Mar 30, 2009
Monday Again
Mar 27, 2009
Throwing Stuff
When my dad was growing up, he was one of four kids. He had an older brother and sister, himself and his baby sister. He was a real smart kid and attended first grade when he was only four years old; he graduated at the mere age of 16! In the meantime while growing up he spent his summers at home on the farm, playing with a best friend named Louie.
Louie was a preachers kid or a "pk" for short; he too grew up on a farm and was always loading his pockets with "throwing stuff".
Now as I can recall....."throwing stuff" is just about anything that can be stuffed in your pockets, hurtled at a target, used to stave off a pretend attacker or foe, and is easily picked up on a walk or a hike.
My dad and Louie found lots of "throwing stuff" in their youth; the most memorable ones stand out very boldly in my mind......so off we go on this little journey. Try to picture two gangly kids with big ears, freckles and knobby knees. Of course their pockets would be loaded with stuff and usually came in the door 5 minutes after they had arrived.
Dad and Louie would play "Cowboys & Indians" and of course you'd need "ammo" to keep whichever foe at bay. So they'd pick up rocks, lizards, pits from fruit, road apples and so on; they once found an old hens nest on the far reaches of Louie's farm. Now how long the nest had been there is a big question, since the "gag factor" really plays into this part.....because apparently the nest wasn't a new one.
The nest had been there for quite some time.....Ol Louie had found about 4 eggs, and thought he'd break the first one by throwing it at the nearest tree to find out the contents......he did break it and then proceeded to throw up! Dad said the smell was pretty gag-a-rific, a 9.5 on the stink-O-meter..... the smell of a 3 year old rotten egg gave off a heavy sulfuric perfume that permeated the air, your clothes, hair and so on. How hilarious could that have been??
Well, dad and Louie proceeded to break the other three eggs left in the nest....probably a big mistake, because by that time Louie's mom had found the boys and needed them to do a couple of chores around the house.
The look of shock and terror on her face due to the smell of both boys, the dog, their clothes and hair was a thing not to be missed! Dad faintly recalls that her eyes crossed, the hair on her head stood up and waved back and forth like a white flag and folks this woman was a "pw" preacher's wife, who found almost every cuss word known to man!!! She proceeded to drag both boys into the old washtub used for bathing the dog, and scrubbed them until she felt the smell was erased.....and it was until the boys fell in the crick and got wet all over again!
Evidently, rotten eggs have the same reconstituted strength as a skunk's
spray!!!! So each time my dad or Louie got close to water, the smell of rotten eggs would permeate the entire household, as for the "throwing stuff" well, they made sure from then on what it was exactly and the stink factor it could possibly produce?! Dad said his "throwing stuff" days were fast coming to an end.
Louie was a preachers kid or a "pk" for short; he too grew up on a farm and was always loading his pockets with "throwing stuff".
Now as I can recall....."throwing stuff" is just about anything that can be stuffed in your pockets, hurtled at a target, used to stave off a pretend attacker or foe, and is easily picked up on a walk or a hike.
My dad and Louie found lots of "throwing stuff" in their youth; the most memorable ones stand out very boldly in my mind......so off we go on this little journey. Try to picture two gangly kids with big ears, freckles and knobby knees. Of course their pockets would be loaded with stuff and usually came in the door 5 minutes after they had arrived.
Dad and Louie would play "Cowboys & Indians" and of course you'd need "ammo" to keep whichever foe at bay. So they'd pick up rocks, lizards, pits from fruit, road apples and so on; they once found an old hens nest on the far reaches of Louie's farm. Now how long the nest had been there is a big question, since the "gag factor" really plays into this part.....because apparently the nest wasn't a new one.
The nest had been there for quite some time.....Ol Louie had found about 4 eggs, and thought he'd break the first one by throwing it at the nearest tree to find out the contents......he did break it and then proceeded to throw up! Dad said the smell was pretty gag-a-rific, a 9.5 on the stink-O-meter..... the smell of a 3 year old rotten egg gave off a heavy sulfuric perfume that permeated the air, your clothes, hair and so on. How hilarious could that have been??
Well, dad and Louie proceeded to break the other three eggs left in the nest....probably a big mistake, because by that time Louie's mom had found the boys and needed them to do a couple of chores around the house.
The look of shock and terror on her face due to the smell of both boys, the dog, their clothes and hair was a thing not to be missed! Dad faintly recalls that her eyes crossed, the hair on her head stood up and waved back and forth like a white flag and folks this woman was a "pw" preacher's wife, who found almost every cuss word known to man!!! She proceeded to drag both boys into the old washtub used for bathing the dog, and scrubbed them until she felt the smell was erased.....and it was until the boys fell in the crick and got wet all over again!
Evidently, rotten eggs have the same reconstituted strength as a skunk's
spray!!!! So each time my dad or Louie got close to water, the smell of rotten eggs would permeate the entire household, as for the "throwing stuff" well, they made sure from then on what it was exactly and the stink factor it could possibly produce?! Dad said his "throwing stuff" days were fast coming to an end.
Mar 24, 2009
Down a New Road
See this road? Up until 3 months ago, I had thought taking a "Home Care Workers" class was kind of a great idea. In fact, I really enjoy talking to our elderly, spending time with them is a very valuable experience.
So today, while cleaning my kitchen the phone rang; and a voice on the other end wanted to know if I had an independent worker number? I said yes, I do. She asked if I would come and interview with her this afternoon and meet the lady I would be looking after? Long story short; I start next Wednesday for my daytime shift and then work Saturdays and Sundays 4:30 - 8:30 p.m. Fortunately, the lady I look after is sweet as can be, not fussy and an easy management. A great thing to happen to me!
So I am really looking forward to starting my new position!!! The great thing is income on the side coming in and it doesn't interfere with my regular job at the Salon!! Wish me luck.....I've just about told everyone I can think of in my imediate family.....they're all pleased as punch for me.
So today, while cleaning my kitchen the phone rang; and a voice on the other end wanted to know if I had an independent worker number? I said yes, I do. She asked if I would come and interview with her this afternoon and meet the lady I would be looking after? Long story short; I start next Wednesday for my daytime shift and then work Saturdays and Sundays 4:30 - 8:30 p.m. Fortunately, the lady I look after is sweet as can be, not fussy and an easy management. A great thing to happen to me!
So I am really looking forward to starting my new position!!! The great thing is income on the side coming in and it doesn't interfere with my regular job at the Salon!! Wish me luck.....I've just about told everyone I can think of in my imediate family.....they're all pleased as punch for me.
Mar 22, 2009
I have no idea what this lump on the beach is; but this is EXACTLY how I feel!! Kinda "spongy" actually.....feeling like a mack truck ran over my face, teeth, head, brain maybe my whole body even!! So I tried some "home remedies"; I ate Wasabi flavored Almonds, that kinda helped....then I ate a MoonPie, it tasted great, had some Sierra Mist, and an antihistamine, slept on 2 pillows, wheezed a lot and needed lots of tissues!! Tomorrow? Heck who knows what I may not accomplish.....I did accomplish breaking the nose piece off of my only prescription pair of glasses!!! Till then....I'll just keep breathing like my lungs depend on it hee hee
Mar 20, 2009
Clothing Fiasco's and more.......
Yesterday, I blogged about opening my closet and bursting into tears;
and then making the mistake of looking in my sweater cabinet as well!! Big Boo Boo on my part.
Today at lunch time I had a chance to catch up with comments on my dashboard; many people commented on what was their "problematic" areas, their pet peeves and of course, the showing off of "cleavage"!!
So skipping into cleavage, I personally don't have that problem thankfully; I do however have a small spare tire when I button my jeans! I am doing my best to alieviate the problem.....walking and laying off those awesome cheeseburgers at the local diner. More importantly, my eating pattern gets better and I eat lighter and better meals. The "spare tire" goes away when I stand up, kinda like tucking in some fat when your jeans are too big??? Have you ever tried that? It's kinda fun-ny; actually not really but the idea is hilarious!!
When my daughter was little, she really didn't like the clothes that were available; truthfully I didn't either. They made little girls look provacative, and too grown up in a lot of different ways!! So together she and I decided that we would buy only shirts and jeans that didn't "show off" anything uneccesarily other than two skinny little arms and some knobby little knees! They were cute little knees too. I feel that may have backfired on her father and I somewhat; now she's phobic about stretched out necklines, showing too much skin even in the hottest Summer weather; yet she'll wear a bikini when she scuba dives with her aunt and uncle!!!! Shorts have to be below the knee, like those hideous "old man" bermuda shorts and of course her shoes are all tennis shoes.....Converse tennis shoes that makes her feet look like water skiis!!!
I know that somewhere in her sweet brilliant mind: there is a beautiful, smart girly girl dying to break out of those bermuda shorts, Converse tennis shoes, t-shirts with sayings or skater images. Somewhere in my beautiful daughter she really wants to apply make-up and have her brows waxed...........YEAH RIGHT. Gotta love that girl anyway.
and then making the mistake of looking in my sweater cabinet as well!! Big Boo Boo on my part.
Today at lunch time I had a chance to catch up with comments on my dashboard; many people commented on what was their "problematic" areas, their pet peeves and of course, the showing off of "cleavage"!!
So skipping into cleavage, I personally don't have that problem thankfully; I do however have a small spare tire when I button my jeans! I am doing my best to alieviate the problem.....walking and laying off those awesome cheeseburgers at the local diner. More importantly, my eating pattern gets better and I eat lighter and better meals. The "spare tire" goes away when I stand up, kinda like tucking in some fat when your jeans are too big??? Have you ever tried that? It's kinda fun-ny; actually not really but the idea is hilarious!!
When my daughter was little, she really didn't like the clothes that were available; truthfully I didn't either. They made little girls look provacative, and too grown up in a lot of different ways!! So together she and I decided that we would buy only shirts and jeans that didn't "show off" anything uneccesarily other than two skinny little arms and some knobby little knees! They were cute little knees too. I feel that may have backfired on her father and I somewhat; now she's phobic about stretched out necklines, showing too much skin even in the hottest Summer weather; yet she'll wear a bikini when she scuba dives with her aunt and uncle!!!! Shorts have to be below the knee, like those hideous "old man" bermuda shorts and of course her shoes are all tennis shoes.....Converse tennis shoes that makes her feet look like water skiis!!!
I know that somewhere in her sweet brilliant mind: there is a beautiful, smart girly girl dying to break out of those bermuda shorts, Converse tennis shoes, t-shirts with sayings or skater images. Somewhere in my beautiful daughter she really wants to apply make-up and have her brows waxed...........YEAH RIGHT. Gotta love that girl anyway.
Mar 15, 2009
Rain and Wet Days
It's raining its pouring the old man is snoring;
he bumped his head when he fell outta bed, and now he
can't get up in the morning!
Rain rain go away
come back again
some other day!
April showers bring
May flowers,
what do May flowers bring?
Seeds, birds, dust pollen,
red itchy eyes, lots of hayfever,
tons of tissues, AND people tooting in
their pants and ripping out the seams!!!!!
I am REALLY looking forward to Spring!!!
How about you????
Mar 13, 2009
Finally Friday
It's Friday......Finally!!! So I'm taking the advice of my "sunbathing" Tessie here in this picture! I am taking the weekend off from blogging, drama issues with co-workers, I am even turning my cell phone off and hiding it in the dishwasher!!! HHmmmm, maybe not the dishwasher...but instead the linen closet.....less likely to hear the buzzing of the phone
???!!! Hope you all have a great weekend.....I'm going "yard- sale-ing" tomorrow and lay around on my backside breathing in air!!! Til Monday see you then ~Teresa~
???!!! Hope you all have a great weekend.....I'm going "yard- sale-ing" tomorrow and lay around on my backside breathing in air!!! Til Monday see you then ~Teresa~
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