Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
"It was horrible, Mom, just horrible!" Pant pant pant. "There's a spider right by the toilet." I pulled her close to me for a hug, and heard Rick guffawing from the other room. I was trying very hard not to laugh. Mindy suddenly pulled away from me.
"You're laughing, aren't you?" she glared. I could not keep it in any longer. I laughed and laughed. When I heard her scream, I thought she'd been hurt in some way. But a spider by the toilet, and her screaming up the stairs like a crazy woman? You have to admit that it is kind of funny.
Mindy explained that she had tried to kill it, but whenever she moved, it just disappeared. We settled her down and Mindy finally went to bed. Rick and I replayed the whole scene with great amusement, but had the decency to keep quiet.
The very next night she came screaming up the stairs again. This time I didn't even try to hide a smile. "Again?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes!" she yelled. "Make Dad go down and kill it. I can't sleep in the basement knowing it is down there." Rick, who thinks spiders are fascinating creatures, told Mindy to go to bed and let the spider have some peace. Mindy went to bed, but she was very angry. And frightened.
It happened every night that week about the same time. The more Mindy saw that spider, the more upset she got. The more she screamed like a banshee, the more annoyed we got. "For goodness sake, Mindy, just kill it." I said. Mindy looked at me like I was the most stupid person on earth.
"I can't, Mom. Every time I make one single movement, it disappears before I can get it." Since Mindy was so upset, I suggested she take a camera down and get a picture of it. Brooke went with her, and together they slipped down to the bathroom. Much to my surprise, Mindy actually got a picture of it. We were thoroughly impressed at the size of the spider.
Rick finally went downstairs to see the spider, and sure enough, it was still there. As Rick tried to kill it, it zipped out of view. He looked all over for it, but it was gone. He came back upstairs to report to two terrifed girls that he didn't kill it. Then Rick said the weirdest thing. "I can't kill it." Rick paused to gauge our reaction. "That spider is too cool to kill. He's huge, and it takes skill to disappear like that. I think we should name him Edward Scissorhands."
I have learned to choose my battles. Realizing that Rick had become attached to Edward, I bought Mindy some spider spray and told her to spray at it until it died. She came upstairs triumphantly the next night. "Edward's dead."
Rick was shocked. He mourned over his beloved Edward Scissorhands. It kind of reminded me of Michael Jackson and his rat friend, Ben. I was just happy that Mindy and Brooke weren't terrified to use the restroom. Now Mindy has a nightly ritual, she sprays the bathroom religiously. She also sprays the hall and her bedroom.
I feel kind of bad about what I did after all the drama died down. It really was a mean thing to do. While I was shopping after Halloween, I found a black rubber tarantaula, with fuzzy legs and a bright orange circle around the top. The orange circle glowed in the dark, so if one were to find it in one's bedroom, they would see the shadows of a ferocious spider. I got it for the bargain price of $1.00, and sent Brooke down to Mindy's room to hide it under her covers.
I forgot all about it until I heard feet pounding up the stairs. "Brooke! You are EVIL!" Mindy screamed. I knew that I better intervene before she tackled poor Brooke, and yelled out that it was me. I knew exactly why she was screaming. She ran into my room with a look of complete disbelief. She could not get any words out for a minute. Then she hissed "I can't believe you would do that to me. I was SO scared, I had no sound to scream."
When Mindy caught her breath, she admitted that it was a pretty good prank. And if anyone deserves a prank, it is Mindy. She is always coming up from behind to scare me. She throws cold water in the tub when I am taking a bath. Mindy is the queen of mischief. She even hides behind bedding shelves in Target and jumps out at shoppers, scaring them half to death. Mindy knew she deserved it, and she was a great sport about the whole thing. In fact, she was such a great support about it, now I'm scared. She is sure to get even with me.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
This Paper Boat
Carefully placed upon the future,it tips from the breeze and skims away,frail thing of words, this valentine,so far to sail. And if you find itcaught in the reeds, its message blurred,the thought that you are holding ita moment is enough for me.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I am not too fond of riding horses in freezing cold weather, but because riding Scamper is the only time that I don't feel broken, it gets me down when I am not able to go riding for a long time. My knee replacement surgery is scheduled for March 9, which means I won't be able to ride the sweetest horse in the whole world for at least a few months. The thought just breaks my heart.
To ease my pain, Rick saddled up the horses Saturday, and we bundled up for a ride. I must admit that it was very cold, but it was so worth it. I don't think I'd ridden Scamper for at least two months (gasp!). It's like magic. The second I climb in the saddle, my agoraphobia disappears, and I don't feel broken anymore.
The good news is that Scamper is the best incentive a person could have to do physical therapy. In fact, I asked the surgeon how long it would take for the knee to heal enough that I would not damage anything that he had done during surgery. He said two weeks, which got me all excited. Then the surgeon laughed, knowing that I won't want to go riding after a knee replacement. However, he doesn't know the bond between me and Scamper. I'll be riding sooner than he thinks.
I feel so blessed to have a husband that sacrifices a lot to provide me with a horse. He goes without a lot to pay for the expenses of keeping horses. He does all the work to take care of them, he gets them ready to ride, and he does it all to ease my pain. I will love Rick forever. How could I help it?