Jiminy Cricket

Last night, I was brushing my teeth, preparing for bed. In the bathroom, I turned on the hot water, not the cold. It’s a habit I (we) can’t seem to break. We live in a very old house, so in the winter we leave the water running just a trickle so the pipes don’t freeze up at night. We place a plastic cup over the cold water knob so not to forget and shut it off! It’s a real bitch when the pipes freeze! So, we got into the habit of just using the hot water.

I turned on the hot water, and for about 20 seconds the water runs ice cold. I’m brushing my teeth and leaning over the sink. The water starts to run warmer and then all of a sudden a HUGE cricket jumps straight up out of the sink strainer! Scared the bejeezus out of me! The water must have become a little too warm for Jiminy Cricket!

I turned off the water and tried to scoop the little BIG guy up and he wasn’t being very cooperative! He kept jumping, from the sink to the counter, counter to sink. He jumped to the floor. He jumped on my leg. He jumped back to the counter. Crazy little BIG guy! I was just trying to save his life. He didn’t know the dangers that await little critters in this house! With 5 cats, prowling for mice, Jiminy wouldn’t have made it out alive.

Jiminy finally jumped back to the floor and disappeared into the crevice under the cabinet. There was no rescue for him in sight now. He was on his own. Poor little BIG guy!

I expected to find a mangled cricket corpse laying on the bathroom floor this morning. My furbabies love to play with crickets! They don’t eat them because the legs get stuck in their throats. They learned that the hard way. I guess they didn’t find him last night.

Anyway, I’m sure I haven’t seen the last of Jiminy Cricket!

Ickie: A Random Memory

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My son, who is 28 years old, was born in 1990. He was long and skinny at birth, so my Dad stuck the nickname of Ichabod (as in Ichabod Crane) on him, which was later changed to the shorter version of “Ickie.” It was cute when he was a little guy, but when he started school we stopped calling him that. My daughter was asked to stop calling him that as well, and I explained why it would be better to call him by his real name, especially at school. She understood and was very good about it, believe it or not. No one ever knew what his nickname was until he was grown.

School was about to start and I was excited to have quiet time during the days now that both kids were going to be in school. The first week is usually a bit hectic, but we always survived. Thankfully, we had a competent bus driver who was always on time with pick-ups and drop-offs. That made things so much easier, not just for me but for the kids, too.

It was a quiet 2nd day of school. My sister, Sheryl had come for a visit so we were just lounging around, talking and just enjoying the day. We decided to sit outside for a bit and greet the kids as they got off the bus.

It wasn’t too long before I could hear the bus coming up our road. I told my sister, “You watch. Ickie isn’t just going to GET off the bus. He’s going to FALL off the bus.” He was the type of kid who was all-in. He did everything fast and with excitement! He was always on the go! Where my daughter was more laid back, he was busy, busy, busy!

Turns out I knew my kid better than I thought I did.

The bus stopped in front of the driveway. My daughter got off the bus first. Then Ickie, just as I told my sister, took a step or 2 down the steps of the bus and then FELL the rest of the way OFF! We laughed so hard — but not because he fell and could have hurt himself! We were laughing because I KNEW MY KID SO WELL!! He got up and dusted himself off, but he was crying. He had scraped his knee.

I gave him a hug and told him, “You really know how to get off the bus there kiddo!” He grinned and went inside. I felt bad for laughing but as I said, it was not AT him. I was laughing because just seconds before the bus stopped I had predicted exactly what was going to happen.

Don’t worry. If you think I should be ashamed of myself, rest assured my dear son has never let me forget that day! He will continue to make me feel bad for the rest of my life! Oh, I felt bad. I felt like a terrible mom at that moment. The thing is, I’m not perfect. No parent is. On the bright side, Ickie will have that memory of simpler times, when I could make him smile after a rough day. He’ll remember brushing himself off, getting back up and mom putting a band-aid on his knee just before his afternoon snack.

Oh, and he’ll have a story to tell his own kids someday.



Friday’s Funnies – My Faves This Week

Time for this week’s funnies! This time around, I have a few of my own funny tidbits to share. I can’t believe the funny things that happen in my house sometimes! If you have something funny you’d like to share please send them my way using the contact link at the upper right of the page. I will post them on Fridays!


On Wednesday, Dad and I took the car for an oil change and decided we’d stop and have Mexican food afterward. The food was great, as always. Dad had a glass of Merlot while I had a glass of iced tea. After we finished our food, we still had our drinks to finish. Dad was still working on his wine when I told him I was going to go the “little girl’s room.” I went to get up and he thought I was going to spill my tea….and he jerked his hand to reach for my tea but knocked his glass of wine over! WINE went all over! All over the table, all over the floor….and ALL OVER ME! I had to rush to the bathroom so I could blot as much out of my clothes as possible. The gal that works there, laughed with us as we left the place. We still had to go to Walmart and I swear I could smell wine the whole time! People probably thought I was a wino!


On Sunday, Dad told me there was a book called “The History of Farting” in this catalog we get occasionally. I’ve been known to buy a few books as gifts now and again and I thought it might be funny to get the book but I couldn’t find it. Dad couldn’t find it again either! He searched high and low, cover to cover. I had forgotten about it until this morning. So, I asked him if he ever found it and he said he did. He said he wrote the page number on the front of the catalog: pg 97.

I opened the catalog and started looking for page 97. To my surprise, the catalog only goes up to page 83!! I laughed my ass off! When I told Dad, he looked shocked and had to look for the book all over again! It was actually on page 57.


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And now for an adorably cute and hilarious video! I laughed until there were tears in my eyes. I love laughing babies!



A laughing rooster. Laughing baby is much better, but this is pretty awesome!


The answer to the age-old question….























                                                 Yep, that’s me. Squirrel in traffic!



Strange Encounters of The Furry Kind


Last night, I was drinking a cup of this tea I found at the health food store, and I was lounging in the recliner. Jack jumped up on my lap and made his way to my chest, where he purred and rubbed his face on my face. I didn’t think much of it because Jack is lovable like that sometimes. But then Alice jumped up and was standing on my chest with her front feet, sniffing my breath and making a weird chirping sound. Then, Smokie (the blind one) jumps up and starts doing the same. I was thinking, “what the heck has gotten into you guys?”

Well, here are the ingredients of the tea: passion flower, chamomile, linden flower, CATNIP, hop strobile, spearmint, lemon verbena, lemon peel, and West Indian lemongrass.

That explains it. Big lol’s!