Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The Cricket

There was a cricket that got in our house. I didn't hear it the first night but our daughter said she heard it but hubby assured her that it was probably on the patio and definitely not in the house. As night number two approached, I was watching television and our daughter said that she heard the cricket again. I turned the volume down on the tv and sure enough I could hear it too. This little thing chirped constantly, nonstop. I walked over to the kitchen and the closer I got this box we had in the corner, the more I could hear it. I said that the cricket was in the house and not outside and therefore asked hubby if he could get it out. He said he would.

The third day, I could hear the cricket down the hall and so went into the kitchen but this time, the noise was no longer coming from the corner, it was coming from somewhere, but where? I was determined to get it. He was so annoying. I asked hubby again to get it and this time his tone of voice was like I was aggravating him so I said to just forget it and that I would find him myself. We looked under cabinets, behind the microwave, in the pantry and all over the kitchen and each time we heard the chirper, we thought we were getting close to killing it. This went on for like two more days of non-stop chirping. We sprayed raid in cracks and crevices, but still this thing kept chirping. Oh my gosh, I could not hear myself think, so I had to go in the room to actually do my homework.

Well on that fifth day, I woke up to get ready and did not hear the cricket. I was hoping it just starved itself to death and died. I walked in the kitchen and right there laying on its back was this cricket, trying to turn itself over. Today was not his day because I reached for the raid and sprayed him. Our son got a napkin to pick it up and threw it away. One little cricket made all that noise, but I am glad it is gone now. Peace at last.

Friday, August 26, 2011

A sip, then a swallow

I am not a fan of V8 at all. I've tried it, and it's just not my thing. Well hubby was going to try the V8 in the can all because it was given to him. He opened the can and took a sip of it and said, "Whew, this needs a little something added to it." Now, hubby and I are not drinkers but he took it upon himself to make a pretend homemade Bloody Mary. Visualize with me if you can.....he put some salt in the can and then put some hot sauce in it. As he is mixing his homemade drink, I tell hubby that if it is hot going in, then it will be hot coming out. (The children thought that was very funny.) Ok, back to the hubby has mixed his ghetto drink and sips it and says that the salt and hot sauce did the trick.

Now in comes our 15 year old son who thought he should taste hubby's mixture and so our son asks hubby if he could take a sip from it and hubby agrees. Instead of a sip, our son gulp down a whole swallow. When he did get it down, he said, "Dad, that is the most disgusting thing I've ever had." He then added, "That tasted worse than my throw up in the back of my throat." I told him the moral of this story is to be content and not always wanting what somebody else has. Our son said that he hopes he learns a lesson from that. I sure hope so too.

Time to let go

Several years ago, hubby, the kids and I were in Gulfport, MS at the outlet shop. I am not one of those people who feel that everytime we go out somewhere that I have to buy me something; but I did see these pair of jeans that had this beautiful design at the bottom of them and thought to myself that I really wanted these jeans. I just knew that absolutely nobody in Pensacola would have these jeans and that when I wore them to work, I would be envied. I kept passing by the jeans up but indicated to hubby how beautiful these particular pair of jeans were. Now with me being a plus size voluptuous full figured sexy woman, these jeans were actually in my size. Hubby egged me on to go and try them on and so I did. Oh my gosh, they fit my curves perfectly and I was just so in love with these jeans that hubby told me that I should get them. We had the money to get them and wasn't going to be in a bind or anything. I was like, "I don't know." Hubby said to me that when we leave Gulfport that we wouldn't be back no time soon and that I should get the jeans.....and so I did.

The jeans had this design around both legs that I could wear two different colored tops at two different times. Everytime hubby would wash and iron them, I had my tush right back in them. Well over the years, the material wore out on the jeans. The zipper had broke twice and each time hubby repaired them, the button had broke and hubby put another button on it. The seams on the side were coming apart and he knew how much I loved these jeans and he offered to sew them. This time I declined to let him fix them. I had these jeans over 8 years and it was time to let them go and so I made my way over to the trash can and dropped them in. I believe it was time.

Divas On A Mission

I have created a new facebook page. It's called Divas On A Mission (DOAM) It's just for all the females. It was just something I felt I needed to do. I can't explain it. We don't have to be friends in order for you to like the page, nor do I have to know you. You tell a female and so forth and so on. If I knew how to link it to this blog, I would....but since I don't, just go to facebook and type in Divas On A Mission (DOAM) in the searchbox and like my page. Make sure you type it in with the parenthesis. To know you are on the correct page, the picture that I chose is a silhouette of a woman and she has her head down like she is holding the walls from collapsing. My mission as a diva is to try to send out an encouraging message daily via my status. If I should miss a day, it's because I may have gotten tied up with either work, school work or the hustle and bustle of this beautiful thing called life. We all are divas, we just don't know it yet.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Fish Tales

I love me some good ole fried fish, I even eat it baked...depends on how it is cooked. Well someone gave hubby some fish and their was nothing wrong with the fish, it was just some big fish. That was some thick looking fish, and I already knew this was not my kind of fish. We were thankful for it but when hubby was cleaning it, I kindly asked him that when he got ready to cook the fish not to cook the whole fish and to cut it and cook it and then he and I could share just one fish. He said that he wanted to cook it whole and I had a difference of opinion and I specifically told him that would be entirely too much fish.

But noooooo, hubby had to be the hard head man and cook this whole fish. When he brought it to me, I just looked at it like it was an alien or something. I began to eat the fish and it tasted funny. I asked hubby what kind of fish was this and he told me some name that I wasn't even familiar with but I was grateful for it and tried to eat it anyway. He noticed that I wasn't eating the fish like I normally eat it and I told him something different was with this fish. He then asked me if it had an oily taste, not because it was fried, but the meat itself tasted oily and I said yes. I really can't describe it.

I am not one who likes to throw away food but I actually had to throw the fish out. I kind of felt bad for doing that but I just couldn't eat it. After eating those few bites, I felt like I needed to drink pepto bismol or something. Forget the spoon, just give me the whole bottle. It tasted like I was eating a baked tree after being dipped in lard. I wish I could think what hubby told me this fish was called but I don't want that anymore. I want to stick to what I know.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Saying it without actually saying it

I just believe that there are some things you have to be bold about when saying it. What's the worse that can happen, right? A student came by the other day because she missed taking her test at the regular time and wanted to know if she could make up an exam. In order for her to do that, she would have to take it over at our testing center and not in the classroom. So the young lady made an appointment to take the test and we had to make sure the test was over there before 9:00 a.m. Well by the time we had gotten to work at 7:30, the sun was already beaming and it was hot outside. I made my way into the cool air and was just about to unlock the doors when my boss said that she forgot about the test and that it needs to go over to the testing center. I looked around and saw that it was just me and her, so I said, "Why don't I make a copy of the test and send it as an attachment to the testing center and that way, they will have it and all they need to do is print it." It sounded like a good idea to me. My boss then said it was a nice day out and she will walk it over to the testing center.

See, in a hidden-behind-the-bush kind of way, she was really asking me to get in that sun and walk and in a hidden-behind-the-bush kind of way, I was letting her know that I was not getting out in that sun. I'm sorry if this comes out ugly, but I did not put on my nice white shirt that my hubby took the time to iron for me to get out in the heat and sweat while walking across campus and then come back smelling like a musty stallion. Yeah I said it!

Monday, August 15, 2011

My neighbor is really psycho

There were these boots that hubby wanted me to have. He said that I should order them before it gets cold and before the price goes up. I looked at the boots and thought that if he wanted me to have them, then I would get these boots. I received an online notification as to when the company was shipping the boots and when they would be delivered at my house. Well that night that the boots came, the delivery people dropped the package off at my neighbor's house and not our house.

So, the doorbell rang around 7:00 a.m. the next morning and hubby got up to answer the door. I was sound asleep so I didn't even know the package had arrived nor did I know that the doorbell rung. When I woke up, hubby said to me that I had a package in the living room and that it was delivered next door. When I went to get the package, it was all torn up so I asked hubby why was it torn like that...and this is is story.......

When the neighbor brought the package over, hubby asked the neighbor why was the package torn all open like it was....the neighbor said that he knew he didn't order anything and he knew his wife didn't order anything, so before he even looked at the name on the package, he tore the package open because he said don't nothing come in his house without him seeing what it is first. Hubby told the neighbor that my name was on it and that he should have looked first to see who it belongs to. The neighbor then said no, he did not look at the name. The neighbor then said that his wife can't order anything without him looking to see what she ordered first. He said his wife can't go and get a bottle of nail polish without him looking in the bag first. So my hubby asked him what if she was trying to get something for a surprise for him. The psycho neighbor said that he don't wany anything by surprise and she better not bring anything in HIS house without him knowing about it first.

When hubby was telling me this story, I was like, Are you for-real? I t0ld hubby that was insane. Hubby agreed. I don't know whether I should feel sorry for the neighbor or his wife. That man is psycho!

Friday, August 12, 2011

Role Reversal

Hubby and I normally go grocery shopping together. We make out our list and put prices next to the items what we think it will cost. If we have any coupons, we separate and sort them. We get up early and do what we have to do. I would say that we have a system going and it works for us. Well today was a different kind of grocery trip. Hubby had things to do at church and I was ok with that so when I mentioned to the kids that I would need help in grocery shopping, I didn't expect that the both of them would volunteer their precious teenage time to help me.

Our son pushed the cart for me and our daughter had a buggy of her own. I told her that she would take the coupons and go and get everything on our coupon list and then we would meet back in the middle. She did it without complaining and with a joyful heart. That was a blessing in itself.

The two of them were willing to get up early just to meet my needs and they assisted me in grocery shopping like hubby normally does. Today was a good day.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Doing it for the very first time

No silly rabbit, I am not talking about sex. Bring your minds back to this side for just a few minutes. I was listening to either the radio or the television as I was brushing my teeth and I heard someone say that we should at least try doing something that we have never done before. I don't know why that kind of hit me and wanted me to actually do it. But at that moment, I thought to myself, "Hmmmm, I think I will bake a cake." No, not a cake mix cake, but that good ole country cake from scratch. I had never done that so I was on my quest to get it accomplished.

As a child, I had watched my mother and my grandmother in their own kitchens get the ingredients together and put them in a bowl and when all was said and done, a delicious cake would be there to eat. I never thought that as I watched them, that I would be in my own kitchen trying to make a cake the same way they did. I wanted to call my mama and ask her what were her ingredients but I decided to try it on my own and call her later and so I began.

Everything that came to mind that I remember about this cake, I put it in the bowl and watched the mixer go round and round. The sugar went in, the softened butter went in and then the flour and the eggs. It was beginning to actually look like cake batter. I was getting so excited about doing it for the very first time. I poured the batter in the pan and watched it carefully as it cooked. When it did come out of the oven, OH MY GOSH, it smelt just like mama's. The family wanted to taste it and so when it was cool enough to come out of the pan, we all stood around in awe. Before I even had a chance to take a picture of it, the children took the knife and cut into it. They absolutely loved it. I was so happy. After all that, I called my mama and told her about it and she told me I put in all the ingredients correctly. My daughter has already asked when do I plan on making another one.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Where they do that at???

I know, I know, I know that you don't end a sentence with a prepositional phrase. I know that! But I was in awe when I went home to MS this weekend for my c/0 1988 picnic. There were really some characters there and they weren't afraid to let it be known that they are still as wild as ever. The picnic was outside under a few tents with these huge fans blowing some kind of decent air. Even though I have attended the 10th, 15th and 20th year reunions, I have never attended any of the picnics.

So we are all outside with shorts on, some had on skirts, and even a few of them had pants on. We had on our typical sandals and some even had on tennis know, something that you would actually wear outside in the grass and since the majority of us are 40, 41, somewhere around there, one would think you would dress a certain way and hopefully some of the wild ways have left. So we were just sitting there and this car pulls up with thumping music and I immediately thought they had the wrong place. When this person gets out of the car, I really did think that she just had on a shirt and nothing else. The only way I knew that her shorts were shorts and not underwear was because it had a pocket on the back.

She got out of her car with these three inch heels that tied up her leg. It was like everything was now in slow motion. Every head that was outside turned and looked that way. But it didn't last long because the first thing that was said was, "It ain't even that kind of party" The next thing was, "Really? Does she not know this is a family oriented picnic OUTSIDE IN THE GRASS?" And then, "She still wild as ever." Yeah, we just want to know Where they do that at? Seriously!!