Why don’t people tell each other that there pants are unzipped? I mean TOTALLY unzipped. I mean, black slacks with white panties showing UNZIPPED. Geez. I wouldn’t have been mad if you stopped me and said 'hey...your fly is undone'. I would have welcomed it. Yes, I would still be embarrassed but that would have saved me the total embarrassment of having my panties showing to a lot of complete strangers.
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I am so loving sun rise. I am having a fatal attraction to the darkness with the hint of light, clouds disappearing, pinks and blues that have been in ours skies lately. I aint a pink girl but sometimes when I drive into work I feel like God planned that sun rise just for me. And He did, you know. We’re cool like that.
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If one more person asks what I’m dressing Miyagi up for Halloween….this is my answer: A dog who attacks upon command. I barely believed in wasting money on costume’s for my children WHY would I do that for my dog? I know…everyone does it. More power to you and keep on keeping on but when I say ‘ummm I’m not’ in response to that question, please do not keep saying ‘ohhhhhh why not!?!’ or ‘you have tooo!!’ or ‘he would be so cute as a cow!!!’ No. He wouldn’t.
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I have felt like crap physically for the past month and it finally hit me, duh! I’ve felt like crap because I have not been managing my diabetes at all. Yeah…I’ve been popping my pills but I haven’t been monitoring what I eat (me saying yeah…give me s’more of that does not constitute ‘monitoring’ what I eat) nor exercising. So I bought some more shoes and I am back to walking again and watching my carb intake. I’ve started testing my levels again (for some reason doing that makes me accountable for my carb intake. I think they came up with that for that reason alone) so soon…SOON I will be back on track.
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Went walking for my morning break and was on my elevator ride back to my office. A man gets on the elevator with these huge long duffel bags. I squelched my terror for the possibility of launch missiles (I watch entirely too much crime and military TV show’s) as he maneuvered himself around so as not to hit me. When he got situated, he gave a nervous laugh and said ‘whew…there! I’d hate to have to boink ya!’. I couldn’t stop myself and I bust out laughing in his face. I tried to smooth it over but he was pretty red in the face by the time he hurried off the elevator.
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I remember one summer being down in Arkansas at my grandfathers house. Morrilton, Arkansas. I can remember long car rides down to Arkansas with warm sandwiches, kool aid jugs (the kind people used to take fishing and you didn’t pour it into a cup, you just drank from the opening. Yeah, I said ‘drank’) and sweaty legs being pressed together in the back of our station wagon. Usually there would be a caravan going. My family,my aunts and uncles following behind us. We’d take the interstate down but once we started noticing gravel roads, we all knew we were almost there. Once we got there my mom and my aunts would start frying chicken while my dad, uncles and grandfather wouldn’t even bother moving towards the house before they would start drinking right by the cars. And we, the kids would take off. Lord…My grandfather didn’t even have indoor plumbing. My Uncle Chris’ favorite thing to do was to scare us. He’d wait ‘til one of us was using the out house and bang on it to literally scare us half to death. Even though he was our Uncle, we still yelled at him and chased him around with a stick for being so mean just like he was a kid. He was a kid so it was hard to put him into that ‘Uncle’ role. We all went to this Creek to play around and I remember him asking if we knew what Big Foot was. Of course most of us didn’t and he started telling us about the hairy huge half man. LOL it was so quiet. He had us all under his spell listening to his story, about 12 of us and we didn’t move, just sat around this creek. My brother was the first to say ‘Uncle Chris (even though Uncle Chris was 3 years older than him) stop scaring every one!’ and we all laughed and kept right on. Later on that night, all the kids were outside on the porch since it was hot inside the house (no AC, no window units, NOT EVEN A DAMN FAN!!) and that was were we would hang out until we went to sleep. Understand, this was the middle of nowhere, so there were no street lights, no dusk to dawn lighting…nothing. But we weren’t scared (God I miss those days). One of my cousins jumped up and said ‘there’s something over by the tree’s!!!’ We all sat still and watched and watched and then all of a sudden we all screamed at the same time. We seen this huge thing come out of the tree’s and go back. When the grown ups came outside we told them we seen Big Foot to which of course they didn’t believe us so they flashed the car lights over towards the tree’s. Nothing. My Uncle Curtis asked what’d we know about Big Foot anyway and we started telling them the the story that Uncle Chris had told us and all the grown ups started laughing at us. Said that Uncle Chris was just trying to scare us so they started yelling for him. Like he was in the tree’s. I will never forget my mother’s face when Uncle Chris came from inside the house. No one said anything for awhile and Uncle Chris kept asking what was going on. As far as I know, no one else has ever brought it up again. I miss my Uncle Chris.