Mini me.

Another long weekend. Worked all day yesterday and I am about to leave for work again. Not complaining one bit. Bring it on. So before I leave for the day I thought I'd share what I found yesterday. Remember my saying that I am going to end up like a "crazy cat lady"? Well here ya go. Isn't she just adorable? Yeah I know the picture isn't the best. I took it last night around 12:30am.

OK. I'm outta here. I look forward to reading everyone's blogs when I get home tonight.

My new Specs!

My new glasses came in. Yay!



Momma's happy!

Once upon a Daytime Sopera.

Once upon a time I used to follow Soap opera's faithfully. I remember the dreaded bus ride home knowing that I was going to miss 15 minutes of General Hospital. I would get off the bus and run as fast as I could with my overloaded backpack threatening to knock me over, my house key in my hand.

Back then we had 2 dogs Brandy and Tasha. The poor dogs didn't know what to think when I would rush in the door pretty much jumping over them just to get to the TV. I would only relax once I saw a glimpse of Luke or Laura, Vicki or Bo.

Jump to my pregnancy with Aaron. Now I am addicted to All My Children, One Life To Live, and General Hospital. I notice I have a problem when I want to arrange my doctor appointments around my shows. Sick! Of course NOTHING was going to make me stop watching my shows.

Enter Aaron...My attention span shrunk to the size of dehydrated pea. My shows were replaced by sleep. Squeeze it in when you can everyone told me. And then as he grew Barney (Yes I mean the purple dinosaur eek) took over. I had forgotten all about my beloved daytime programs.

This brings me to the present. I mentioned about a month or so ago that my schedule was changing. I went from working days to nights. Side note: This is about to change again at the end of June. More flexibility. Yay! I don't know how I got back to this fascination, but I found myself making Z-mans lunch/snack and I tuned in on purpose to watch AMC.

I can't believe that even though I haven't really paid attention at all I was able to pick up the story lines as if I were still 21. Oh and if you do follow this Soap Op then you already know that they killed off an endearing character. Yup I cried and that's when it hit me. What was I doing? I just shed tears for a long lost fictional friend. At least this time I didn't have to jump over the dogs. Jake and Farley are much too big for that.

Things to aide in your absorption of my drivel:

Once upon a time I was totally in love. It didn't work. I divorced him. I said I'd marry once and one time only. That's what I believe in. I thought I found my "Match". Hmph. He swept me off my feet, and then dropped me on my head so to speak. Reality check!

So I guess that I will eventually become that which I fear, the Cat Lady, the old maid, or the Old maid Cat lady.

Yeah..Yeah..I know. Chin up Lyn. You are too young to be giving up so soon.

I am so glad that I have my family, and friends!

Thank you...You guys Rock!

I just spent a few hours with my oldest son Aaron aka Double "A". I was helping him research for a paper that he has due. I could sit here and go into detail about our search, or I could share the silly, yet thought provoking game we played. I am going with the later.

Those of you who have been following me for a while now know that Aaron wants his privacy. Not today. He was totally into this...Pictures and all. I think we both got brain fried from the research. This was our release.

Have you ever heard of Zobmando: The outrageous book of bizarre choices Created by Randy Horn? It actually comes with a warning...Cool.

So to entertain ourselves after the brain crunch my Son starts asking me questions from Zobmando. I must tell you that these are not your normal "do you like pink or blue?" inquires. Each one is made to force you into an uncomfortable, and sometimes disgusting choice. Aaron and I, find this to be absolutely hysterical.




Here are some of our not so gross questions we answered. I may post again on maybe a Friday night with the more repulsive ones just for fun.

Would you rather:

Have your thumb and first finger glued together for life in the "OK" sign... Or... be forced to say "thank you" before every sentence?
My answer: Thank you...my answer would be Thank you. Thank you.

Be granted the answers to any three questions...or... be granted the ability to resurrect one person?
My answer:resurrect one person..My grandma Daniel

Always show up 20 minutes late for everything...Or...always show up 90 minutes early for everything?
My answer:show up early of course...Read a book...floss my teeth...rearrange their furniture.

Bang your funny bone five times in a row until it's not funny anymore...Or...listen to somebody scrape nails down a chalkboard for 20 minutes?
My answer: Bring it on Freddy Krueger...No way am I intentionally whacking my elbow EVER!

So...That was just a taste of what we did this evening. Don't worry. He started the assignment. He is in good shape. I think the sillyfest helped.

I am off to read more blogs!

My Father's "hand" me down wisdom.

It is late, (did you notice that I haven't fixed my time yet..hee hee. A rhyme for every reason.) and this is what is going through my head:

Is it just me, or is it the older you get the fewer TRUE friends you actually have?

Why is it that I am unimportant until "something" comes up?

How many true friends do you have? Actual, not virtual. No FB, MySpace, Blogworld, etc..

If you were to be stranded in the middle of nowhere and managed to get a cryptic message sent to 911, who, besides your family, would be the first to drop everything and search for you?

I had to think about this. That's not a good sign.

I do have my answer. I know for a fact that she would drop anything, and everything to make sure I was found.

My Father told me when I was in my early teens that you can count your real friends on one hand...the rest are just there.

Who knew that I was going to agree with him, after all the arguments that I gave:

I can count them on both hands and feet and then some.

No Dad. They are all my friends.

Of course they will be my friends till forever!

You are serious? One hand...five friends...as if!

Kidding with the last one. I never spoke to my father like that. We had respect for parents back then. I make myself sound old. If you are from an "Old School" family upbringing you know exactly what I am talking about!

Enough babbling for now. I have to sleep at some point. Tomorrow is now my today. Eek!

Sweet dreams!

Memorial Day

I know everyone is out having fun today. Hot dogs, hamburgers, maybe even some steaks on the grill. Cold beer in hand, or maybe a soda, or a glass of lemonade. I want you all to have fun, but I also want you to stop for a minute to look around. See the kids laughing, the dog barking, the flowers growing. Smell the food grilling, the freshly cut grass. It was all made possible by those that gave their lives for our freedom. Please take a moment to say Thank You. And then go have some fun.

Yup. I am tired. My brain is numb, but still intact. I knew that I would be tired, but yet I promised a Zombie post.




I am going to pretend that a Zombie just bit me, rendering me unavailable at this time. It's hard to think when you have a dead guy chomping on your head.

Of course I can't just walk away without posting something so...I found these tidbits on Fear.Net






I am so tired it's ridiculous. Sweet dreams friends.

Warning: This post will self-destruct in 5 minutes.

Kidding on the title folks. Just wanted to warn those that don't care for foul language that the Lyrics below contain a few mild expletives.

What a day. It was a get up and go day. Well, sort of. I did get up, but I laid down for a bit to enjoy the Green Day concert on GMA (Good Morning America).




I wish I could have been there. A free concert in Central Park with one of my favorite bands, and I watched from my son's bedroom. Bummer.

My new glasses have been ordered, and I must say that I loooove them. The lady who was helping me to pick them out said, "Don't you think they are too big for you?"

What is that? Code for you look like a dork? Excuse me, but you guys helped me to pick out the pair that won't stay on my face.

Oh, and after this remark she hands me a pair that were clearly meant for a child. I couldn't help it. I put them on just to show her how ridiculous her choice was. Her response, "Oh, those seem to be too small."

Too bad she didn't have blond hair, or I would have been rolling on the floor in hysterics. She was sounding more like the little girl in "Goldilocks, and the 3 bears" than a optical eye-wear-salesperson-wanna-be.

I wasn't about to wait for her to pick another pair, and then tell me "Just right." That's what happened with the other pair I mentioned above.

If I look like a dork I can say I am self made. Ha!

I have this insane schedule that I have to do tomorrow, and Sunday. It makes todays look like a stroll in the park. So if you don't see or hear from me you know why. By Sunday night I will officially be the walking dead.

I think a post dedicated to Zombies is in order. Yes. Tomorrow. While my "frain is bried" I'll post for the Zombified work force. Care to join me Blaez and Karen?

Have you seen me: The lost specs.

I lost my glasses. Can you believe that? I, me, Lyn lost yet another pair of glasses.

What gets me is that I know where they are, and some little twit, or a lazy "who cares" type of person didn't bother to turn them in.

Lost and found is there for a reason!

I'm OK. I have a backup pair that I hate, but they do serve their purpose. I don't really hate them. It's just that they are so feather light that they fall off with any sudden movement. I am shocked that I still have this pair.

And what about my poor lost spectacles.

Dear Love of my Sight,

I shudder to think where you may lie right now. I hope you are well.

Maybe, just maybe, you ended up in some child's play world and you are giving sight to a favorite Doll.

Or maybe you were picked up by a person in need. It's possible that I share the same vision requirements as others. I hope they help you to see better my friend.

If, however, you are still stuck in limbo somewhere in that "Place" know this...I will find you. I don't care how long it takes. Your eyes are going to come hunting for their mate. Sniff!

Always and forever,

Blurry Brown Eyes

Of course by that time I may already be wearing new glasses. In which case old faithful, if found, becomes the backup.

Shhhhh. I don't want to offend the feather weight, or chase the lost pair further into hiding.

When I started this blog it was with the intention of getting my creative self back. I was going through my post's and saw that I did grow. Maybe not the way I thought I would, but heck, it's a step in the right direction.

I may not alway's be consistent, or creative to your liking. It's my process. I know that I spell inacurately at times :) and I fail to punctuate where i should sigh I just want to be me.

If I have to start a whole blog dedicated to the various smells of cat urine then so be it!

I have no idea why I am ranting on like a mad woman. It feels pretty good though.

I'm going to toss the Princess into a Volcano. Let's see if she gets spit out Like Joe did.

Did you know that there are people out there that don't know the song You Don't Bring Me Flowers?

You Dont Bring Me Flowers (Duet with Barbra Streisand) - Neil Diamond Duet With Barbra Streisand

I am not old. I am not young either. I am me. Stuck in the middle. I can choose to embrace this, or fight it tooth and nail.

I need to start making choices. Standing up for myself and finding my damn voice.

I remember saying to a friend that if I were a dog that I would be a German Shepard. Why? Because they are not only fierce, but loyal. They are guardians of the family that they are in.

My point is that I don't have a direction/theme/genre/category.

I am happy with my simple "I am me."

Deal with it.

Hmmmmm....



Hugs & kisses!

Lyn

PS. (I stuffed Ducky in the toy box.)

I feel good.

It's Tuesday, and I am feeling good. That was some rough territory I hit over the past week or so. Did you know that high stress induces weird dreams? And I thought it might be the food. Who knows, maybe both.

Have you ever had the falling dream? Falling from an unknown height that seems endless and excruciating, and then jerking awake as if you just landed in your bed?

How about the driving along a country road dream? This one is annoying because although I am happy I can't find a turn off or cross road.

There is another that I've had that has a house. It seems average from the outside, but once you get in there it is a labyrinth of hallways and doors.

I'll share with you one dream that I had that was so far beyond belief that I only told it to my Mom, and two of my friends at that time.

I had been going through a difficult time, and I truly believed that I could not get myself out of my private hell.

I cried myself to sleep. I woke up, or so I thought, to a brilliant light. I can explain it only as if you were to stare directly into a light bulb, or better yet a flood light. Short and brief, I was told, "Look. It's Gabriel." I couldn't see anything but the white. Then I heard, "Everything will be OK." It was over as fast as it came.

You can poke fun at me as much as you want, but I still have that one branded in my head. And when things seem to take a turn for the worse for me in my life it is the words from that dream that make me go forward.

"Onwards and Upwards." C. S. Lewis

That's much better.

I woke up this morning, and breathed in deep. Guess what? No cat pee smell. Just good old fresh air, which by the way was freezing. I had to close the window, and turn the heat on. Brr. I did a couple loads of laundry too just to get the heat circulating down here.

I'm wondering if the drop in temperature had anything to do with Zona's suitor not coming last night. Or maybe he realized that she was not playing hard to get, but is an indoor cat content to sleep all day. Getting up only to seek food and water, and of course use the kitty loo.

I make her sound boring, but she really isn't. She plays on a daily basis, but its usually against her will. Her & Z like "Hide-and-Seek" where she hides while he seeks. Or how about "Tag" she runs from Z while he chases her.

There have been a few times where I had to intervene. I mentioned in an older post, Another "Z"escapade" ,that Z had been trying to get Zona into the washer. Don't worry. He didn't succeed.

One time, however, he did get her into his toy-box. Not the Plastic type that Tyco makes. I'm talking a good old fashion wooden toy box with hinges connected to the lid.

The box itself is not very heavy, but the lid once closed is quite secure. I didn't even have to wait for the cat to start meowing. I just happened to check in on Z at the right moment. He was sitting on the toy box giggling. I knew something was up. He never sits there. He has a wooden stool that he prefers (It was given to him by his big brother.)

He took one look at me, and the giggles stopped. He got off the box, and backed out of the room. He knew he had done something wrong, and he hates time-out. Sorry little buddy (time-out for sure).

Have you ever played with a Jack-in-the-box? You know, the kind that you wind the handle on the side while it plays Round and Round the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel. Well, you know that the stupid clown is going to pop out at any moment, but yet you still jump in surprise when it finally springs out. That is the only way to explain my opening of the toy box.

I reached down to open the lid, and instead of the cat just climbing out she launched herself straight up. It was like she just hopped on a trampoline. And another thing, aren't cats supposed to be graceful? Hmpf. Not her. As she was flying upward her legs were swiping the air like someone had put her in a lake and she was swimming to shore. She landed with a thud and was still scrambling with her legs. Poor kitty.

I wasn't able to find her for a couple of days after that. She plays a really good game of Hide-and Seek.

(No animals were harmed in the writing of this post. Yes she was and is fine.)

Cross your fingers, and pray for me. I am going to bed. Please Lord...No Cat stink when we wake up. Sleepy time. Love to all. Sweet dreams!

Zona's Secret Admirer.

Ha! Zona has an admirer. I woke up to that smell again. Cat pee. Ugh. What the crap. Mom came down and I asked her if she could smell it. Yup it's male cat. Someone has been trying to get Zona's attention. Thank's a lot Rico Suave or should I say Pepe Le Pew.

FYI...I live in the basement apartment, sort of like an in-law apartment. The windows are at ground level on the outside of the house. Public Enemy #1 has been spraying the windows, and of course I have had them open because of the nice weather.

How do I stop Don Juan from returning in the night to spray yet again?

I feel sick.

Kaleidoscope or Karma crap

My week was a kaleidoscope of weird moments. Some were good, and others were bad, really bad. I am not going to run it down in a daily format. I believe that random would better serve this list,(As if I'd be able to put it all in order at this point..HA!)

Let me start by saying I think my stars were not only misaligned, but the moon, sun, and universe were all out to get me. Well, it felt like that.

Someone poked a hole in my optimistic glass of water. I got po'd, plugged the hole, and filled the glass with liquid...Back-the-frigg-off-before-I-stomp-on-your-a$$.

~~My job sucks. I Have 2 jobs. The other rocks.

~~Being threatened for a small debt from a friend $125.00..Sucks (I did say I didn't know when I could repay it BUGGER.)

~~Chocolate milk spill gone unnoticed on the sofa creating a severely wretched stench...Sucks

~~Cleaning the damn cushion that the milk was festering in Sucks big time.

~~Having to steam clean the rugs due to various unpleasant odors after work...2 thumbs up of Suckiness.

~~I am sick of the cat pee smell. Love my Cat. She is old. Sigh. Grandma loves her more.

~~Z getting his 1st computer. See last post for a picture. Smiles from me.

~~Mom for being my rock. She is the best. More smiles from me.

~~Sandy for putting up with my antics. I swear no more spiders. Hee hee. We lean together, thus neither of us fall alone.

~~My friend Ames for housewarming I did not attend, I am so proud of you. You are another pillar holding me up.

~~My son's father stating that he will pick him up tomorrow when I know full well that he won't. Major Suck.

~~Knowing that my son is sleeping soundly in the room right next to me, and will wake to say "Mommy?" Priceless.

Z file:Grandma hooks up the Z-man

Grandma rocks! She hooked Z up with his 1st computer. Hand me down's being put to good use. He is playing Jump Start a learning game for kids 3-6.

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You have reached the blogbox of "Lyn Hernandez."  She is unavailable at this time. Please leave a message at the...I had 2 posts going , but I guess they will wait. Tired. 

Update: I still have my job. Crossing my fingers, because I am still in the fire zone. I was wondering why they haven't called me yet. I am taking a Passive stance. I will work until told otherwise. Have I mentioned that this really sucks because I love my job. I have no clue on how to repair what I thought was not broken.  

I want to give a salute to some of my fellow bloggers, and I have 2 of which have been faithfully  following me.  Karen apeekatkarensworld , and Blaez geminiwitchtwin. 

Karen. You make me smile, and I have not told you until now that you are just like my Sandy. Sounds wierd, but Sandy is my son "Z's" Godmother. She has a blog too.  I just have to poke her to update. She is inspirational.

Blaez. You have the best personality for someone absorbing the punches and blows that life is dealing you. I thank you for helping me with blogging 101. 

A few other shout outs that I have been following:

thebackorderedlife

remembermoments

valeriecesari

doctorphyllis

Someone on this short list needs to post soon.  Ahem Sandy!

Sweet dreams!

The Z-files: It's music.

For my own sanity I am labeling any posts regarding "Z" as the Z-files. It fits him. And why shouldn't I? My clever, and always silly son deserves his own title. (If you are wondering why I don't write about "A" it's because he wants his privacy.) I can, however, brag that he is creating his own Website. Momma is proud!

Back to Z. Someone figured out that music can come from various sources. He doesn't have to play on the electric drum set, or piano, both belonging to his older brother. He found his own symphony out of the cabinets.

Z was marching back and forth with different canned food items. I was going to stop him, but my curiosity held me back. Beans, spinach, fruit, salmon, and more beans. It was a parade of the non-perishable.

He marched, and shook each can with deliberation. Upon reaching the couch/sofa, he then placed the can in its row. (I am guessing according to sound because some of the rows made no sense.)

He was on his way with yet another can of Salmon when I finally caved.

"What are you doing?"
"It's here." Z said while pointing to the cans.
"What is it? What is there?"
"Music."
"Music?"
"Yup." Z pick's up a can, and shakes it close to his ear.
"You listen." I shook the can, and heard a faint squishy sound.

I was hoping for some magical, fairy-like tinkle, but none of that for a grown-up like me.

"Here." Z hands me another can.
"Thank you." I shake it, and hope that he doesn't see that I am simply amusing him.

"YOU hear it? It's music."

I have no response. My child is hearing music from resources that we take for granted.

I didn't know what to say. He did get a big hug and kiss from me of course.

Sweet dreams to my little creative genius.

Mommy day: The good, the bad, and the ugly.

Let me start by saying today was one really Messed-Up-Thank-God-I-didn't-read-my- Horrorscope-Day. (Yes, it's an intentional misspelling.)

The "Good" part of the day started with my waking up after only 4 hours of sleep. Which of course was nobody's fault, but my own. When I work the closing shift I find that I cannot go to sleep right away. Side Note: I am blushing because I know that I could have gone to bed at a more reasonable time, but was attached to the computer. I have to add that 75% of the time spent was due to work:(

Back to the Good. My family rocks! I get a semi-edible vase of cookie flowers from A & Z. My Mom, Grandma to them, made it. In addition to this, my brother and sis-in-law hosted a Mother's Day Breakfast. I have to tell you that my brother "T-bone" can put some Chefs to shame. He was not only his own Sous-chef, but he held the title of Executive-Chef with more grace than any Next-Food-Network-Star-wanna-be.


Pretty: from A & Z

The bad part of today. I didn't get enough sleep(see above), Mother Nature came early(stress), I am losing my hair(stress), my job at *a job(STRESS), my not being able to fill you in completely even more stressful.

The Ugly: I may not have one of my jobs as of tomorrow. I am sick to my stomach, and my head hurts. I need to resolve this before I either lose my hair, or go shocking white/silver/gray before my 38th b-day.

I want to re-wind to 9:00 am.

Rewind option please!

April shower's brought May flowers. Here are a few shots. We are still working on the yard. It's a continuous project, but it's looking good.









Aren't they pretty? I think they are beautiful, and wanted to share with everyone. If you are wondering why I am so excited, it's because for the longest time I had a "black-thumb". It's not like I wanted to kill the plants intentionally. I just didn't know what I was doing. I am still learning everyday.

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And now for something completely unrelated.

If you had to change your name, what would you choose as your new name?

Emily Brightson. Maybe it's my theatrical background, but I love the name Emily. Brightson just popped into my head. The name probably belongs to someone out there. Don't worry Em. I am not name swiping.


If you could live in any state other than the one in which you currently reside, which state would you choose?

Colorado. Vermont was a very close second. I have been to both states and know that if it were to be the rest of my life to one of them it is Colorado hands down.

Besides your real birthday, what is one other date on the calendar that you think would have been a great day to be born?

The 4th of July. I was just a few minutes short of being an Independence baby.

You've no doubt heard the expression, "They couldn't pay me enough to do that job." What job would that be for you?

A Deep Sea Fisherman. I am not afraid of water. It's the fear factor of being so far out to Sea that you cannot "see" land. Now factor in the size of the ship versus the waves. Not happening.:(

Everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. What topic can put you to sleep more quickly than any other?

ZZZzzzzzzZZzzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzz...oops. I swear I am awake. What were we talking about? Well it would have to be History. Not the subject, but the only teacher to have ever put children to sleep happened to me. I remember the drool stains on my notebook. Can you remember this "Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?"

I am curious to see the results of these questions from fellow blogger Blaez aka geminiwitchtwin

Everyone has something about themselves that they do not share with anyone. OK. Maybe a few close friends, or possibly a family member who is sworn to secrecy by means of blackmail. Whoever you are, you have something that you like to indulge in, but slam the closet door anytime company comes knocking.

No. I am not getting naughty. However, I could see how this post could turn that route if I didn't say "Halt!" What I am trying to say is that everyone has a hobby, passion, or guilty pleasure that they keep to themselves.

I used to be the biggest romance novel reader in my teens, but refused to let anyone know this, and compensated by reading anything, and everything. Newspapers, Magazines, Fiction (Avoiding the Harlequin section while blushing), Non-Fiction (My never ending collection is sitting in storage,) all of this to hide my penchant for I-wish-it-were-me novels. I actually tried to write one. Whoa! Cheese-head alert. It was the worst thing I ever tried to feed my word processor. Yes. That's how long ago it was.

I thought that this "secret" was mine. Until my mother came home with a bag full of used books all from her co-workers. They gladly coughed up their favorites upon hearing my new "interest". Yes I was grateful, but have you ever read some of these so-called books?

Airing out my closet feels good. More Spring cleaning to come. Maybe when I fall asleep tonight I will be kidnapped by Johnny Depp, and be forced to forever be his Pirate love slave only to be rescued by the handsome Jack Hughman. Back off. Wolverine needs me as the next addition to the X-men. Special Skill: Talk people to sleep.

It's the little things in life that make me smile. OK. Sometimes it leads to a fit of giggles, or a loud unexpected snort. One of my friend's pointed out that we (mostly me), laugh at our own jokes/humor. I have to agree. I think I am hysterical in my own mind. Of course this does not translate to paper, or to blogs.

We both spent the day together, yet separate. She on a well known site (Not naming but you probably have been there.) And me?

Well. In addition to going to work today, (See my day was not totally useless.) I hopped around the web. Wait a second, I mean waddled around the web. My alias is Ducky, not Wabbit..err Rabbit. I wanted to see the results of the Webby awards. While browsing I fell upon the FAIL Blog Website Google and proceeded into the the mind numbing time wasting gem that I have bookmarked for the moments that I feel "Not myself."

Oh. And I really did have a Venus Fly trap. It didn't survive the move from point A to B. I miss my plant.

I used to have a Venus Fly Trap. I always wondered why the darn thing never actually ate flies.


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The Blob.

I love Monday's. I scored a bonus today with the rain as well. For normal folks this is not a combination worthy of anything, but just managing to get out of bed. For me it's a big hooorahhh!

Monday is my day to catch up with all of the things I ignored over the weekend. If you read the last post you know that my list grows fast. I try so hard to get the list down to a manageable 5-6 things to accomplish, but of course this is never the case. (Note to self: check off blog update.)

The laundry mutated into "The Blob" circa 1958, and was threatening to overthrow me as Queen of Procrastination. I of course would not take this lying down (yawn...stretch.) So I got up. Shoved the pile back toward the laundry room "Matrix" style. And prepared myself for an arse whooping.

Results: 1 pink sock MIA, 1 dark green sock MIA, 1 Spiderman slipper DOA

I'll take my laundry turning into "The Blob" any day. I fear it may become "The Body Snatchers" if I don't keep up!

Another "Z" escapade.

Children really do say the darnedest thing's. Why do I say this? Let me set the scene.

I came home from work tonight tired and sore(This is a given on weekends). As usual, I just wanted to sit down and relax. This hardly ever happens, unless I come home after 11:00. At which point my youngest son is in La La Land. Now, I know that I have some cleaning to do. The list is never ending. At the top of this list is laundry. I do not need this to be pointed out to me. Especially by my soon-to-be 4 year old son. "Z" has taken a special interest in household chores. Which in turn creates more items to tick off on my to-do list.

So, my precious son decides that he wants to help Mommy with the laundry, but fails to tell Mommy. I did see him going back and forth to the laundry room, but I thought he was in hot pursuit of "Zona" the cat. Well, I was both right and wrong. I was right that he was chasing the cat, but I had his intention all wrong.

I heard the cat meow loudly in distress. So I went to see what he was subjecting her too. The first thing I see is that the washing machine lid is up. I peek in. "Z" has thrown in Mommy's work clothes. Aww...How sweet is that? I look around, and there is my son in a crouch looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" I ask him.
"Kitty." He tells me.
"Kitty doesn't want to play hon." I tell him.
"Kitty needs clean." He says.
"What?"
"Kitty needs clean. Needs wash clean."
"Needs wash clean?"
"Yes. Wash clean rinse."
"You want to give Zona a bath?"
"Yes."
"I don't think she wants a bath right now honey."
"No! Kitty rinse in wash clean!"
(Here is where my brain starts catching up.)
"Oh! You want to wash kitty in the washing machine?"
"Yes. Kitty needs rinse."
"Honey. We don't wash Zona in the washer. The washer is for clothes, not kitties."
"Oh. No kitty in washer."
"Yup. No kitty in washer."
"OK."

And off he went. Time to water paint.

My poor cat. She was wailing for good reason. Thank God he has no clue how to turn the machine on. I think Momma's little helper is going to be in another room from now on when I do decide to catch up on my list.

A tale of a tail.

I think I'm being followed.
I'm not sure, but I can tell
that someone has been tailing me.
Sniff...sniff, I know that smell.

I think I might be able,
to catch them if I run.
Fast and sure I turn, and turn.
Oh, look it's just my bum!

Lyn Hernandez

The sound of smiles.

I was sent this video from a friend. It made me smile.



I am still adjusting to the new schedule I am on. Hopefully by next week I will be back on track.

Question: How is everyone dealing with the Swine Flu Pandemic in their home town/city?