This 'N' That

OK, being the freak that I am who obsesses over stupid stuff, I can't stop worrying about an error I made in a previous post. I don't feel like going there & correcting it now without noting it here because everyone who read the post is not going to re-read it for the correction. The "bleary eyed shower" where I grabbed the wrong bottle of stuff & got "lily of the valley body wash" mixed up with Suave's "juicy green apple conditioner" not Suave's "ocean breeze shampoo"! Whew, what a load off, maybe I will sleep tonight! LOL. Yes, I told you, I'm off-beat & medicated, but apparently not well enough medicated! lol. OK, on to today's post!

My neighbor was out with friends at a bar & came home around 1:00AM. My teen daughter was babysitting for her & left. Right after she left a knock came at her door. My neighbor assumed my daughter had forgotten something at her house & opened the door. There, before her stood 9, count 'em 9 police officers. The closest one leaned in & spoke softly to her, "Ma mm, is there anyone in your house that isn't suppose to be here, if you can't talk, blink twice" My neighbor is a fun character with personality up the wazoo. She's standing there with a big question mark on her face & says, "huh?!" The question & instructions are repeated. Her response was then something along the lines of "what the he** are you talking about?!" upon which they asked to come in. 9 police officers thoroughly searched her home & yard for 2 hours between 1:00AM to 3:00AM. Why? She said "Hi!" to a guy that looked vaguely familiar outside a convenience store on her way home from the bar. Let's just lock her up now! Apparently she said hello to this person on her way in, didn't think much about him not being there when she came out. We live in a VERY small town, where 99% of the population looks vaguely familiar, you're sure to have bumped into them somewhere. Well, this particular person seems to have attempted to rob someone at a laundromat next to the convenience store. Someone else then called in to 911 saying they thought they saw the guy get into my neighbor's car! I accused her of wearing "ode to police perfume"! This is even more accurate given the fact that she primarily goes to the bar to sing karaoke & dance & socialize with friends & being a good Samaritan, played designated driver & gave someone a ride home. This person was being looked for by police & she was pulled over for that too - same night, earlier on. Good thing she has a friend in the men in blue. They really got upset when she asked them if they could please turn their radios down when searching her boys' rooms so as not to wake them up. Was she hiding something in there? The interrogation began. Gee whiz. Yet more reasons why I don't usually leave my house!

In other less law-enforcement-laden news, my 6 yr old son asked if he could go to the dollar store with his sand dollar to buy a new toy. I thought that was very charming. I explained it only worked at the beach for seaweed, kelp & starfish.

Last night I was taken back to my very brief side-career as a cocktail waitress. Why brief? OK, I seemed to have a knack for knowing when trouble was brewing, the owners finally keyed in on this but couldn't toss anyone until something actually happened. It was a very busy establishment, the local hot spot for the young crowd & others wanting to hook up with the young crowd or recapture their youth or for whatever other reasons, such as good food & stiff drinks & awesome live bands. I went to take an order at a table of mine & the tip from the previous customer was there, the "gentleman" (please insert heavy sarcasm there) held my tip, waving it in front of me to hand it to me & as I leaned slightly to grab it, he leaned in close to me too. Later I arrived with their drink orders & as I was holding the tray of drinks & reaching to serve 1 nicer guy, the lech guy aka: gentleman-ha ha, grabbed the back of my thigh & ran his hand up to my nether-regions. Not being one to waste perfectly good alcohol I firmly set the tray on the table rather than throw it on him. I then proceeded to grab the guy's shirt by the button area, pull him forward yell at him that I was NOT on the menu thank you very much as I thumped his chest with the hand clutching his shirt. He was laughing a bit shocked so I had no choice but to punch him in the face. I was so angry at this point I stormed off to the walk in deep freeze where I was pacing back & forth waiting to be fired. Instead the manager / owner came in & asked if I was alright. Yes, I was fine. He then reminded me that they had rather large bouncers available to rid us of bad customers & had tossed the men at the table after I decked the one man. I told him, "I can take care of myself" & he replied, "yes, I can see that." All was fine, however, after a few other incidents, rather than become a professional boxer I just quit & started selling Tupperware on the side, it was safer to say the least. While at the bar, I learned of the Silent 86 as a way of dealing with unwanted patrons as well. I also, often heard, "last call". It was this "Last Call" memory that came into play last night when I myself bellowed it. Not to a drunken group of unruly drunken guests but rather to my 3 little boys. Last call for chocolate milk before bed! I was trying to get rid of the whole 'cups of junk in their room to rot or spill & dry on floor in hard to reach places' problem. I was also trying to keep from having a repeat of the previous night's 36 or so trips back out of bed to the kitchen for "one more sip" UGH. Anyway, I guess my cocktail waitress experience finally paid off in real life experience dividends because the "last call" worked fairly well.

The boys were almost late to school yesterday because my 6 yr old who always picks a few flowers / weeds for me picked some wishing weeds. One cannot hurry the decision making process of narrowing down all the wants in the world to a single wish, not when faced with such a smile, twinkling eyes & look of hope & excitement in the eyes. So I waited & we pondered together & then decided what to wish for & blew. One for me & one for him. Then we drove almost too fast to school & made it just in time.

Last night I began questioning the effectiveness of something that has become habit. I often wash medicine down with a swig of diet soda, the caffeine seems to help it go to work a bit quicker than good ole' water. However, using a caffeinated beverage to wash down a sleep aid seems to be possibly counter productive. Hmmmm. Water it is.

I have to wonder about our house hold when I find my top-bunk-dweller curled up on the floor & a bean bag chair with his blanket instead of in his bed. This is followed by having to get the little dog to scoot over on the BED so that I have room for my legs. The big dog sleeps on the couch or floor depending on how hot she gets. We buy lint rollers in bulk at Costco.

How famous do you think I'll need to be before I get kick backs for all these name brands I mention?! LOL. Yeah, I doubt that's gonna happen. Good thing I can usually afford the generics & Suave & coffee & creamer! Well, I suppose that's all for today dear readers. I hope you had fun here & continue to elsewhere throughout your day. Be Blessed.