The Christmas Song was written in July.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
No wonder. It is so hot it makes me want to think of cool things and cool places so that maybe, somehow, I will feel cooler. Maybe we will watch the Santa Clause II today and eat icee's. Or stick my head in the freezer and dream about being in a blizzard. Or sit in the bathtub and pour ice cubes in it. It is hot. Yesterday we had a thunderstorm. The sky got dark grey and the thunder was LOUD! Scott drove home in the pouring rain. The lightning was so bad when Dad left, he couldn't even use the radio in the car. Okay, but it was also over a hundred degrees outside. That's disgusting. It should not be raining when it is that hot. The humidity is supposed to be worse back east and that is what is making their hot so much hotter than here. Well, does it get much worse than 100+ and RAINING!? It was awful. We were out running errands and it was like, get out of car, RUN into store, RUN back to car, drive to next place, RUN into store, etc. Miserable. My last SCE bill was $200. This month will be worse. Much worse. And I am forever turning the air off until I can't stand it anymore. Dad said he has never had an SCE bill higher than $75. Yeah, you suck. He is like the only person in his neighborhood that even HAS air conditioning, since you don't need it all that often.
The kids are doing fine. They don't mind the heat as much as I do. If you don't move and suck on ice water all day, it isn't so bad. But as soon as you get up and move, WHAM, you start dripping with sweat. I almost wish I was working in an office, so they could pay for the air conditioning. Maybe we should go someplace cool. Like Alaska. Cause if we go to the mall, I will just have to walk back out into the heat when we leave and I will be tempted to buy all the things they have there for sale. Plus, I have put off cleaning my house for so long that it looks like a hurricane hit it. No kidding. It's bad. Laundry and paperwork everywhere. Between the junk mail, the laundry and dirty dishes, I will never catch up on this stuff. It's my lot in life. It's not a lot, but it's my life. Actually, it is a lot. I have a lot to be thankful for. I really am thankful. I'm just hot.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Blog Challenge #1
It runs in the family...
When my brother was little, my mom put him down for a nap and when he woke up, he complained about a pain in his nose. My mom checked his nose and didn't see anything, so didn't think about it again. A little while later, he tells her there is a wheel in his nose. She thinks he is just messing around, because how could he get a wheel up his nose, they are far too big! Well, he keeps complaining and finally she figures out that it is from a hot wheels car. They were able to get it out without too much difficulty.
Jessica was playing with a sticker one afternoon and I later found parts of it lying around on the floor. I picked them up and threw them away. Well, after a while, she starts complaining about a pain in her nose. I ask her what it's from and she tells me she put the sticker in her nose. I look in her nose and don't see anything. She is still complaining, so I get a flashlight out and point it up her nose. Sure enough, way up there, I see something. I couldn't reach it, she couldn't blow it out, I'm thinking, E.R. Finally, she stayed perfectly still and I stuck a pair of tweezers up her nose and got it out on the first try. It was half of a 2-inch round sticker all folded up. I don't know how she got it up there.
After it was all over, I thought it was kind of ironic.
When my brother was little, my mom put him down for a nap and when he woke up, he complained about a pain in his nose. My mom checked his nose and didn't see anything, so didn't think about it again. A little while later, he tells her there is a wheel in his nose. She thinks he is just messing around, because how could he get a wheel up his nose, they are far too big! Well, he keeps complaining and finally she figures out that it is from a hot wheels car. They were able to get it out without too much difficulty.
Jessica was playing with a sticker one afternoon and I later found parts of it lying around on the floor. I picked them up and threw them away. Well, after a while, she starts complaining about a pain in her nose. I ask her what it's from and she tells me she put the sticker in her nose. I look in her nose and don't see anything. She is still complaining, so I get a flashlight out and point it up her nose. Sure enough, way up there, I see something. I couldn't reach it, she couldn't blow it out, I'm thinking, E.R. Finally, she stayed perfectly still and I stuck a pair of tweezers up her nose and got it out on the first try. It was half of a 2-inch round sticker all folded up. I don't know how she got it up there.
After it was all over, I thought it was kind of ironic.
Blog Challenge #3
#3 You wanted a gross story...
One time I was sitting in a restaurant with a friend. It was a hamburger place. The waitress had just brought our iced tea and cherry coke. The person at the table behind her jumps out of his seat in a jerky kind of quick movement and like bends over at the waist. He is turning around toward us and sort of spins in his heel too far and ends up facing my friend. Well, we were about to find out that he had a burger, fries and a shake for lunch. He has this wild-eyed look and lurches forward while he reaches up to cover his mouth. All of a sudden, my friend is covered in vomit from the top of her head all the way down into her lap. He spewed all over her. She opens her mouth to scream and realizes it is getting in her mouth, too. So, she starts spitting all over the place and, I think, the smell of the vomit makes her so ill as well, that she throws up all over the table. The only thing she had had yet was cherry coke. Well, she vomited so much, the cherry coke was coming out of her nose. All over the table. The guy is just standing there, not knowing what to say and by then there are about four or five other waiters and waitresses standing around watching this whole thing. Only one of them brought over a cloth and handed it to my friend so she could wipe her face.
Needless to say, our shopping trip was over...
And she had a heck of a time getting to the car. She doesn't eat hamburgers or shakes any more.
Too bad it isn't true. That would make a great story!
One time I was sitting in a restaurant with a friend. It was a hamburger place. The waitress had just brought our iced tea and cherry coke. The person at the table behind her jumps out of his seat in a jerky kind of quick movement and like bends over at the waist. He is turning around toward us and sort of spins in his heel too far and ends up facing my friend. Well, we were about to find out that he had a burger, fries and a shake for lunch. He has this wild-eyed look and lurches forward while he reaches up to cover his mouth. All of a sudden, my friend is covered in vomit from the top of her head all the way down into her lap. He spewed all over her. She opens her mouth to scream and realizes it is getting in her mouth, too. So, she starts spitting all over the place and, I think, the smell of the vomit makes her so ill as well, that she throws up all over the table. The only thing she had had yet was cherry coke. Well, she vomited so much, the cherry coke was coming out of her nose. All over the table. The guy is just standing there, not knowing what to say and by then there are about four or five other waiters and waitresses standing around watching this whole thing. Only one of them brought over a cloth and handed it to my friend so she could wipe her face.
Needless to say, our shopping trip was over...
And she had a heck of a time getting to the car. She doesn't eat hamburgers or shakes any more.
Too bad it isn't true. That would make a great story!
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