There are just a few things in life which frighten the sh*t out of me - one of them: WASPS. My whole life nothing more could be scarier than being in a room or near a wasp/bee. When I was small I had several bad experiences with being stung and thus scared for life. When I was a teen, we lived in a house built in the 1929 and for some reason wasps loved to enter thru the windows and hang out in my parents upstairs bedroom. Alone during the summer, as I often was watching my younger brother, I would hang out in their room watching TV b/c my brother was monopolizing the downstairs TV playing video games. Well, one more than six occasions I was trapped in the room with the dreaded wasp. Sometimes I would run out and slam the door, shoving a towel up under the jam or others break out in a panic... or both.
Well, long story short - there was a wasp in my house this morning, dead thankfully. I made my hubby remove it b/c I would not go near it. A few weeks ago there was a wasp in my bathroom! Leaving my hubby to deal with it, he swats at it with a shoe and lames it but does not kill it. It disappears and he thinks it dead (I am praying so). Next morning, I am getting ready for the day in the bathroom and here comes that stinking wasp again!!!! So, it is now up to me to take care of the problem. I find the poisonous wasp spray- which I always have several during the summer- and spray the crap out of the offending insect and all the wall paper, widow coverings and surrounding o'ject de arte, finally ending the life of the wasp. It just makes my skin crawl to think of it.
On a more pleasant note, I am bribing my kids with Transformers if they would start loosing some teeth. A.J. is almost 9 and has only lost 4 of the bottom teeth and Z.M. who is 7 has only lost 3. Hereditary, they are predisposed to being late-bloomers but I have seen kids in Kindergartners who have lost more teeth than my 3rd grader. Anyway, Z. is really close to loosing the 4th but wont let me get any near his mouth, lo the bribe.
This is a favorite one of mine: My aunt Marsha, uncle Micky and my Dad (the baby) in their home town in Indiana. (c. 1948).
Thought of the day: " Every man dies, not every man lives. " -- William Wallace (Mel Gibson), Braveheart
Everyone has heard this quote in some form or fashion, yet it is as poignant today as it was in 1300.
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