Sunday, August 30, 2009

My dirty little secret.

I have a secret that only a few of you know about. I am getting head cramps, but it's all good. Starving now so heading for anything edible.

Oh. That was poor form on my part for not sharing with you what I am up to. I feel really bad. I think you should write a letter to my editor.

Hmm. Well that's just silly isn't it. I guess you could leave me a comment on the etiquette of posting and keeping the reader in the know.

I promise to take it up with management.



Z-file-Interpretations gone wrong.

Here is something completely disturbing yet funny in a I-shouldn't-laugh-at-that way.

My sweet dear little boy Z sometimes interprets things too literally. For example, after working all day and then coming home to deal with more exterminating I was on edge. I was extremely irritable, annoyed, and itchy(mostly psychological). I had to keep Z away from me while I was doing my thing for obvious reasons, and had asked him to stay upstairs with Grandma and Aaron.

Well Z missed his Mommy while she was at work and so he really wanted to be with me. Every 5 minutes or so I'd hear the thump, thump, thump, thump of him coming down the stairs. Argh! I'd tell him "no" go back upstairs. When I finally went upstairs to get a drink he latched himself to my leg. "I miss you!" Oh how sweet he is!

I had things I had to take care of so I was up and down the stairs while trying to tell him to stay upstairs. It got really repetitive. On one of my final trips (At this point I am hot, sweaty, and miserable) Z launches himself at me before I can stop him.

OK. That hurt. So I say to him "You need to stop. You are pushing my buttons." and without hesitation he goes to my backside and starts pushing at my butt cheeks. I sighed "What are you doing?" His response..."I'm pushing your Buttons."

All those negative feelings and all the problems I was dealing with just disappeared. Mom & I looked at each other and started laughing. That's my boy.

Please don't think that was the gross part. It wasn't. That was a teaser to prepare you for my little Z's interpretation of things I say. Here is the story of Z and the "water" incident.

It all started out very innocent. I asked Z if he wanted a sandwich and he said yes. I was going to make burgers(he calls them sandwiches). I was not about to fire up the grill for two hamburgers so I decided to pan fry them.

You know the saying about curiosity right? Well, my little man wanted to help. He knows the difference between hot & cold. He knows he should not get to close to the stove EVER, but him being the ever curious he got too close.

A splatter of fat popped and hit him on the lip. Of course it hurt. We all have been splattered at some point. I told him to go to the bathroom and put his face in the water. (This is the code we use after brushing our teeth.) If we run out of those nifty little cups he normally puts his face/mouth directly in the stream of water. That's why this next part is disturbing.

Grandma & I were both in the kitchen when this happened. Her Office is slightly across from the kitchen and the bathroom is across from that room. It's a short zig-zag. So when I said to go put your face in the water I figured he'd do what we always do. Go to the bathroom, turn the faucet on and put his lip under the stream.

Ohhhhh....Noooooo. Not my son. He went straight to Grandma's office and put his face in the 50 gallon fish tank that sits on ground level. Ahhh. No! He gets redirected and he is being a trooper, whimpering but not full blown spasm. He is told bathroom honey, not fish tank. I walk to the kitchen check to make sure food isn't burning and return to the bathroom. So that took what 30 seconds? Guess what Z was doing? Have you figured out the GROSS part yet?

Two adults present and neither thought that he would even consider THAT alternative. My gorgeous Z-man put his face in the toilet!!!! The Toilet!!!! If I were the fainting type of person I would have fallen face first onto the floor. What the? No I was not laughing at the time. My son had just put his face into a toilet bowl. Eww. I don't care how clean you think you are it is still a place of unmentionable grossness.

And so after I got over my O.C.D. germaphobe idiocy I can laugh. My son gave himself a swirly without the swirl.

OK. Tired. Sleep, work, and then repeat cleansing.

It's like hair treatment. Ha!


Saturday, August 29, 2009

Enough already.

It has now been a week and a half since I noticed the first blood sucking parasite that decided to creep or rather jump its way into the house. I'm assuming they came in through the garage, because my cat Zona is an indoor kitty. I was pissed because I know that if you find a flea there usually is more than just one (Unless it was a fluke in which case count yourself extremely lucky), and I know how hard it is to get rid of them once they take up residence.

I was also embarrassed. Zachary was the main target for these little creatures and he had to start school with bites on him. I found out that I am not alone in this predicament. Many people I have shared my dilemma with had similar tales to tell and some of them don't even have animals. In most cases the common factor was the climate and location, meaning woodsy areas or yards along with the onslaught of rain followed by high humidity were perfect conditions for fleas to thrive. Another common factor was lack of Air Conditioning Units in the home or not using them. We all agreed that termination of their life span was difficult.

I am not going to get into what I had to do to get rid of them. In fact I am not 100% sure I am "rid" of them just yet. Tomorrow when I get out of work I will be repeating the same cleansing process I have been doing just to be on the safe side. In all honesty I probably will be doing this for the next week or so, because after what I read about their life cycle and their ability for survival I need to be absolutely sure for my own sanity.

Enough flea talk for now. I need to post about Z while I still have brain cells.


Thursday, August 27, 2009

Pop quiz

In honor of the school year officially starting here in CT I have prepared for you, the reader, a pop quiz. No need to get the jitters this one is quite simple. Can anyone tell me the difference between the following images.

Do you need a third to help you along?

How about a close up?

Here you go.

At this point you should probably have guessed that the answer is FLEA. Unless, of course, you are a hot blooded woman still thinking about Image #1 Flea.

Why am I bothering to torture you with a disgusting blood sucking parasite? Because I wanted to share my pain with you. Have you ever had the displeasure of dealing with fleas? Do you know anyone who has? If your answer is "NO" let me walk you through this by example of my twisted mind.

Picture this: You walk through the park and inadvertently pick up a hitchhiker. And being that my imagination is in control (with assistance from Dean Koontz) the hitchhiker goes undetected and has gained entry to your humble abode. Stealth like he /she retreats to the shadows of entryway awaiting the chance to escape possible doom.

Hitchhiker is a female and she is hungry. She smells food and you are on the menu unless you have a unprotected pet (don't make me go there). She doesn't have to go very far considering that her third leg jolts her through the air gracefully with the force of a spring loaded trap (picture a grain of sand or pepper shooting at you). Once she gains contact she then will spit on you (No joke here. Yes it is saliva.)to soften your skin and then use her pincers/saws to gain access to your blood. At this point she is sating her need for food. Oh but it doesn't end there. Nope. The female takes the nutrients to feed her eggs and then dumps them off where ever she feels like it. Nice Mom huh?

How many babies does she drop? Oh about 50-100 in a single day. Do all of them hatch? That depends on the conditions they get dropped in. In "good" conditions how often do they hatch? Oh 2-5 days I believe(check your climate or ask your vet). If my pet is protected is it possible to get fleas in my house? Yes. If my pet is an indoor pet that never sees the outside except through a window can we still get fleas? YES!

I am not a professional flea fighter (although I wouldn't mind wrestling with Flea).

This concludes my short tour of the minuscule freak. I mean flea.

Sweet dreams and try not to itch.

Ha. Gotcha.


Twisted Music shows

Are you a fan of Little Shop of Horrors?

Or how about The Rocky Horror Show?

If so then you should really check out the gem that was served up at Cake Wrecks. No they did not create it themselves. The post can be found here. If you do not currently follow Cake Wrecks I highly recommend them. Always funny and very witty, they are a perfect start or end to a sometimes crappy day.Onward to my point.

The following video caught me off guard. I thought for sure I'd watch part and yawn, but I found that it was right up my alley. Part of the reason for me starting this blog was based on a poem that took the conventional fairy tale and twisted it to my then dismal outlook on society (Hey I was young and the world was out to get me. The poem was written on a Word Processor if that helps the timeline.) So I was tickled pink by the story line and characters in this Short. And as for the musical score: Fantabulous! Who knew Doogie had a voice. Not me. (And I mean a singing voice in case you are wondering.)

You know the drill: We ask that all patrons please turn off their cell phones and/or personal messaging devices. No photography or recordings are acceptable nor shall be allowed during the performance. (Sniff..Sorry I miss the days of Theater. Gotcha. Actually I am giggling because if you do love the afore mentioned then you will enjoy this one.

To find more cool crap (Meant in the best of terms. Not actual poo.) like the Video/Movie just viewed head over to Hulu.

As the days grow shorter I will be reaping my crop of weirdness. I send you all love and well wishes.

(I would insert a signature that would be befitting of me but I have got to get a Duck to agree to come and let me scan it's webbed foot.)


Sweet dreams all.


Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Crop Circles

I have been reading about Crop Circles lately. I am fascinated by them and their intricate designs. I don't know if they are real or fake. By which I mean I don't know if they are or were made by Mankind or ET's. I'm still reading about them, and I hope to have a post ready in the near future. I love things that are unexplainable, strange, mysterious, and weird. Come on. Look at these photo's and tell me they are not awesome.

crop circles wiltshire Pictures, Images and Photos

If this is Man made someone out there is extremely talented and has a whole lot of time on their hands. Kudos!

crop circles Pictures, Images and Photos

This one looks like it was photo shopped. So again it would fall under Man made, but with a whole different level of talent seeing as it might have been done with the aid of a computer. But since I am not an expert who am I to judge.

Crop Circles. Pictures, Images and Photos

And then there was this shot. Pure Genius. I found this one several times from different angles. Nicely done.

And last, but not least, we have a salute to crop circles. Hee hee! Sorry Ladies and Gentleman, but I just could not resist.

8 Pictures, Images and Photos

Toodles for now.


Monday, August 24, 2009

Ex nilhilo nihil fit

Nothing comes from nothing. Nothing plus nothing equals nothing. Yes. my glass went from half full to drained. Pisser. Screw the happy face. Too many days uncounted I have plastered the freaking smile to make everyone happy. I am delirious. I feel like I should have the Oompa Loompa's come in to sing for you on how fast I am sinking. Willie is not keen on loaning out his Oompa's so I thought I'd share through Lyrics that sum up how I am feeling. If you are reading this I apologize for the whoa-is-me rant. Actually, I am not sorry at all. I just say that all the time regardless of whether or not it is warranted. Yeah. I know it's a personality flaw. But it's MY flaw Ah. Whatever.

Matchbox 20 - Unwell lyrics

All day
Staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night
Hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm headed for a
I don't know why
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
I know
I know they've all been talking 'bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong
With me
Out of all the hours thinking
I've lost my mind
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
I been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Hey, how I used to be
How I used to be, yeah
Well I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be

Sunday, August 23, 2009

More Mystic

More photo's from Mystic Aquarium.

Zach and Mom petting the Stingrays.

Zach stirring the kettle on the deck.

If you look real close Zach looks like he's double flipping me off.

This room was actual size but the bed was tiny.

My son Aaron tricked me at this display. I wasn't quite there yet and I was trying to take a picture of the State Room. My niece was in my way so I told her to move over. Aaron comes up to me and tells me to lower my voice because there was a man on the phone at the next exhibit. I felt bad so I went to apologize. Yeah real funny Aaron.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

What a Burger.

I wanted to share this because not only was this the best burger I have had in a very long time, but after seeing the photo I was giggling like a silly school girl. Can you see the face of Burger Man? It's sad that I ate him. Poor guy. (Picture him as a pirate it might help.)

Oh, yes. It was so yummy I was in another world while taking each scrumptious bite. I was not alone. We all loved the fabulousness of 5 Guys in Mystic, CT. We are a little sad that they are not close to where we live, but they get 4 1/2 stars from us. They lost 1/2 a star from me, because of pissy attitude. I work retail and smile all day. All I asked for was a stupid soda after my order was placed. You should have seen his face. Oh and I tipped again. (Not necessary, but accepted.) I do highly recommend them if you are in the Mystic area.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Whales, and Seals, and Sharks oh my!

Our family day was a success. We left for the day without a couple of Teen I-have-done-this-before but we had the other Teens that were on board, my son Aaron and my niece Alyssa. I should mention that they are they oldest when it comes to the grandkids.

Enough talk. Photo time.

That's mom with the orange shirt and birds. I went with her so I could snap a photo of her in "place". Mom is one with nature. OK. More tomorrow. No overkill.

Sweet Dreams all.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Z-file:The Zeals

I am going on a trip tomorrow. Me, Z, and family. He is so excited. I always try to give him an incentive if possible before going to sleep. It may not always be grandeur, but he does grasp the concept of which is which.

I say to Z: If we go to bed we will go swimming with your cousins tomorrow.
He responds: OK. (but still plays and runs around)

If I said: Wow Z. You get to go to the Dinosaur Park tomorrow. You need sleep.
He responds: Yeah. OK. (He will actually put himself to bed)

Tonight has me at a loss. It has to be in the DNA code for just certain males in this family. You have to grasp the fact that my Dad loves to fish. He passed that to my brothers and I. Yes. I can fish. Challenge me! I, however, did not get that one stupid genetic thing that makes them want to howl at the moon. My son apparently has the gift and he is four years old.

The Trip we are taking is to an aquarium in CT. We have the entire day filled with Maritime adventures. Of course we are going to end it with food. Yum. That's my favorite part. But wait my little bubby Z had this to say:

Z: There will be zeals?
Me: Yes Seals.

Z: Zeals and Whales?
Me: Yes hun.

Z: There fish there?
Me: Um. Yeah.

Z: I bring fish pole!
Me: No. We don't fish there.

Z: We fish there. I bring pole.
Me: No. We are going to take pictures. OK?

Z: OK.

For those of you who do not know, Z is a bit delayed. I would strike anyone down who even thought to poke fun or make him less than normal. He has made such huge strides this summer in his development. I am a PROUD MOMMA!!!!!!

OK. I will post pictures after our outing.

No fishing poles.

I promise.

Monday, August 17, 2009

The Strange

Did you ever look at a stranger and wonder what it is that persons life was like? It may seem weird, but this has been happening to me frequently over the past few months. It's random. I could be in line for coffee and someone walks in the door. I am walking through a store, or someone is walking their dog near the park. My mind strays and I get stories going through my head.

It makes me wonder if there is a someone out there who has seen me standing in line waiting for my caffeine jolt, or shopping, and has had the same thing happen.

When I say I get a story I am not talking a quick "Oh. He is a business man" or "look she is a mom." I mean I see the full picture. I am NOT claiming to be a psychic, or a medium. I mean my mind makes up a tale for the person. My imagination seems to be coming out of hibernation.

I know it sounds ridiculous, but stop and think. Have you said hello to someone you swore was another person? Have you called someone only to get a wrong number but it is someone you know? Has anyone approached you thinking you were someone else?

I have been having these weird dopplegangerish (yes I know it's not an actual word but it makes me feel better) things happening. You either believe or you don't. It's all good.

Maybe I am just running into people, places, and things, that I have seen in my youth and am now recalling with extreme vividness that I now want to call it weird or strange, unusual or freaky.

I started to look into this "Stuff" and I am going to post some as I discover and share with you the things that make me wonder if.

My Unplanned Plan

I made a plan
to make a plan
to help me not
forget the plan
that I was supposed to do.
I think it it was
a week or two
ago. You see.
I eat. I think.
I drink. I sleep.
I wake. I walk.
I talk. I wait.
I want. I need.
Then I thought.
What if I omit the crap
that somehow caught me in the trap.
Then I would have no need for plans,
agendas, missions, goals, or scans
of things that have not gone in the can
of all the things that did not pan
out. I see how free that one could be
if stripped of responsibility.
I know that I must do what's right.
So I will enjoy at least one night
of my unplanned plan and then I'll write
a very short to-do-list.

Lyn Hernandez

Friday, August 14, 2009


How sad is it that we are almost done with summer? Very. Temperature wise I know that we will see more days of high heat and swim days. Don't close the pool just yet. Keep the swimsuits out for a little longer.

This sucks putrid air from a dumpster at high noon. I just can not believe that Summer is almost over. No I am not jumping the gun. I am counting down the days that I send my baby into full-time Pre-K. Yeah I am a bit freaked out.

We went shopping for his big boy school supplies last week and I have had to wake up to the following since:

Last Week

Tuesday: School time yet?
No Hon. We just got your school things.
It's My Backpack.
Yes, It's your backpack.
It's my Backpack!
(Here is where he tells everyone & anyone it is his backpack)

Thursday: Is it school time yet?
No honey.
Is it Friday yet?
No. It's Thursday.

Friday: Is it Friday yet?
Yes. It's Friday.
Is school time?
No hon.
Why not?
Because school isn't till the end of the month.
Yes. 3 more weeks.
I'm hungry.

Sunday: Is school time yet?
No Zach. Not yet.
A few more weeks.
Oh. Monday then.
No. not Monday.
No Hon. We have to wait.
Hmf. K.

Monday: Is school today?
(Me sighing but holding it back)
Because school starts on Friday.

I could go on and on with his cuteness. Today is actually Friday. He did ask me in that adorable voice of his ,"Is it Friday yet?"

Of course I said Yes. But I told him we had to wait till next Friday because the paperwork was lost. Hah!

Oh. My little Z how I love thee.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

In "Me"

For those of you who have been following for quite some time you have seen me post Making Fiends on a couple occasions.

Do you know why? It's because Vendetta & Charlotte make up the persona of Ducky, and well I guess that is me in a sense. I am not saying that I am completely evil and hide in the basement making Zombies and Inferi, casting spells and well, making Fiends, but in my head full of imaginary characters yet to be penned I most certainly do (make sense).

As for my Charlotte "das Über-Ich", well as annoying as she is, she is me and I am her. If not for Charlotte I would be one seriously twisted individual. No I do not walk around going Tra-la-la. Nor do animals flock to me as if I were Snow White. I am a very happy-smiley person which grates on peoples nerves for some unknown reason. (Crawl back under the damn rock if you don't like it!) oops...That would be Vendetta trying to shut me up. Tee hee.

OK. So now I am left to wonder if you read into the analogies or read it for the words written. For those of you that read into it don't worry my "das Ich" is as normal as the day was when I awoke this morning. I am, however, thoroughly enjoying using that other part of my brain.

I do not own Making Fiends Amy Winfry and Nickelodian do.
This is a very peculiar web toon with a peculiar title it is cute yet dark and "stars" Charlotte and Vendetta.
Watch them also at

Monday, August 10, 2009

Sunday's with Jacki

I sometimes wonder if I am alone in the blog world when it comes to the subject of wanting to be left alone. It is not that I don't want reader's. I just don't feel like writing. Certain things can not be shared, and others are best left unsaid.

I have been leaving gaps in my blog lately. It is not because I don't want to share, but I respect the wishes of those I was going to write about.

I can tell you that my oldest sons Godmother and I finally found each other. I missed her so much. I may have to take up the offer to go visit and real soon.

Sunday's with Jacki

I remember our messed up hair
and crusty eyes.
Wiping our faces of ick from the
night before and wanting coffee.
It is Sunday and our time.
Dad graciously gives us our
time consuming mind puzzle.
He knows we won't finish it
but loves that we try like
Hell freezing over to complete
the puzzle.
My beat up dictionary and sometimes
a third person couldn't help to
finish the last few blocks.
Ahh. More coffee from Mom and
we had no cares in the world.

Lyn Hernandez

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Dinner and a Movie

A few days ago we had Family night. I made pulled pork, and steak Taco's. For sides we had coleslaw, corn-on-the-cob, and watermelon. Dessert was a smore dip that we ate during the movie.

Mom had purchased a projector that we had yet to try out so we made a make-shift outdoor movie theater pool side. It was cheesy, but oh so much fun. The kids were able to continue to swim while we set up. And the older kids continued to swim even after the movie started.

In case you are wondering the answer is yes. Yes we did string up sheets and then tie them to the deck. Hey, whatever works!

Our movie choice was Coraline directed by Henry Selick, and Michael Cachuela.
Although though movie was great I have to warn that it may not be suitable for younger children. Ours, however, thought it was a hoot.

Coraline 2009 Pictures, Images and Photos

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Little Miss Muffet Ran.

I was in the middle of finishing up our lovely dinner (which I now am saving for a later post), when the teenaged vamps and zombies came running out of the gaming tent. A couple of screeches and not allowed swear words later, I get them to say why they burst out like they did. Little Miss J saw a little bug and booked. I love ya J but I had to share.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

OK. So it is not so bitsy or itsy.

It is freakishly beautiful.

Have you noticed its getting blurry?

Yeah. Well my brother decides to tell me (while I'm getting up close and personal with the arachnid), that he believes this is one of the ones that actually do bite. I am not an entomologist, nor is anyone in my immediate family. OK. Maybe Zach, but he is 4 years old and doesn't hold a PHD yet. This spider...ahem...I apologize...The SPIDER managed to scatter both the young and the bold.

I only managed to squeak out those last photos out of fear. Yes. I am afraid of spiders, but I conquered that fear today. I may have gotten shaky and squeamish, but I still held fast and got the shots.

I am wicked proud of myself. I can now check that off my list of things I must do. It also reaffirms my faith that I can accomplish the things I fear most. I can do it. I can. I will.

Sweet dreams bloggers!

Monday, August 3, 2009

This and That.

Now that I have decided to go back to school I am hunting. Oh, what fun.

Now what?

My ex-husband shows up at my job. I, in a knee-jerk reaction, hug him and walk off. Ugh! What was I thinking. Please Lord do not let him think that hug was a free-pass into my life.

Financial aid...I see loads of paperwork and stalling and headaches.

Starting another blog but truly speaking what's on my mind. It's not pretty and I get tired of holding it in/back.

What am I going to school for? I have to pick. Focus Lyn!

And then there is this guy that has most recently caught my attention by a single touch. I don't think he knows I exist.

Zona is very sick and I may have to put her in Kitty Heaven. (Don't pick on me here please. It's ripping me up.)

Lots of stuff for me to think about.

Sweet dreams to all.

Friday Fun at Quassy

These pictures are from our family night of fun the Friday before last. Quassy has Friday Quarter Night which is fantastic for families on a budget.

My view from the choo choo. :)

My nephew and his girlfriend.

The Dragon at dusk.

Some weird girl having fun. :)

Favorite ride so far.

Someone winning a prize?

Last shot of the night.

An incredible evening at such an affordable price. Can't beat that.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Catch of the Day.

Hey there Mr.June Bug. How are you today?
My nieces, nephews, and my son would like for you to play.

They love that you are really big and just a wee bit scary.
You lucky bug you came into the yard where children query.

Your armor is sleek. Your pincers are ready to use
but not for us because
My gentle giant beetle bug, my June bug of which I love,
would never harm a single hair of anyone that would care
to take the time to see that Mr. June Bug loves
nothing more than to be loved...Oh and to not get squished.

Lyn Hernandez