I have been suffering from a terrible cold over the past week and let me assure you it has been no kind of fun. The Kleenex have been flying to the left and right and my nose could give Rudolph some serious competition.
My husband has put up with me rather well through all of the nose blowing, coughing, clearing of the throat, and pill popping at night. I'll admit, I sound more like a foghorn at times rather than a gentle rustling breeze when I blow my nose and although he has made a few comments about my nose while I've been sick there are times I just can't help but laugh at his antics.
Last night he gave me one more reason to laugh. We were lying in bed and I decided I had better blow my nose one more time before turning out the lights. I did so and as I leaned back into my pillows, taking comfort in the fact that it was finally time to let my body rest, I let out a contented sigh. However, that was not all that came out. Due to the stuffy nose I've been battling in order to at least breathe comfortably I forced the air from my lungs to plunder through my nose and out came a slight whistle of air. I figured I was the only one who had heard my nose whistle but it wasn't to be.
My husband rolled over from his side of the bed where he had been petting the dogs and with an ornery grin on his face said, "You're going to have the dogs going crazy if you keep that whistle up. They're gonna think you have a dog whistle."
Oh I was rolling in laughter! What tune shall I whistle out tonight........? LOL!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Broke Back
Ever since I was a little kid I've picked up change lying on the ground. I suppose I've just got a knack for finding change. Little did I know that one day the act of picking up change could be hazardous to my health.
We spent the weekend at Disneyland and I'll admit I found my fair share of change over our 3 day stay there. However, on the first day at Disneyland we left the park late in the afternoon so we could check into our hotel. My feet were tired from walking all day but I gathered up my belongings from the car and prepared to trudge up to the 3rd floor where our room was located. I was loaded down with a duffle bag, my purse and a 24 pack of water as I made my way across the hotel parking lot. I was shuffling across the lot when I saw a dime lying on the ground directly in front of me. In the back of my mind I knew I should have kept my momentum up and continued on my trek towards the elevator but my mind was determined to pick it up despite my heavy load. I bent down to pick it up thinking it would be an easy snag but my legs had something different to say. Little did I know that one move was going to bring me to my knees!
After walking around Disneyland all day my legs were in much need of a rest and I hardly had the strength to push myself back up on my feet............especially with the shifting weight of my load I was carrying. They crumbled underneath me, so there I sat crouched in the middle of the parking lot, dime in hand. I tried to pull myself together and muster up enough strength to stand up. You should have seen my legs wobble. It felt like all the muscles in my legs and back were trembling. LOL!
I was laughing hysterically at the thought of what I must have looked like. I couldn't suppress the giggles and laughed myself the rest of the way across the parking lot, up the elevator, down the hall and into our room. I can only imagine what I must have looked like.
Talk about broke back. HA!
We spent the weekend at Disneyland and I'll admit I found my fair share of change over our 3 day stay there. However, on the first day at Disneyland we left the park late in the afternoon so we could check into our hotel. My feet were tired from walking all day but I gathered up my belongings from the car and prepared to trudge up to the 3rd floor where our room was located. I was loaded down with a duffle bag, my purse and a 24 pack of water as I made my way across the hotel parking lot. I was shuffling across the lot when I saw a dime lying on the ground directly in front of me. In the back of my mind I knew I should have kept my momentum up and continued on my trek towards the elevator but my mind was determined to pick it up despite my heavy load. I bent down to pick it up thinking it would be an easy snag but my legs had something different to say. Little did I know that one move was going to bring me to my knees!
After walking around Disneyland all day my legs were in much need of a rest and I hardly had the strength to push myself back up on my feet............especially with the shifting weight of my load I was carrying. They crumbled underneath me, so there I sat crouched in the middle of the parking lot, dime in hand. I tried to pull myself together and muster up enough strength to stand up. You should have seen my legs wobble. It felt like all the muscles in my legs and back were trembling. LOL!
I was laughing hysterically at the thought of what I must have looked like. I couldn't suppress the giggles and laughed myself the rest of the way across the parking lot, up the elevator, down the hall and into our room. I can only imagine what I must have looked like.
Talk about broke back. HA!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Icee Malfunction
I have been deprived of a good Icee for a few months now so you can imagine how excited I was to see that old familiar ICEE sign at the local Target.
I threw caution to the wind and jumped in line to buy what held the object of my affection......at the moment. My first clue that I should have stayed away was the $1.25 price smacked onto the shot glass sized cup. I could have been patient and waited for my sister to take me to a QT gas station for a larger cup at a smaller price but the rotating red liquid behind the machine had me captivated. I ordered two and as my brother and I walked up to the ICEE machine I could almost taste the cherry sweetness. I don't even remember who went first but whatever landed in my cup caused a near explosion.
I carefully matched the domed lid up to the spout and pulled the lever for the cherry. Out it came in all its frozen glory and after topping it off I scooted off to the side. All of a sudden melted ICEE came spewing out of the top of my lid and poured down my hand. ICEE began bubbling up and like an avalanche it came rolling down the lid onto the counter and all over me. The only thing running through my brain was, "What in the world? How do I get it to stop?!"
I don't know what kind of gaseous bubbles of ICEE were in the bottom of my cup but they came spewing out like a volcano. What a mess! I can only imagine what the people around me were thinking as they watched me from the nearby line. I felt like saying, "It wasn't me, it was the ICEE!"
Not only did I get an explosive ICEE experience but I also had red hands the rest of the evening. That's some strong Red 40 dye. LOL!
I threw caution to the wind and jumped in line to buy what held the object of my affection......at the moment. My first clue that I should have stayed away was the $1.25 price smacked onto the shot glass sized cup. I could have been patient and waited for my sister to take me to a QT gas station for a larger cup at a smaller price but the rotating red liquid behind the machine had me captivated. I ordered two and as my brother and I walked up to the ICEE machine I could almost taste the cherry sweetness. I don't even remember who went first but whatever landed in my cup caused a near explosion.
I carefully matched the domed lid up to the spout and pulled the lever for the cherry. Out it came in all its frozen glory and after topping it off I scooted off to the side. All of a sudden melted ICEE came spewing out of the top of my lid and poured down my hand. ICEE began bubbling up and like an avalanche it came rolling down the lid onto the counter and all over me. The only thing running through my brain was, "What in the world? How do I get it to stop?!"
I don't know what kind of gaseous bubbles of ICEE were in the bottom of my cup but they came spewing out like a volcano. What a mess! I can only imagine what the people around me were thinking as they watched me from the nearby line. I felt like saying, "It wasn't me, it was the ICEE!"
Not only did I get an explosive ICEE experience but I also had red hands the rest of the evening. That's some strong Red 40 dye. LOL!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Talk About Bold
One of my dogs has found a new love in barking at squirrels. They run high above on the power lines and cling to the trees. When Abbie sees a squirrel it's as though she gets a one track mind and can't help but focus on anything but the squirrel. As I was getting ready this morning it didn't take long before I heard a ruckus of barking coming from the backyard.
I stormed out the door and over to the corner of the yard where Abbie was barking and found the culprit about 10 feet up on the power line. I don't mind if Abbie watches the squirrels but the barking I try to curb. I took hold of her collar and made her sit. While I was reprimanding Abbie for her "bad behavior" the squirrel was watching everything with a close eye and do you know what he did? He laughed at us! I tell you it sounded like he was outright laughing at us. Talk about ornery!
I stood there in mild shock with my mouth dropped wide open and one hand resting on Abbie's head as I stared in disbelief. That squirrel was chattering away like nobody's business. I couldn't believe that the squirrel had the nerve to be so bold.
I'm starting to believe that the squirrels get some kind of sick enjoyment out of tormenting the dogs down below. LOL!
I stormed out the door and over to the corner of the yard where Abbie was barking and found the culprit about 10 feet up on the power line. I don't mind if Abbie watches the squirrels but the barking I try to curb. I took hold of her collar and made her sit. While I was reprimanding Abbie for her "bad behavior" the squirrel was watching everything with a close eye and do you know what he did? He laughed at us! I tell you it sounded like he was outright laughing at us. Talk about ornery!
I stood there in mild shock with my mouth dropped wide open and one hand resting on Abbie's head as I stared in disbelief. That squirrel was chattering away like nobody's business. I couldn't believe that the squirrel had the nerve to be so bold.
I'm starting to believe that the squirrels get some kind of sick enjoyment out of tormenting the dogs down below. LOL!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Moonlight Madness
My husband and I were in the basement last night and as I was lying on the couch I happened to glance up towards the window. Through the curtain I was able to make out the moon and couldn't get over how bright it was. I marveled about how bright it was shining and I insisted my husband pause what he was doing and come take a look. It was amazingly white and it was lighting up the whole window!
After he looked at the window he gave me a sheepish smile and said three simple words, "That's the streetlight." I didn't think for a moment that it could have possibly been the streetlight. All I could focus my thoughts on were the moon. I decided I needed a closer look and shot up off the couch. I went directly to the window and pulled back the curtain. Much to my dismay I saw a white streetlight blazing in the dark night for all to see.
I guess I forgot that my husband has lived in this house for over 24 years and probably knows more about it than I do. Just a minor detail. LOL!
That's one large step for mankind...................and one small step backwards for me.
After he looked at the window he gave me a sheepish smile and said three simple words, "That's the streetlight." I didn't think for a moment that it could have possibly been the streetlight. All I could focus my thoughts on were the moon. I decided I needed a closer look and shot up off the couch. I went directly to the window and pulled back the curtain. Much to my dismay I saw a white streetlight blazing in the dark night for all to see.
I guess I forgot that my husband has lived in this house for over 24 years and probably knows more about it than I do. Just a minor detail. LOL!
That's one large step for mankind...................and one small step backwards for me.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Locked Away in the Dungeon
It was 3a.m. when my eyes popped open and my bladder was screaming at me to release the floodgates. I figured I better not ignore that feeling and carefully navigated my way to the edge of the bed.
My feet landed on the floor and I stood up cautiously hoping to not step on any 4 legged family members down below. I was in complete darkness and although my eyes were WIDE open I couldn't see a thing. I immediately threw my arms out in hopes of finding the door but boy was I way off track. I had my hands plastered on the wall, feeling my way down until I finally met the door. I grabbed the handle and pulled but the door didn't open. I did it again. Nothing budged. I tried again, over and over and yet still got nowhere. I was starting to panic thinking someone had locked us in the basement bedroom. (Probably didn't help that my husband had shoved the sofa in front of the door and locked me in the room earlier that day. Pahhh!)
I continued my struggle with the door, 2 hands on the doorknob, as my mind reeled with thoughts like, "Oh my gosh, somebody locked us in. We're stuck....." I just couldn't get the door to budge.
Finally, by some miracle, I pushed the door rather than pulled and it opened just a hair before my momentum pulled it back shut. THAT'S when I remembered the door was a push to open, not a pull to open. LOL!
My feet landed on the floor and I stood up cautiously hoping to not step on any 4 legged family members down below. I was in complete darkness and although my eyes were WIDE open I couldn't see a thing. I immediately threw my arms out in hopes of finding the door but boy was I way off track. I had my hands plastered on the wall, feeling my way down until I finally met the door. I grabbed the handle and pulled but the door didn't open. I did it again. Nothing budged. I tried again, over and over and yet still got nowhere. I was starting to panic thinking someone had locked us in the basement bedroom. (Probably didn't help that my husband had shoved the sofa in front of the door and locked me in the room earlier that day. Pahhh!)
I continued my struggle with the door, 2 hands on the doorknob, as my mind reeled with thoughts like, "Oh my gosh, somebody locked us in. We're stuck....." I just couldn't get the door to budge.
Finally, by some miracle, I pushed the door rather than pulled and it opened just a hair before my momentum pulled it back shut. THAT'S when I remembered the door was a push to open, not a pull to open. LOL!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Mixer Mayhem
Oh how I look forward to the day when I finally have the mixer of my dreams.
I decided to make chocolate cream cheese cookies this afternoon and got out a bowl and my mixer along with all four of the ingredients needed. The hand mixer worked to perfection while mixing the cream cheese and butter and no protests came when I added the egg to the mixture. I thought to myself, "This is going to be a breeze."
I then began adding 1/3 of the cake mix at a time and THAT'S when it began to choke up. I listened to the mixer as it seemed to be mechanically struggling to mix the thick dough all together so I turned up the power. The bowl began to fly around the counter and I quickly latched onto it as I tried to manhandle the mixer. I leaned over the dough, wishing the dry ingredients would mix in properly when I began to smell something. As I willed the mixer to power up I began to smell that all to familiar burning smell. I'm not talking about overcooked food......I'm talking burning electrical equipment.
I was putting my hand mixer through hardcore boot camp with this dough and I wasn't prepared for its next move. As I was trying to prevent my hand mixer from burning up I watched in wide eyed horror as the dough worked its way up the mixer and swallowed the blades whole! Cookie dough began flying off the mixer in all directions. It's like my mind was frozen as I watched open mouthed while all of this happened and then I snapped out of it and quickly reached for the off button. As I surveyed the damage I was amazed I came out untouched. However, the walls, floors and counter weren't as lucky. They were given a nice chocolate brown spackling job.
This dough took a beating from me and the cookies turned out looking none the better. Instead of beautiful round looking cookies they look like a bunch of scraggly cow plops. Pahhhh!
I decided to make chocolate cream cheese cookies this afternoon and got out a bowl and my mixer along with all four of the ingredients needed. The hand mixer worked to perfection while mixing the cream cheese and butter and no protests came when I added the egg to the mixture. I thought to myself, "This is going to be a breeze."
I then began adding 1/3 of the cake mix at a time and THAT'S when it began to choke up. I listened to the mixer as it seemed to be mechanically struggling to mix the thick dough all together so I turned up the power. The bowl began to fly around the counter and I quickly latched onto it as I tried to manhandle the mixer. I leaned over the dough, wishing the dry ingredients would mix in properly when I began to smell something. As I willed the mixer to power up I began to smell that all to familiar burning smell. I'm not talking about overcooked food......I'm talking burning electrical equipment.
I was putting my hand mixer through hardcore boot camp with this dough and I wasn't prepared for its next move. As I was trying to prevent my hand mixer from burning up I watched in wide eyed horror as the dough worked its way up the mixer and swallowed the blades whole! Cookie dough began flying off the mixer in all directions. It's like my mind was frozen as I watched open mouthed while all of this happened and then I snapped out of it and quickly reached for the off button. As I surveyed the damage I was amazed I came out untouched. However, the walls, floors and counter weren't as lucky. They were given a nice chocolate brown spackling job.
This dough took a beating from me and the cookies turned out looking none the better. Instead of beautiful round looking cookies they look like a bunch of scraggly cow plops. Pahhhh!
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