Saturday, June 23, 2012

I hate today.

Today is the worst day.  Ever.
Today, we finished cleaning out my grandma's house.
I put my grammy's clothes into black garbage bags.
Every little sweater.  Every little shirt.  Every little tissue filled coat pocket. Every little pink and purple sock.
I don't want to get rid of any of it.  
I want everything to stay the same.  
For forever.
And then, I thought of something that people always say and I've just never internalized.
All of the things that we are just DYING to have will still be here when we die.
And they're just THINGS.
Yes, they have sweet, tender memories attached to them.
Yes, we love the owners of these things and miss them so much it hurts.
But, they're just things.
So, why are we all in this rotten rat race trying to buy up everything that we can?  
Why are we trying to keep up with the Jones's of the world?
I have found something much more precious.
I will not always have her things.
I will not always have her on this Earth.
What I will have, if I do my best...

is my family.
So, to heck with the rat race.
To heck with the Jones's.
From now on, I'm running a race of eternal significance.
I want to see my grandparents again.
I want my family to be a "Forever Family".
So, from now own...that's the thing I'm focusing on.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Sunday, June 3, 2012

My friends just call me 'Killer'

Do you see this horrible creature?
Do you?
Well,let me tell you.
One of it's dirty relatives tried to KILL ME.
Worst.  Day.  Ever.

Here's how it went down.
I found it on my curtains.  I screeched.  I hollered.  I screamed and even started to cry.
(in case you didn't know, these are second only to birds on my "I'm Afraid of It!" List.)
 My husband calmly asked from the other room if I was okay...
To which I replied.....
So, he non chalantly sauntered into the kitchen to save my life
swatted at it with a hot pad.

Like that's gonna work.
He swatted at it again.
And it hid. 
Behind the stove.
On the curtain.
My knight in shining armor declared the beast to be dead and all was right with the world.
Or so we thought.
I finished the dishes and started to wipe down the stove and the fridge.
And the little beastie buzzed.
I screeched.
And tried to kill it with this.
Upon realizing that this was a non harmful cleaning product...
and noticing that it would leave spots on my curtains...
I decided to kill it with this.
I thought I had given him a good beating, but alas.
He was still breathing and buzzing.
So, using my weapon, I scooped him into the sink.
And drowned him.
And now, instead of this ferocious beastie that tried to kill me,
you have this.
A little, teeny coffin for a ferocious beast of a wasp.
And I'm still alive.