Saturday, June 3, 2017

That Mortifying Moment...






in which you stab the man in the pool store, in the crotch …with your sword.  *Sigh!*  

So what happened you ask?

This nice pool guy offered to bring the heavy chlorine containers to my car and did.  But then he walked back and asked if I’d like him to put them in the trunk for me.  I said, “Sure!” and tossed my keys to him.

It was the end of the day and I had been shopping awhile and so my knees were really hurting, thus making it more difficult to go down the stairs.  So I had my heavy purse hanging off my left shoulder, two 30 inch swords in my left hand, apparently going askew and was carrying a somewhat heavy, bulky bag in my right hand and with said right hand was also trying to hold on to the railing.  It was a challenge because of the pain.

I wasn’t even halfway down when he was already bounding back up the stairs and somehow one of my swords moved outward as I went down a step.  BULLS EYE!  It all happened so FAST.  Of course the point part of the sword is only made out of the same material as a pool noodle, but pretty sturdy and sizeable.  And it’s a good thing he backed his lower half out quickly because the sword definitely pushed inward.  And so even though I did get him, he wasn’t hurt.  Furthermore, that is NOT where I wanted to be looking, which only happened because of the darn sword!  He graciously flashed a big smile as I simultaneously blurted out a panicked, mortified, “I’m SORRY!  I felt my face instantly get hot and I’m guessing it went magenta. In my mind’s eye I was already away and at the car.  But the reality was that I still had to go down the rest of the stairs and past some other coworkers congregating at the bottom.  I hoped they didn’t see any of it. I’m normally friendly but I pretended they weren’t there and I only had eyes for the beeline I was making to my car.

I’ll bet he didn’t wake up in the morning thinking some woman would stab him in the crotch with a sword. I also didn’t wake up thinking I would stab some man in the crotch with a sword.  

Also, since he was smiling I am guessing the humor of the incident didn’t get past him and now I am writing about it because I’m laughing about it too.  But G-E-E-E-E-E WHIZ!

I can’t wait until we play with the swords. 

En garde!  :)

Saturday, March 11, 2017

5 Months and 13 Days and Stuff

I cannot believe that I have not written a post in here since September 26, 2016.  So, I haven't written a SeaSpray post for 5 months and 13 days.  Wow.  I began reading some of my posts last week and am in awe of how much time I spent writing for this blog and for so many years, almost every day.  And now I just deleted some things I just wrote.

I see I have some comments that have gone unanswered since last fall.  I haven't been in here or else I would have responded and so I will answer them later today as well as write a post.

Oh, I'm happy to say that eating the funky bacon earlier today didn't cause me to be sick.  I was a bit worried for awhile, but all is well.  There is more to this little story but it's late.  Part of me want to delete this post to because I am not feeling it ...but no ...I am posting it.  The door is open and now I am going back through it, stepping into the blogoverse again.

I never finished writing about urology issues and now I have another medical decision to make and I honestly do not know what to do ...or when.

On a happier note, older son and wife are expecting their 4th child in April, a baby girl.  Yay!  I can't wait!  :)

Monday, September 26, 2016

TEN!

I've been a political news junkie for a long time and I've always found the presidential races to be most interesting and even exciting at times.  But this time around it is at a 10, a TEN I tell you ... on the political stress-o-meter.  EGADS!   All the dishonesty and corruption with any lack of accountability has been getting to me.

Big time.

I've been turning the news on and off all day today because it is just so tense feeling.

Anyway ...it is about to begin.

Truly, may the best man win.

And I do mean man.

Yes ...you can count me in as one of the adorable deplorables.  :)

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Oh M-U-R-P-H-Y-Y-Y-Y ...YOU!

 Photo composition of small boat floating over the ocean with a piano and stool falling off the sky. There is the legend: "Murphy's Law" "If it can go Wrong, it will !"
 
It can always be worse.  :)

It's been awhile since Murphy has taunted me with a visit.  You know who I mean.  "If anything can go wrong, it will go wrong."  That Murphy.  And I am not the least bit superstitious.  I love totally black cats and had one.  I purposely step on cracks and have intentionally walked under ladders.  Doesn't everyone?  No knocking on wood for me - thank you very much.  No throwing salt ...somewhere.  I broke my mirror last week, frustrating, but no alarm there.  A friend of mine always knocked or tried to knock on wood when she was afraid she'd jinx something.  That always amused me because I know she had a strong faith in God.  Sooo ...isn't God greater than any silly superstition?  Just asking?  or astrology for that matter?

But I digress.  :)

Back to Murphy and his visit today.

My car has badly needed a good washing for a month, at least.  I didn't take it to get washed because it was one of the things I wanted to do with the wee ones.  They always help with simple chores, but this summer I decided to give them additional, larger chores that they would need my assistance with.  And because the work was more involved, I was paying them.  I gave them both their own jar and then they could watch the money they earned fill the jars. Washing a car on a hot day is fun, but we never did get to it. 

So I finally decided to go to the car wash today.  "Wash, wax and rims, please."  It looked great!

The sun was out, shining brightly, as I walked into the store.  I wasn't inside 10 minutes when I looked outside only to see it had gotten cloudy, with a major downpour of cats and dogs ...kind of rain coming down, hard and fast.  The kind of rainstorm that would've cleaned the car.  Okay ...well it wouldn't wax or make the rims sparkle.

So, I commented to the clerk that Murphy was back again and explained why.  The humor of it didn't get past me but it must've really irked me because I mentioned it to two other people before I left.


Oh well ...DOUBLE WASH!!!  :) 

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Giggled Myself to Sleep :)

Last night, little 7 yr old W. stayed overnight for some Mum mum and W time.  In the wee hours of the morning I heard her fall out of bed.  She is a very restless sleeper, with her legs often kicking and it is not uncommon for her to fall onto the floor, especially if she is sleeping on the sofa.  And it is next to impossible to keep blankets on her.

Ha!  I let her sleep with me one night when she was 3 and through out the night she would seem to be running in her sleep ...on my side and I had to keep straightening her out.  Needless to say I did not sleep much that night.  :)

Anyway, I heard her get back into bed.  I turned the computer off and went to check on her.  I was still acclimating from bright computer screen to very low light where she was sleeping. I lovingly placed the small, soft light blanket on her and then because the fan was on, I also added the Dalmatian blanket over the 1st one.

I wanted to gently stroke her face but it must've tickled her because she got a little fussy.  So I decided to pat her head ...except instead, my hand landed on a satin material.  Momentarily perplexed, I felt her again and realized that when she got back into bed she put her feet and her backside onto her pillow.

So then ...I not only lovingly covered her face with one blanket, but two blankets.  Oh no!  So I pulled them back off and got her head back onto the pillow, recovered her and then gently caressed her little face, followed with a kiss to her head.

But then I couldn't leave the room fast enough because I was going to laugh out loud.

Talk about smothering a child with love!

I woke Mr SeaSpray up just so I could tell him.  He didn't seem to appreciate that so much.  He mumbled something about being tired.  Go figure.  :)

THANKFULLY I didn't leave her with two blankets completely covering her face and then some.

Obviously she was alright, thus I couldn't help intermittently giggling about it, with heaving shoulders,  until I fell asleep.   Okay ...just the image of me carefully covering her face and all, while gently tucking the blankets over what I thought were her shoulders and just below her face.  :) :) :)

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Oh ...the IRONY


     

This would be hilarious ...like Saturday Night Live kind of hilarious ...if it wasn't so ALARMING.    Seriously - HE (the VICE PRESIDENT of the United States) POINTS OUT the guy and TELLS THE CROWD and the WORLD that THE GUY with OUR NUCLEAR CODES IS ALWAYS WITH HIM.  Gee, I wonder what the news agencies would do if Trump revealed this NUCLEAR CODE guy information to the world?  TV's everywhere would would burst into flames due to the extreme 24/7 overload at the shock and horror of it all.  Oh and his candidacy would be history.

WOW.  Just ...WOW.

Friday, August 12, 2016

OOPS! and Other Thoughts

 For a change I got totally engrossed in actually writing a blog post  ...so much so, that I totally forgot to remove my green commando looking "beauty" mud mask from my face.  It should only be on for about 10 - 15 minutes.  Egads!  I really hope that I don't wake up looking like one big zit for a face.  A-n-d ...after 2 hours of writing ...I once again have changed my mind about posting any of it.  What is wrong with me that I am not following through with posting anything I write?

I think one problem is that I feel guilty or something, for writing about my stuff when so many serious things are going on in the world.  The news is just awful for so many reasons - seemingly everywhere.  I guess I feel that anything I write is superficial by comparison.  And I don't think anyone is interested in anything I have to write about anyway.  And also ...I begin my day with a cup of coffee and reading the Drudge Report.  But when I began blogging, I used to go right to blogging.  But now I read drudge and then I listen to streaming political radio and or podcasts from alternate news sources because you get so much more info vs TV news, for the most part, anyway.  And I feel like the the news, with so much disturbing information, just sucks the joie de vivre right out of me.  Hence ...goodbye creativity.  Hello seemingly permanent, distracting undercurrent of anxiety over things I have no control over.  Well ...something like that, anyway.

But maybe I am overthinking this.  Maybe I shouldn't care what others think.  I used to say that I was writing for myself and I was. But I also very much enjoyed the camaraderie with some nice fellow bloggers.  It really helped me through some tough times.  Writing was not only fun but also cathartic.  And I have always felt compelled to write something ...on napkins, in notebooks or sheets of paper.  I've heard it said that if you think about writing then you are a writer.  Now I don't know if that is true but it has always been a passion within me.  And it would come out in different ways over the years.  But when I discovered blogging ... well I just thought it was the best hobby ever.  :)