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Special Little Light To Use When The Power Is Out . . .

The post a few days ago about the storms and tornado mentioned a “special” light we used when the power went out. We will now tell you how “special” it is.

Wessie had to go to bed at 7:00 p.m. because he had to get up at 3:00 a.m. to work. He told us all goodnight and left me this light that was about 12″ long and said it was a great light, but I had to shake it to keep it lit. He said he did not know why you had to shake it, but it was really bright. He said he got it at Dollar Tree so it was only $1.25. He did not really care if we had to shake it because it was so bright. I took it from him and put it on a little tv tray sized table in front of the couch and told him goodnight.

Later on, when it got dark, I walked by the table and picked up the light and took it to the bathroom. Imagine if you will, someone walking around shaking a 12″ long light up and down continually. I felt like I was shaking a maraca. I was thinking about getting a nice rhythm going and singing along. Haha. It is even harder to do other things and to wash your hands and dry them all while shaking a light. I came out and told my story about this “special” light and where it was if they needed it. Lol. We all laughed. I laid the light back on the table.

I got up from the couch a few times and the light would come on. I raised up off of my feet and bounced a couple of times and the light did not come back on. I thought that perhaps me getting up shook the floor and in turn made the table shake and the light turn on. I went ahead with whatever we were all doing. I go back to the couch and the light comes on again! Again, I bounce up and down and nothing happens. The guests that we had think I am weird (which, actually, is nothing new!). I am suffering in silence trying to figure out the “special” light. I finally moved it away from me and put in on a table closer to the hall so when someone needed to go to the bathroom, it would be handy.

My daughter-in-law came in and said is this light a motion sensor? I told her no and that something was wrong with it and you had to keep shaking it. I again explained everything Wessie had said about it. She said she thought it was a motion sensor light oh, because she walked by and it lit up. I told her that it was because she shook the floor when she walked. Haha. What a mess. She kept walking forward and then backward and said it was, in fact, a motion sensor. We laughed so hard.

What funny things Wessie can come up with. What things he can make us all believe . . . for awhile. Haha. I love him. Always good for laughs, which makes you happy. Thank you again, Wessie!

Oh! By the way, Wessie being Wessie, now wants all of the lights like that that he can buy because now, they are even more “special”!!!

HA HA!!!

Do you remember on Everybody Loves Raymond where the little older man always throws his arms up in the air and says, “Ray’s Here! Ha Ha!”? Well, we do that a lot around here. We do not say that Ray is here, we just pump our arms in the air and say Ha ha! We do it when we are excited or happy about something. You have to have seen the man, he says Ha Ha in such a special way. It is not your regular voice. We imitate that as well.

It has been cold here, really cold, for those of you not located where we are. I had told my brother earlier in the day that I was bored out of my mind and starting to get lonely. Well, later on in the afternoon he texted me asking what I was doing. I responded that I was doing nothing, of course. Then he was texting really weird things, just dumb, funny things. Then the texting stopped. Of course, I became really excited. He was coming by the house, I just knew it! Oh boy, company!

I know what cars people drive. I know my children drive Nissans. I know people some family members drive vans and some suv’s, etc. I am not sure what make they are, I know the color and style. So, when a black suv pulled in the drive, I just knew it was my brother. I ran out the door and stood on the porch stoop and pumped my arms in the air and yelled loud enough for the neighborhood to hear, “HA, HA!!!!” I was all smiles and everything.

The two gentleman just stood and looked at me. Gosh, it was the Walmart delivery person. He had a friend with him. I stuttered around and said that I thought they were my brother. They just looked at me. Why do I keep doing this stuff to myself? Haha. I never, ever learn.

Along Came A Spider . . .

So, it is fall and with fall comes bugs, insects, creepy crawlers. We all know how I feel about them. I would like to move to a new house when I spot one. Who would have thought or even imagined this could have happened.

I was at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes. They were the smaller potatoes. I was merely slicing off the “nasty parts” and leaving the peelings on and then quartering them if they were large enough to do so. I was making green beans, ham and potatoes. I saw something out of the corner of my eye that looked huge.

I backed up, sort of shook my head and came back up to the sink. There was a “blonde” spider lowering himself down in spurts. You know how they do, they go down in increments. Boing, boing, boing. Oh my! Ugh! What am I going to do. I grabbed the only thing available, a potato. I am banging and banging on the spider to kill him. Or so I thought. I was not even hitting him. He quickly ran to the front of the sink. I missed again. (This is really good for me because I usually do not kill them. I put a glass or something over them for Wessie to kill when he gets home.) He landed on the floor.

I only had a house slipper type of shoe on. There was not really a sole, it was all a thicker type fabric. I stepped on him anyway. I have no idea if I got him or not. He was so blonde he would have blended in to the shoe. I took of the shoe and inspected it. I could not find it at all.

It was so hard to continue to stand there and finish the potatoes not knowing where he was. I debated and debated on throwing out the weapon and not using it. I totally rinsed him in hot water and peeled away.

On another note, supper was extra good. Might need to add that “special” flavoring again. Haha. NOT!!!!!! Also, an interesting note, Wessie loves that dinner and would not even eat it!