The Glass Slippers

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I rarely ever check who comes to visit me and my stats.  I was somewhat shocked to learn who is visiting and how they got here.

For instance I was reached by googling
*spit-drinking. em, ew
*main bullet points of Markism. whaaaat?
*lots and lots of people stopping to visit the post on my new shoes which I am just too lazy to point at.  Like I said, I post for me and not for hits or popularity.  I visit those I like when I have the time and well that is how I blog.

So there.

But spit-drinking?  I have to go get sick now.

Memes

I personally love these things and love to read about what my blogging friends have to say.  You learn so many cool details about their lives and thinking.

Suzanne got me on this "Three Things" one and I am honored.  However I am somehow having a hard time with my editing and have to post it when I figure out what the problem is here in Glass Slipper Land.  As soon as I can figure it out, I will post the results!

Ill

Ok, I will admit it.  I am sick.  SICK SICK SICK.

It wasn't bad enough that last week I slept all day Sunday fighting off an aching chest and congestion.  I pretended all week I was not THAT sick.  You know how you do that because in the back of your mind the weekend is coming and you know if you make it to the weekend, you can just crash? 

Well I am not that smart.  I made PLANS for today.  Mainly to go over my mom's and check out my nephew's new car (another post in itself).

After going back and forth with phone calls today, I fell asleep, again, at 1:30 PM.  When I woke up, I gave up the fight, called them and said I was just too sick to make it.

Good decision.

Once I admitted I was sick, I was able to feel a little better.

I have done nothing today but sleep, eat soup, sleep, blog silly posts and sneeze.  And the thought of my house not getting cleaned drove me nuts.

I have never sneezed so much since I was a little girl and no one realized I was highly allergic to cut grass.  But the sneezing seems to help. 

Look at the time.  I am writing this around 8:30 PM.

And I am still in my pajamas!
So I bribed the kids with a $20 bill and now the house is clean (not my way but at least the dust is not taking on a life of it's own right now).

A very spooky 48 hours.

In memory of Bailey, I lit a candle for her.  The candle burned very unnusually.  As I was getting ready to go to bed, I noticed the candle was waaaaaaay too low.  It could not have burned that low so fast.  Closer inspection revealed a very odd, VERY odd candle burning.

I grabbed my camera that and took a video and some pictures.

I also took some pictures the next day.  After all, this candle cracked in half, fell over and continued to burn from the middle to the ends.  Not a single speck of wax touched the dresser.  Which in itself seems odd to me.

This is a picture of the candle turned upside down to show how this candle burned.

Then there was the video I shot as the candle burned.  Can anyone tell me what the hell caused those blue lines?  I thought digital cameras were considered flawless.

Watch it right here!

Then last night, my LOCKED front door, opene all by itself to about 1/4 open then swung gently back and forth as if someone was standing near it and tapping it back and forth between their hands.  The pu went totally nuts and kept staring at the floor.  He was very curious but would only get to about a foot near it and then started wagging his tail.

And I found another one of Baileys bows.  Only a few inches away from the one I found the other day under the computer desk.  This is totally impossible to me.  The red bow is bigger, brighter and was found closer to the edge of the computer desk.  This means in order for me to retreive the green bow, I would have had to seen, touched and went over the red bow.

And another thing!  I kept all her bows in a little cute box on the very top of the computer desk.  They are not visible.  The cats could not have done it since they are rarely in here and don't like to be close to the puppy AND one has arthritis and can not jump that high.  The other one is a scaredy cat and only stays in the twins room or goes downstairs to eat and other things.

I am spooked.

I know I am looking for a sign...

But it seems to me some strange things have happened the past 24 hours regarding Bailey.

First this video I shot of a candle I lit in her memory.  What are those blue lines?  And how can a candle break while burning and burn like that without leaving a puddle of wax?  There was very little wax and that was only left on the delicate crocheted doily.  Only on the doily.

Secondly, I went to visit her resting place in the twilight.  I was holding Izzy in my right hand when something flew out of the sky on my left side towards the ground.  I looked to see where it landed but nothing was there.  It seemed to me that it should have passed directly in front of me but It "disappreared" mid-air.

I am sure there are reasonable explanations.  Really. 

But. Still.

Give your pets a hug for me.

A year ago today(the first anniversary I go by the day of the week as well as the actual date), almost to the minute, I made this decision.

A few days ago I found this green bow.

Mirror Twins.

The following post is a true post.  Keep in mind I am in the stage of "The Novacaine is Wearing Off and I am Self-Medicating with WINE!"  So if I ramble, you know why.

I meant wine, as sipped through a straw so I don't dribble and drool in an undladylike fashion were I just to gulp sip it graciously.

I am always fascinated by my boys.  Our children do that to us parents.  But having twins, well it just adds another layer to the parenting experience.  A very mysterious layer that often leaves me feeling left out.  On the outside looking in.  The older, more exprienced parents at a loss for words and knowledge when it comes to her children. 

I have always suspected my boys were "mirror twins".

Undiedog!

There is no feeling in the world as that split second of hearing your dog scratching at the clothes hamper then scoot away in a mysterious way.  That scratching should not have been ignored. 

This is something new as far as the pup goes, in providing entertainment in the Glass Slippers home.

Never, ever ignore your pup scratching at the clothes hamper.  A pup can pull your size six pair of undies through a half inch hole and take off like a bat out of hell, undetected, with his "prize" in his mouth and ready to share it with your son's date, who is, of course, sitting on the couch totally clueless as to what is about to transpire.

Worse, is your son's worst first, and totally unimaginable until now, date nightmare was about to come true.

I caught him just as he was about to hit the living room.  He was getting ready to make his "jump on the couch" run.  He heard me, turned his head to look at me, and the fool was so happy to see me that he dropped the undies and came running to me.

Oh there is a God after all.

Tim wanted to know what the commotion was all about.  I mumbled something he could not make out and got the hell outta there.  Oh God the sheer horror if Izzy had succeeded. 

We had one dog years ago, Brandy (a Yorkie/Dashchund mix), that did this cute little number ONLY when we had company.  I am hoping there will be no repeat performances on Izzy's part.

EVER!

They are little devils, these pups.

 

Blog Pet

I found this via "It's All About Me."  Unfortunately I can not find her, even when I go back in my history for today.  Iwant to credit her with the Blog Pet you see over there on the left.

I am sooooo curious how this will turn out.  I wonder if it evolves, grows up...what.  As if I need more "pets"!

UPDATE:  It was Peg who had it on her blog, "It's All About Me".  She was kind enough to visit here and leave a comment.  Thank you Peg!  And she has a nice blog too!

Ok, in a half hour I will take the twins to Jorey's and Trisha's place and then to the Homecoming Dance for Mark and then here for Tim.  I just had a moment of tears but hopefully that will pass and I don't make an ass of myself in front of the other parents.

I have never met the parents.  Nor the Aunt.  That is how they met.  They were visiting the aunt across the way one day and met while walking.  I don't know how to handle this part...driving over and just walk in with the boys or wait?

I think I will go in behind the boys and let the twins introduce me.

Is that, like cool?  I have no clue here.

Saturday Thoughts.

...or let's just call this post, "Useless, Random Thoughts to Keep Me Occupied So I Don't Bawl My Eye Out In Front of The Twins."  Yes, tonight is "Date Nigt".

Tim is not going to the movies after all.  They decided to hang out here and watch movies.  (I am relieved).  It is what I wanted.

Mark is going to Homecoming.  Flowers, suit and formal gowns.

Oh.  Where was I?

I found this roasting pan downstairs while rooting around for a different roasting pan.  Secretly, this pan spooks the hell out of me and I don't know why.

I have inherited five of these types of pans...all different sizes.  This is the only one that does not have that speckled finish. It is a double-walled roasting pan.  It also has the word "SAVORY" embossed on both sides.  And it spooks the hell out of me.  Just touching it gives me bad vibes. 

So why?  I think we got this from JA's side of the family.  Then again, I am not sure.  Can a pan be haunted?  It is very, very rare that a "thing" spooks me, let alone something I would allow in my home.  It has always given me a bad feeling and I even touch it gingerly. 

Today I cleaned it up very good.  It is not as bad but still...maybe I should let it sit out in the sun.  Like that would do any good.  I just would have people thinking I am more weird then they originally thought...