 months ago.

Sooooo...I have now worked up the courage to tell you guys about it!
Well 'worked' is a bit of a stretch.
--Courage and Motivation actually provided by:
a sink full of dirty dishes that begged me to do anything else, 6 loads of laundry that screamed to be left alone and a bag full of peanut M&M's.

So if you need a chuckle from some silly illustrated jokes or feel the hankering to boost the self esteem of a fellow human, please do so by buying and sharing 1 or 2 or 40 of my delightful Chipmunk Books!!
Please know I am/will be grateful beyond measure and thank-you from the bottom of my heart and blog.

Chipmunk Book Link HERE or just click this Chiplink *

Thanks for being here!

*Chiplink is a made up word because I thought it was kinda funny at the time and because there is A LOT of sugar in peanut M&M's.
Sugar makes a whole lot of mildly humorous things hilarious!
The book is actually quite funny and no sugar was harmed or excessively consumed in the making of this book, so I am confident that you will indeed find it amusing!

Thanks again!

Monday, September 19, 2016

The camera adds...

Vacation was fabulous!
That sentence implies fun, relaxation and...pictures!
Except no.
No pictures.
Except of wildlife, other nature things, some family and of course the grand baby.


Fabulous.

The above grandbaby vacation photo is unaltered and authentic.
No flaws in the picture.
No flaws in real life.

Some people just have the gift of being photogenic.

But as the human body ages, strange things start happening.
At least in my human body.
Deep, long untanned lines appear in random places.
The cellulite population runs amok and completely spawns a new universe on the thighs and arms.
Hairs begin to grow arbitrarily and instantly in places you once thought were safe.
Cookies, from days gone by, that needed to be enjoyed right then with a cold glass of milk now reside right under the mammary glands who have both agreed to retire to the sunny southern hemisphere of the body and be neighborly with the resident cookies.
And all these badges of aging show up in bright, living, noticeable color on the vacation pictures.
Every dadgum one of them.
Every one.
Hollywood says the camera adds 10 pounds.
iPhone camera's add anywhere from 10-55 pounds.
Give or take.
Mostly give.

For example:

This is an iPhone photo of an 6lb. 11 inch long Lobster.


Just kidding.
It's a crawdad that is 3 inches long...at most... and probably weighs 1 ounce.
M a y b e an ounce and a half.

THAT is what vacation pictures do!
Every time people!
.....and you thought I was gonna show you a real vacation picture of myself.
Haha!
You guys crack me up!
Maybe one day.
But today is not that day!
Well...
OK...
Since you guys are so good to me and keep reading my blog....




What a great vacation!

Thank-you snapchat.
Thank-you family.
Thank-you for loving each other just like we are.
Badges and all!!

Thanks for being here!

Monday, August 29, 2016

Well, That's Refreshing???

The outdoor temperature is so incredibly hot here.
Thank goodness fall is right around the calendar corner.
The only remedies I know of to get through hot sweaty days are air conditioning, sweet tea on ice, cold water through a straw and ICE CREAM!
Well, some ice cream.


Frog Spit?

What have I been missing all my life?
Frog Spit for one...
There are truck loads of frogs and toads, right out my front door, that sing beautifully in the evenings and eat lots of bugs, (activities that require copious amounts of saliva I am assuming) but I have never once thought of freezing and licking their spit.
The family dog licked a toads back once and started tripping (yes, in every illegal drug sense of the word), and foaming at the mouth.
It was terrifying.
So licking anything amphibian has never been on the family bucket list.

The penguin on the box also throws me off a bit.
Frogs and penguins usually aren't pals or even environmental neighbors are they?
Since penguins are known to prefer the cold, I can only surmise that the penguin was added just so I would not make the mistake of thinking Frog Spit was juice?
Ewwww.
I just imagined a front door frog drooling on my stoop and gagged myself a little.
But someone had to try the first mushroom or the first glass of milk...
So I shall boldly go where...no one I know has gone before and see if Frog Spit is palpable....
Here goes....
I'm stalling....
Wait for it...


Frog Spit Taste Test

The results are in:

Delicious!
Refreshing!
Who knew?
Not me...till just now.
Delightful!

I'm too excited about this.
It's like I discovered a new animal species or proof of life on other planets.
What a doofus.
I think the heat is getting to me.
I need to cool down with more Frog Spit...

Thanks for being here!

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

A Freaky Walk in the Woods.

As a follower of my blog, you are possibly aware that I sometimes like to post 'things' about nature and my participation in it.
Well today, thanks to the creativity and restlessness of nature, I would like to share one more of those 'things'.

Yesterday, my lovely daughter and I plus our 4 dogs,
(4, count them, 4 dogs who have absolutely no business being mentioned on this blog post because they spent the entire day just doing random dog things, none of which was protection mode stand offs or scary growling at upcoming perils or even toothy barking because they sensed the presence of creepiness ahead),
started out on a lovely walk in the woods...
and then the humans noticed this....


AAAaaaaawwwwww!!!!! Zombie Apocalypse!!!


AAaaarrrgghhh!!! Stop with the Zooming!!!


Make it Stop !!! Too Close!! Too Close!

I am in the woods every ordinary, freaking, non-zombie day and have never noticed this zombie/skull head staring at me before.
It's eyes followed me until I turned a bend on the path all the while I'm calling out the possibilities of classification and trying to seem nonchalant to my daughter.
But I was obviously rattled and a bit panicked when my daughter gently calmed me by yelling telling me to, "STOP IT! Its just a rock or a piece of junk and besides, it looks more like a C3PO (Star Wars) head in the dirt than a skull or a zombie".
So now I am a nervous, rock-junk-droid hating moron in her eyes as well as in the hollowed out eye sockets of the mostly dead, scary, lurking, droid-type, forest zombie with dinner on its mind, because I just kept walking.
Much faster walking, but no running for cover or brain preservation movement at all.
And the dogs noticed n o t h i n g !
Oh yes, I could have crossed the creek and checked it out, but why take a chance?
I had 4 self absorbed, treat munching, drool machine dogs and a lovely daughter to protect.
In my mind.
Nothing worse or more ineffectual than a startled, struggling, picture taking "cause no one will believe me", droid-type, forest zombie hater who panics and can't climb trees or run fast enough human that makes protection of anything a moot point.
I was also assuming that we were mostly safe because zombies can't cross water.
Or is that ghosts?
Or demons?
Not sure.
Don't care.
No sleeping for a week!

I made it home and wanted to share this with you before things get ugly.
Well, uglier.
I'll let you know if I am brave enough for an update.

Thanks for being here.


BRAVE UPDATE:

Today, I got brave.
Went back to the woods to face the droid forest zombie and show him or her who's boss.

Silly me.
The forest zombie head was just a piece of junk thrown down a hill a bunch of years ago, sent to haunt me in this present day.
Stupid garbage + Stupid zombies = A sleepless 24 hours of fabulous speculation and imagination.


Zombie Garbage

Thanks again for being here.
With your intact brain...and eyeballs in your eye sockets.

“Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland