Day 27: OMG! Get off my foot!

A few years ago, my sister and I were riding down the road during the busy summer season and we were stuck in traffic. Living at a resort area, you see a lot of strange things and people doing stupid stuff when the heat has melted your brain and all you can do is be outside and melt.

On this particularly scorching day, while stuck in traffic, we noted a large group of people in a parking lot of a nearby hotel. People were hanging out, drinking, talking, and just all around chilling. One car pulled into the parking lot/driveway of the motel. It had a moon roof, which was open, and some guy got out of the car. He was really tall and could easily look into the moon roof of the car like a child looking into grandmas mixing bowl during cookie making time. He got out of the car and had to of been about 6'15" (Exaggeration but you get the point.) He also had the worlds largest feet. Well, not Guinness book of world records large but they were pretty damn big.

This guy is saying hello to his friends and acknowledging every one then something happens. It was almost like in slow motion. Later on, my sister said, "You know, it was like that scene was played out just for us. **wipes away laughter tears because, even to this day, we laugh hysterically at what happened.**" Nothing could have prepared random guy or us for what happened. It was only moments but it seemed like minutes as it appeared to happen in slow motion. Mr. Tall Guy turns around. He reached into the moon roof of the car and lifted out a six pack of some frosty beverage. As soon as it was approximately Eight (8) inches above the car, the driver begins to roll the car slowly forward.

Did I tell you the guy had big feet? Correction, did I tell you he had HUGE feet? Yea. He did. No, I mean he really did! Of course, in the next few minutes, one of is feet was about to be a little longer...

The back wheel of the car rolled on top of Mr. Tall Guys foot. He felt it. He felt it in a BIG way. There were still about 4 people in the car. As soon as the car rolled onto his foot. He just wrapped himself around the car in a loving hug. He gently set the six pack down atop the car, and hugged the car. A great big tall person hug. He tapped the top of the car with his hand which was previously holding the six pack and he laid his head lovingly on the top of the car. Instantly, the inside of the car begins to flutter as everyone inside is trying to get the driver to put the car into reverse and roll back just a bit. I am not sure how long it took but the car rolled back and the guy let go of his loving embrace. Suprisingly, he was not mad and  he grabbed his beverages and walked away. The car went in the opposite direction.

From our vantage point, we sat there for a moment, jaws agape and then burst out into hysterical laughter. I don't recall noticing if anyone else around seen what happened. The ebb and flow of the busy area seemed to continue without seeing the plight of Mr. Tall Guy and his foot. I remember thinking....white car....white shoes.....not so white shoes now. Ouch. Thinking about it now, yea, that incident happened just for us to be silly girls and have something to randomly giggle at for no good reason.

I must say that laughing at someone else's pain is not a behavior that is condoned nor would I endorse doing such. However, people have wonderful reactions to things sometimes. We all know I am as graceful as they come, tripping over air, falling off the sidewalk when there is nothing to fall off of or into, bouncing my face off the window sil while jumping on the bed. (Ghosts! That's it! They be trippin!) While I may hurt when I trip over some random patch of nothingness (It was just thick there for a second!) I will appreciate that you laughed at me. Know why? Because it was probably funny as heck!  I looked like a tard, didn't I? Ayup.

We all have to take these little gifts from the invsibles and laugh. That is what life is all about. The happies.

What do YOU think?

Day 26: I just love balls! (Another WP post.)

I don’t know what YOU were thinking when you seen the title to this. Get your mind out of the gutter, dirty reader! (Or take a shower if you really ARE dirty!) This has nothing to do with what you think it does. Nor is this some cutesy doggie post where the dog is bouncing around the room playing with his toys in rapturous abandon. No, no. Something different entirely.
I am not one to take random pictures of people and post them on the interwebs, however, this one was something I could not resist. No, I am by no means putting this person in a bad light nor is it some funny thing where someone is wearing jeans that are obviously not theirs. Its not some crazy thing where they are twisted up on a contortionist ball either. Its just a dude….holding some balls. (Wow that sounds….wrong too. Ah, but no, I DIDN’T digress. Not yet.)
While at one of the kiddos basketball games last night, I happened to look across the gym and see some random guy standing by the game room. The only reason I noticed him is because only certain people stand in that area during the basketball games and he certainly had not been one to be in that area in the past. At first, he was just kinda hanging out…talking to the youth sports management staff and other people in the vicinity. Then he had a basket ball in his hand. No big deal. He was right next to the ball rack anyway. A few minutes later, I looked up and he was holding two basketballs. Hrmmm. Back to the game. Cheer….yell…cheer….yay! score!….yell.  Look at the “ball guy.” Um…He is hugging FOUR basketballs! I lean over to my Cal and tell him. “Look at that guy! He’s so happy. It’s like he is saying ‘I just love balls!'”  Now this is a win for me because my skewed view of the world and the acknowledgement of such made my Cal laugh at me. YAY! I WIN! (As the Number 7 in our life would say. Ah, but I digress. All you need to know is YESSSS!!!! I WIN!)  I did not have my phone because the real Number 7 was playing a game on it and I asked Cal to take a pic so I could write about it. He didn’t feed into that insanity. The great thing was, at that very moment, the Number 7 lost a life in his game and I told him “Lemme see that for a second..**Micaa snatches the phone leaving the game player looking at her like WTHeckles!?**   CLICK! Yes, I got my picture and here it is in all the glory of someone who loves balls as much as the ball guy. Feel the love peeps. Feel the love!

I just love balls!

Day 14: Benedict Cumberbatch Called me....WHAT?

One of the best bloggers ever (in my opinion) finds some of the funniest stuff on the web. In a recent post, she shared a link to a name generator. Specifically the " http://benedictcumberbatchgenerator.tumblr.com/ " one.

I am a sucker for a good laugh and decided to give it a go. Most of the names generated were pretty silly. But then this happened:

What did THAT just call me?

**Turns and looks at her butt.**  Micaa is no blubberbutt! Tha Heck! (as the grumpy teenager would say.) As far as the rest of that, ummmm. Yea. Not gonna comment on that. Where do people find these things?  In hindsight, it was pretty funny. 

Ayup. This is a short post. Because......reasons!  Feel free to post some of the names you received from this lovely thing. We all need a good laugh sometimes. 

What do YOU think?

Coffee makes the world better.

For those of you who know me, even minutely, know that me and coffee have to be like peas in a pod or the world is NOT happy.  Sadly, 3 days before payday, I RAN OUT!  I scrambled up enough change to get Mt. Dew for the first day and that was ok. I survived and did not kill anyone and it was a great substitute….for that one day. The second day, I had about an inch left of the Mt. Dew (Yes, I went through almost the whole 1.5 litre the day before!) and I tried to save that until I absolutely needed it. By then it was flat and flat sodas are nasty. I still choked it down.

Enter random daily text messages from dear Hubby.

**Snort** **Growl** **Bite** **Draw Blood** All the while I am at WORK and you know that at work, Micaa has to play nice because she talks on the phone for a living! Yes, it was a near impossible feat but I survived it and no, there are no pending criminal charges.  So, work was ok. People tore my nerves to kingdom come but I didn’t curse anyone out and we were relatively busy so I didn’t have time to contemplate destroying the universe due to lack of caffeine.  This, I tell you, is a great service my job provided to the world!   (Yes, I digressed, here we go.) I was very snappy in my text messages to my love. I had to take a break and go tell him. “Look, sorry I am not being very nice. I have no coffee. No creamer. AND no soda! So yes, I am grouchy.” I did not want to alarm the children so I had walked out of my office and directly to dear Hubby and whispered that in his ear.

Know what he did? He started to belly laugh. The more I tried to explain my terrible attitude, the more he laughed. I gave him that joy. He needed a good laugh and he sure got it. He did tell me “WHY didn’t you tell me!!! I have a coupla bucks!  I could have brought you a soda when I came in from work this morning! You surely didn’t have to suffer like that!” (-.-)  ß THAT was my reply.

When I got off work, we went and purchased coffee and creamer yesterday. J

I got a BIG can so I won’t have this problem EVER EVER again.

Fast forward to 3 a.m. this morning.

Per my usual routine, I go to make my beloved coffee (after brushing my teeth of course…you NEVER want to smell your morning breath before coffee. Blech!) and I got the filter cup….opened the cabinet…pulled the lid off the can… and OH…..MY…..GAWD…..the smell of pure heaven!  I inhaled the scent ever so deeply and announced to the dark kitchen (yes, only the light of the fish tank illuminated my surroundings) “That smells soooo good! I just want to stick my face in it!!!” Happily, I went on about my day. When it was finally done brewing, that first sip was like nothing else! I. feel. So. Much. Better!

Later in the morning, I told our daughter what I said. She looked at me like O.o.  “Did you have your usual little can? You can’t stick your face in the little can mom.”  To which my giddy reply “No my dear, I had the big can so I honestly could have stuck my face in it if I wanted to!”  Here comes the peanut gallery filled with dear Hubbys’ voice “Oh yes! I could see mommy sticking her face into the can eating coffee grounds. Imagine it daughter! Bwahahahaha!”

There you go, everyone got a great laugh at my pain and suffering. However family, you DO sleep when I get up as I get up during the time the rest of the world calls “ungodly.”  Remember that when you go to bed tonight and beware!!!!

You all will sleep sometime…..when you wake…I will be caffeinated and IN YOUR FACE!  You will hate me so much but you think about that when you laugh at my uncaffinated state next time. Mmmmkay?

What do YOU think?