Saturday, November 29, 2008

Illuminating Some Bathroom Secrets

Though my husband insists it will lead to a future of night-blindness, I turn the light on when I use the bathroom in the middle of the night. I have good reasons.

1. So I won't fall into the toilet. Steve is usually good about putting the seat back down, but their might be a time when he forgets.. that would be the time I decided to leave the light off.
2. Snakes. There could be a snake in the toilet. Or spider... This has never happened in my lifetime but I always check.
3. Ax murderers. Ax murderers are also the reason I always check behind the shower curtain in every bathroom I enter. There could be an ax murderer lurking about, and I don't wish to be ax murdered with my pjs around my ankles.

Do you turn the bathroom light on in the middle of the night?

Friday, November 21, 2008

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Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Can't see the light.....

15 graduate credits down, bazillions to go; however, I do have the next couple of weeks off for working on my own writing projects, going to the beach, reading loads and stuff purging (for the purpose of becoming more organized).
That was kind of a lame blog post so I'll tell you a tale.

There was a random mom at the playground a couple of days ago. She was hanging around with her own son who was playing with my Simon. I was reading my book "Twisted Sister" by Stephanie Hale, when I heard her say "Pencil?" I looked up, very confused as to why this woman would be asking me "Pencil?" What in the world did that even mean? She asked me more than once and looked very confused herself. "Pencil?" Cleverly.. I figured out that she must need to borrow a pencil. I said "Sorry, I don't have one." She said "No, your son's name is Pencil?"
WTF?!?!?! Hilarious!
Apprently, Simon (4) had told this poor woman that his name was Pencil and she didn't want to offend me by doubting him. How weird and funny.
Today he has changed his name from Simon to Spiderman to Police Officer. What a little goof. And.. here he is.. Pencil, on his birthday..

And.. just to be fair.. here is a lovely shot of my daughter Spatula.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Meteorite, Meteorwrong?

So... I was home alone last Thursday night when I heard something hit the house. Something moderately large. Larger than a moth...
It did give me the creeps but not enough to make me call the police or rip me away from my A&E Lorna Doone.
Friday morning, when I was outside watering the plants, I found a rock on the sidewalk. (I live in the middle of nowhere so things don't typically just appear without reason).*
I picked it up to throw it out of the yard and noticed that it was extraordinarily heavy. Something made me put the rock down on a retaining wall rather than pitch it away. The rock puzzled me and it haunted me throughout the day. It was a bit like I had a geological obsession. Ever get those? No? Suddenly I thought... holy frickin' frick! It's a meteorite!!! That's what hit the house.. that's why it's so heavy... that's why it has some rust!!! COOOOL!

I went to the fridge and got a magnet and it stuck to the rock!! Confirmed! I had a piece of the heavens in my backyard.
How much is a meteorite worth, I wondered...
Should I sell it or keep it as a memento? How many people find and possess meteorites? I decided that if it was worth a fortune, I would sell it. Hey, I have to pay for grad school. If it was only worth a couple of hundred $ I would keep it for coolness.
Husband's constant and rarely endearing pessimism led me to research the rock further.
It had many qualities of a meteorite:
Silvery flecks of iron and nickel.. - It does have silvery flecks
Attracts magnets - confirmed with authentic (from Japan) Hello Kitty fridge magnet
Is heavier than regular rocks - most definitely
Rust - Yes, it is rusty
Fusion Crust - Erm... well.. no.
Apparently the fusion crust is one of the most defining characteristics of a meteorite. It does have some slightly glossy spots but not really what the meteorite websites say it should have acquired when speeding into the Earth's atmosphere. Frick.
Sadly, I've given up on the meteorite theory; however, I do still think the rock is interesting. Turns out, there are many civil war era iron furnaces in the area. It could be a piece of iron slag from one of the furnaces.?.?.? Maybe?
Civil War trash is kinda cool, right? Some people around here think so...

The bigger question for me now is how the frick did iron slag end up in my backyard and was the specimen what hit my house when I was all alone and trying to have a wine and girlie movie night? Who the frick is throwing slag at my house?

ETA: There is still a part of me that hopes to discover a large hole in the attic where the bigger chunk of meteorite landed, but I can't go into the attic because of the rabid squirrels. Maybe I'll blog about the rabid squirrels some other time.

*We know of all new items that enter our very small yard. One day husband lost his wedding ring while doing yard work. He went completely Gollum on us and almost literally combed the yard looking for his Precious. There was not a blade of grass we were not familiar with during our search for the One wedding ring. He did find the ring but not before he gave up and bought a replacement. Now he has a spare Precious and all is well with the world. Except for the rabid squirrels.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Surprise Dinner Guest

I'm setting the table for dinner last night and I look out the window to admire my lilac bush which bloomed for the first time in three years. I'm thinking about how unfortunate it is that I will have to prune it back this year since it is practically growing through the kitchen window. I see this old black rope twined around some branches.
I look closer and see.....

Gah! He/She spent the entire evening in the tree and watched us eat our dinner.
I looked for it this morning and it's still in the tree, just coiled up in some leaves to stay warm.
It's kinda cute...
I think it's a juvenile black racer.

Sorry for the blurriness. The pic was taken through the kitchen window.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Monday, February 18, 2008

Monday, February 11, 2008

What the Frick?

I haven't visited this blog in while. Might explain it all later but this morning I read the entry before this one..
What? I wish I could claim I was already drinking when I wrote it but I can't ..
I apologize for the randomness.