... and i feel fine

around 6 a.m. this morning...

hubbie: it's the end of the world in 10 minutes!
me: there's a time??
hubbie: 6:11!
me: oh.
...

hubbie: 2 minutes!
me: hold me!
hubbie: (produces countdown clock on his cell phone)
me: what happens when time runs out?
hubbie: it goes blank.
both: (watching intently... 5 seconds.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. website appears to shake and scatter, then errors out.  and then...)
me: is it counting up now?
hubbie: yeah.  i'm going to take a shower.
...

hubbie: congratulations!
me: we made it through like, 3 apocalypses.
hubbie: i know, how many generations could say that?
...

around 7:15 a.m...

me (through text): power just went out!
hubbie: lol!


i love having someone to have fun with!

twelve

happy 12/12/12!

received a text from the hubbie this afternoon:

12:12 on 12/12/12.  Love you!

what else could i do but smile?  i love celebrating the little things.

cheese, please

every now and then, i get an odd craving for something i haven't had in a long time.  my cravings usually lean toward the sweet variety, so it's a rare day that i want something salty.  i also don't keep junkfood in the house, so satisfying a craving usually involves a random trip to the store.

 

this morning i woke up wanting cheetos.  i had dreamt about them (don't ask me why), so even after i had tried all morning to push them out of my mind, all my eyes could see were orange.  i hadn't had cheetos in several years.  i couldn't remember the last time i had had cheetos.  i had to get my hands on a bag of frickin cheetos.

 

the minute i left the house, i drove to wawa.

 

once inside, i made a beeline for the snack aisle.  cheese curls, nah.  not today.  oh!  there they were, in a giant bag though -- nevermind, not the puffs.  i wanted the crunchy kind, the bright orangey, powdery, fake-cheesy goodness.  i vigorously scanned the shelves.  what kind of wawa was this?  aha!  i spotted the tiger i was looking for.  the one with the sunglasses.

 

i grabbed a bag and contemplated about getting another, but knew i'd only need the one.

 

in the car, i enjoyed every single morsel, down to the very last crumb, and then shamelessly licked the orangey powder off my fingers.

 

it's funny how cravings go, at least for me  -- once satisfied, they're dissipated -- just as quickly as they've come.

freaky friday

so let me lay out the scene:  it's a quiet morning.  i'm stopped at a light behind 2 cars, around the corner from a middle school.  i'm on the last leg of my commute, just a few blocks from the hospital.

 

i see a flash of something in my periphery, something fast.  i manage to catch a glimpse of tail lights on the back of a sky blue car as it whirs by on the sidewalk.  there's a rumble of noise, like the car is accelerating, and there are a few bumps as it sails off the sidewalk and through the intersection.  next thing i know, i see sparks -- the utility pole is teetering, power lines are falling, and then the traffic light is out.  the car only stops when it's headfirst into a tree, it's front end a welded V against the trunk.  and then... white smoke.

 

besides my initial reaction -- OMGWTFISTHISADREAMDIDIREALLYJUSTSEETHAT? -- i wanted to know if the person inside the car was alright.  there seemed to be a collective hesitation from the others in their cars around me, wondering what to do next, as i'm sure everyone else was as stunned as i was to witness the bizarre sequence of events.  finally, the 2 cars in front of me inched forward carefully (as there was nothing to tell us when to go), and i paused next to the car to look in.  the windows were somewhat fogged up but the guy inside looked to be okay.. from what i could see, he carried an odd expression of almost "wow, that sure woke me up" mixed with "boy, am i in trouble."  i originally thought maybe he was being chased, but saw no other cars around.  then i had thought, what a jerk for being in such a hurry that he had to drive up on the sidewalk.  didn't seem like he'd be going anywhere soon after that, though.

 

people were stopping and approaching the car, so i thought it was safe to move on to avoid starting a traffic jam.  then, once the initial shock wore off, i offered up a silent prayer of thanks that no one else had been hurt.  there could have been pedestrians, especially children around.  someone could have been driving through that intersection at that exact moment -- but thankfully no one was.

 

what a way to start a friday.

bugged out

i had my first bug encounter this morning at the new house.  or rather, outside of it.  i knew it was inevitable, but nothing could have prepared me for it.  not even after my husband had said soberly, "we live in the woods... there are going to be bugs."  i knew that.  what could i expect, really?  there was no denying i had already seen those dead spider-cricket things we kept finding in the house, but they would magically disappear.  (okay, maybe not magically).  but after i'd spot them, i'd scrunch up my nose and pretend they weren't there, and the next day, they'd really be gone.  (my husband is so gracious sometimes).

 

back to the bug story.  so to start this off, it would make sense if i started from the beginning with the events from last night.

 

since our driveway at the new house is about a quarter-mile long, we leave our trash bin near the end.  so as today was trash day, i loaded up the trash in my car trunk to drive it down the night before.  since it was pitch black, i was relying on my headlights to unload.  but i soon realized the headlights wouldn't stay on unless my car door stayed open while i worked.  so this must have been when mr. ugly creepy bug made his way into my car without my knowing it.

 

i discovered the unwanted insect this morning, after i'd driven down the driveway and made a right down my street.  he dropped from above me and landed on my hand.  i freaked, of course, which means i screamed and shook my hand until he landed on the floor mat beneath me.  he wasn't moving, so i assumed he was dead.  okay, i could deal with a dead bug in my car so long as he was really dead.  but he wasn't, because when i glimpsed again, he was squirming, or shall i say slivering, and when i peaked again, he was nowhere in sight.

 

i hate that. 

 

so i slammed on the brakes, parked the car in the middle of my street, and got out.  there was no way i'd be able to drive to work knowing there was something with that many legs crawling around in my car.

 

i extracted the mat and found him in the middle of it, so proceeded to slam the mat against the asphalt, hoping to shake him free.  he wasn't going anywhere.  i shook harder.  once i couldn't see him anymore (and checked my pants and shoes to make sure he hadn't snuck his way back into my life), i stuffed the mat back in its place, jumped back in my car, and drove away.

 

the whole episode had only delayed me a total of 4 minutes.

 

and lucky you, you lived to see another day, bug.

 

now just stay out of my car.

storage capacity

i used to pride myself on my ability to remember just about everything, but of course with time, this has changed (more to remember, less space to save it all on?).  i don't think i've ever been very good at remembering movies and books, though.  it's probably because i watch and read so many.  i'll retain the main theme, but the details are usually alittle fuzzy.

 

my husband finds this rather amusing.  he says he likes watching movies again with me because it's like i'm watching them for the first time.  i ooh and aah in just the right places.  i laugh, i cry, and i can enjoy the films all over again more than once.  i can be surprised about things that apparently are vital to the plot, but somehow i've forgotten.  i have a friend who can remember ridiculous details about books we've read and then relay them perfectly as if she'd just read them.  take the twilight books, for example.  now that the movie has finally come out almost 4 years after i read breaking dawn, i could hardly piece together the sequence of events.  when the finale came, i was on the edge of my seat, combing through my memory.  was this what had really happened?  what was going on??  i wish i could remember the ending!  but oh, it was exciting.  again!

 

maybe it just means that my brain wants to leave storage space for the important things.