Someone would have to die I think. OH MY!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Fatherly Advice
“What is that smell? You stink!” My dad exclaimed as we were driving down the road. I look at him in shock. “What? I just took a shower. It’s not me, you’re the one who was working outside before we left, it’s you?” We went on like this for a few minutes until I realized it was me. Oh the horror!! I asked my dad to smell my hand to see if that’s what he smelt. He said “Oh my word yes. What is that?” I started laughing because right before we left, I cut fresh garlic. He turned to me and said, “A word of advice, don’t cut fresh garlic before you go out on a date unless you want to repel the guy.” Oh my gosh did we ever laugh about that for a very long time. But then it got me thinking...could this be my problem? EEK! I don’t even want to know.
Cleanse
I have this friend who is doing a cleanse. It seemed interesting to me. So I checked it out and got all the stuff for this amazing natural cleanse. It didn’t seem like it was going to be that bad. I found the instructions on line. They call it the Lemon Cleanse. Sounds good hu? Well………I tried to do the first part which was sea salt in warm water. Not just a little water and salt, a whole lot!! One quart of warm water with 2 teaspoons of salt. It really didn’t sound that bad until I actually tried it. I couldn’t even get past one drink. No way no how am I going to put myself through that. YUCK! If you are interested in a really good natural cleanse here’s the link. Let me know how it worked for you…or not.
http://falconblanco.com/health/cleansing/lemoncleanse.htm
http://falconblanco.com/health/cleansing/lemoncleanse.htm
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Sleepy
Last night as I was trying to sleep I heard this loud THUMP. I looked over and my cat had fallen out of the bed. She looked at me like “what the heck just happened”? I think she was still asleep. She meowed this little meow at me and then slowly jumped back up onto the bed. Then only a few minutes later I rolled over right on top of her. I quickly rolled the other way and she never moved. LOL!!! I guess she was still sleeping.
Monday, March 08, 2010
The Noise
I have been in this house since last November. This should be a long enough time to know all the noises and sounds that it makes throughout a day. My parents happened to be here this past weekend. It’s always great to have them visit. I get my exercise following them around and shutting off all the lights they like to leave on. But that is another story.
We were all tucked in our beds trying to go to sleep. It was pretty late and as usual I was staring at the ceiling hoping my body would soon call it quits and go to bed. When all of a sudden I heard something I have not heard before. It was really hard to make out. I was envisioning a leak in the ceiling, maybe a little creature. My mind was defiantly wandering and wondering. Pfpfpfpfpfpfpfffff……pfpfpfppfpfpfpfffffff…pfpfpffpfpfffffff. Oh gosh! It’s dad snoring. But then I heard something else. Hmnnmmh….hmnmmmh. LOL!! This time it was my mom talking in her sleep. Man those two are noisy sleepers. Note to self. Buy ear plugs for when parents are visiting.
We were all tucked in our beds trying to go to sleep. It was pretty late and as usual I was staring at the ceiling hoping my body would soon call it quits and go to bed. When all of a sudden I heard something I have not heard before. It was really hard to make out. I was envisioning a leak in the ceiling, maybe a little creature. My mind was defiantly wandering and wondering. Pfpfpfpfpfpfpfffff……pfpfpfppfpfpfpfffffff…pfpfpffpfpfffffff. Oh gosh! It’s dad snoring. But then I heard something else. Hmnnmmh….hmnmmmh. LOL!! This time it was my mom talking in her sleep. Man those two are noisy sleepers. Note to self. Buy ear plugs for when parents are visiting.
Monday, March 01, 2010
You Look Like A Movie Star
*names and actual events have been slightly changed to protect the innocent.*
Several years ago I was set up on a blind date. Which happens too much in my life. Maybe I should stop saying yes. I was told he looked like a movie star (who was cute), had a good job, was a Christian and loved music. They believed they had found the perfect match for me. Reluctantly I accepted the invitation for lunch at a local restaurant. Sooooooooo….When he arrived I wanted to hide, pretend I was Olga or someone else, anyone else. MOVIE STAR??? Who were they kidding? Okay I will give them….Mr. Rogers! He even had the sweater. Oh brother! He was not the cute actor they had described to me. Good thing he was a good conversationalist. Well maybe I should reword that. He loved to talk. Talk and talk and talk about himself and his work. This actually would have been okay since his work and what I did kind of worked together. What really happened was he stated a few views he had about theology, God and views about the church. This was not going to work. Did he know who he was talking too? To me he sounded like someone from the 1950’s and I have no place in that world especially in the church leadership world. Oh I get the look of Mr. Rogers. I just wanted out and fast. He excused himself to use the restroom and sad to say I did entertain the idea of running. But what happened is classic. As I was planning my exit strategy the waiter and I started talking and hit it off. He was a musician and yada yada yada…he was interesting, seemed fun, exciting, sure of himself AND he was no movie star but he was still good looking. My date finally made it back to the table and the brutal date continued. To my surprise, not really, the waiter kept coming over and checking on us more than before. My date did not approve of this much. To him this waiter was interrupting quality time with this potential girlfriend and his long winded, boring, who cares what he’s talking about stories anyway. Ugh! My date finally spoke up. “Do you mind? We are on a date here!” I pressed my lips together and bit my tongue so hard just to keep myself from laughing. The waiter apologized and walked away but not without laughing quietly out of sight to my date but trying to get me to laugh. So sad…that was the highlight of this date. When we left if was even more awkward. The final question and statement of every date always seems to happen no matter what and always a response is anticipated by the asker, “When would you want to go out again?” or “We should do this again soon.” I just wanted to scream. NO! I’m Done! I’m Outta Here!! I wish I could remember what exactly I said because I’m sure it was the dumbest thing ever. “We’ll see. Call me and we can figure it out later.” Which is really the equivalent of “ _ ell NO! and if you call I will screen it and not answer.” I know it’s low. But when it comes to bad dates, honesty is not my best attribute. I don’t want to hurt the guy. Don’t you think that he would have picked up on the awkward silences, the lack of talking with him, flirting with the waiter, lack of eye contact etc. Why O why would he then ask the question “when would you want to go out again?”.
To those who are wondering. The waiter and I never exchanged numbers.
Several years ago I was set up on a blind date. Which happens too much in my life. Maybe I should stop saying yes. I was told he looked like a movie star (who was cute), had a good job, was a Christian and loved music. They believed they had found the perfect match for me. Reluctantly I accepted the invitation for lunch at a local restaurant. Sooooooooo….When he arrived I wanted to hide, pretend I was Olga or someone else, anyone else. MOVIE STAR??? Who were they kidding? Okay I will give them….Mr. Rogers! He even had the sweater. Oh brother! He was not the cute actor they had described to me. Good thing he was a good conversationalist. Well maybe I should reword that. He loved to talk. Talk and talk and talk about himself and his work. This actually would have been okay since his work and what I did kind of worked together. What really happened was he stated a few views he had about theology, God and views about the church. This was not going to work. Did he know who he was talking too? To me he sounded like someone from the 1950’s and I have no place in that world especially in the church leadership world. Oh I get the look of Mr. Rogers. I just wanted out and fast. He excused himself to use the restroom and sad to say I did entertain the idea of running. But what happened is classic. As I was planning my exit strategy the waiter and I started talking and hit it off. He was a musician and yada yada yada…he was interesting, seemed fun, exciting, sure of himself AND he was no movie star but he was still good looking. My date finally made it back to the table and the brutal date continued. To my surprise, not really, the waiter kept coming over and checking on us more than before. My date did not approve of this much. To him this waiter was interrupting quality time with this potential girlfriend and his long winded, boring, who cares what he’s talking about stories anyway. Ugh! My date finally spoke up. “Do you mind? We are on a date here!” I pressed my lips together and bit my tongue so hard just to keep myself from laughing. The waiter apologized and walked away but not without laughing quietly out of sight to my date but trying to get me to laugh. So sad…that was the highlight of this date. When we left if was even more awkward. The final question and statement of every date always seems to happen no matter what and always a response is anticipated by the asker, “When would you want to go out again?” or “We should do this again soon.” I just wanted to scream. NO! I’m Done! I’m Outta Here!! I wish I could remember what exactly I said because I’m sure it was the dumbest thing ever. “We’ll see. Call me and we can figure it out later.” Which is really the equivalent of “ _ ell NO! and if you call I will screen it and not answer.” I know it’s low. But when it comes to bad dates, honesty is not my best attribute. I don’t want to hurt the guy. Don’t you think that he would have picked up on the awkward silences, the lack of talking with him, flirting with the waiter, lack of eye contact etc. Why O why would he then ask the question “when would you want to go out again?”.
To those who are wondering. The waiter and I never exchanged numbers.
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