Down with the Sickness....

So, I was following this truck on the way to the doctor's office last night.  It had New Jersey plates (yes, no surprise there, seeing that I do live in Jersey) but the thing that really caught my eye were the Patriots and Red Sox magnets on the back of the vehicle.  My voices suddenly went berserk.....

"Wow, another Boston fan in Jersey!"

"That's so bizarre!" 

"Beep! Wave!  Do something!"


"Speed up! We need to check him out!"

"Oh my God! He's getting off the exit!  *insert growl here*  FOLLOW HIM!!!!!!"

But of course I didn't. 

Anywho, I had a little bit of time to kill before I went for my check up to see if this Nasty-Going-on-Day-4-Hacking-Up-A-Lung-Cold would be the death of me or not, so I decided to pull in to the Target parking lot and go browse around the store for a few minutes.  I leave the store, start walking to my car when lo and behold........

HOLY SHIT!  IT'S THE TRUCK WITH THE PATRIOTS AND RED SOX MAGNETS!  

It was parked a few spots away from me!

(insert the voices humming the Twilight Zone theme music here)

I slowly walk by the truck, sneaking a peek to see if he was inside of the truck but he was nowhere to be found.  I took a quick look around to see if  anyone was walking towards my direction but nope... nobody was around.

So what to do? What to do?  Quick, Chicky... THINK!

I didn't have time to wait for him to come back so I did what any normal (errrr wait, normal?) person would've done in the same situation...

I grabbed a piece of paper, wrote "GO SOX!" on it in big bold letters, signed my name "Chicky" with a smiley face (of course) and stuck it under his windshield wiper.  (No, I did not leave my phone number.  I'm crazy...... but not THAT crazy!)

Would have loved to seen his face when he saw the note but who knows,  maybe fate will play its part and someday I will run into him again.... and the story will unfold from there.....

My new adventure.....

I bought an accoustic/electric guitar today. I decided I needed to channel my emotions and energy into something good and I think music soothes the soul so thus this purchase.  Plus I thought it would be cool to jam with my big bro someday when I'm awesome like him (hahahaha!  like maybe when I'm 80).

I also admit to the fact that I bought it to annoy my noisy upstairs neighbors.  The next time they decide it's ok to wake me up at 5:30 on a Sunday morning by vacuuming and stomping around, the amp is getting cranked and I'm going to jam out to my own music that even aliens couldn't handle (insert insane laughter here).

But I do feel this will be a good thing because I've always wanted to play ever since I was a little girl.  My dad was totally awesome at it, my brother is totally awesome at it, so the talent has GOT to be in ME too, right?

I'm SO looking forward to my first lesson.  =)

My New Baby  =) 

Hey Buddy!

A mini-backhoe such as this one was driving in the breakdown lane.

 

Just putzing along, minding his own business. Going wherever it was he needed to go.

Then this chicky pulled up alongside him at a stoplight.  The passenger side window came down, she beeped the horn at him, and as he looked over her way, she leaned towards him, looked up at him and yelled....

"HEY BUDDY!  WANNA RACE?"

Man!  Did he LAUGH!  It was GREAT!  hee hee

Breaking the Rules

I hate tailgaters. Not the ones that involve beer, food, family, friends, sports and laughter but the ones that feel it's okay to ride close to your bumper on the roadways. It drives me batty when strangers invade my personal space, and this includes my safety space while driving. So I practice what I preach and I try to stay as far away from the driver in front of me as much possible.

This morning, however, it appeared that the dude in front of me thought I was too close for his comfort which, as you've read above, could not have been possible. His perception must've been off because you could've fit a large truck in between us. But he didn't see it that way, or maybe he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and he chose ME to take his anger out on. Not only did he tap his brakes a kazillion times (no joke, he did) but he felt it necessary to turn around, look at me and give me the finger. I couldn't help but laugh as I shrugged him off and continued to keep my safe distance from him.

But then he did it again as we were sitting at a red light. So I did what any rational driver would've done in this case.....

Just as the light turned green and I saw him looking at me in his rear-view mirror, I smiled, blew him a kiss, got right on his ass right before I crossed over into the passing lane and roared past him beeping, waving and smiling.

I know that was childish, and I know that probably pissed him off more than he already was, and he probably could've TRIED to catch up to me and cause me harm (IF he could catch me) but I don't care.

It made ME feel better! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YA!

Bye Bye Asshole! *beep beep* :)

Mesmerized.....

I know most of you that are friends with me on Facebook know by now about my fascination with the sky, but what you may NOT know is 'Why?'.

Sure, the sky is mesmerizing and sure, I know that I'm not the only sky freak out there....but for me, it goes way beyond being a sky watcher.

Every time I look towards the sky I think of my Daddy, for you see it was him that got me started on my whole addiction to the clouds, the sun, the rain, the moon, the dark starry night.....

I can still remember the day wayyyyyy back when I was still a little Chicklet, can still visualize it clearly in my mind, when him and I were laying on a blanket in the park staring up at the sky watching the clouds roll by. I can still hear him saying "Look Ell, it's a doggy!" and he pointed a cloud out to me, and I remember laying there giggling because I thought he was just being silly, but THEN....it suddenly appeared right in front of my eyes! I thought it was magic!

And ever since that day, my friends, I've been totally addicted. Yup, now you know the reason for my madness. :)

So the next time you're looking up at the sky, mesmerized by the wonders of Mother Nature and all her Glory.... wave and smile... because my Daddy just might be waving back at you :)

Love you Daddy!!!!!

It's a bird... it's a plane....

A friend triggered a memory for me today. A memory for me that, after reading this blog, might give you a clue as to why I am like I am today.

I was about 3, maybe 4, and I was cute little Chicky. I was! Really! Just ask my Momma! And just like any 3, maybe 4, year old, I wanted to be a superhero. So my Yiayia (that means "grandmother" in Greek, in case you didn't know) knit me a very special superhero cape. It even had the initials "SC" on it, which stands for Super Chicky of course. My Yiayia ROCKED!!!!!

Now that you have that cute visual in your head, here is the story:

One day, Little Super Chicky wanted to see if she could fly. So she climbed up on top of the bathroom sink, which for a 3, maybe 4, year old you can imagine that this was as high as a skyscraper! She made sure her cape was on tightly, she spread her arms as far as they could go, she closed her eyes, and dove out headfirst......and.....

She was flying!!!!

For what seemed like eternity to a Little Super Chicky but in reality only lasted for about a split second before she landed head first into the tub.

THUD!

(Now fast forward to a hospital bed in the ER, because that's where she ended up.)

10 stitches later, head pounding from the huge lump on her head, and after several hours of listening to her parents, doctors, nurses, and every other adult she came in contact with that day tell her things like, "You are so lucky young lady!" and "Don't ever do that again!", there was one thing they could never take away from her.....

The fact that she DID fly.....

If only for a moment. :)

Home Away from Home....

Ah yes, camping. Nothing like being out in the middle of Nowhere's Land with just a tent, pillows, blankets, cooler of beer (and soda), camping chairs, and of course food and some necessities too (like the makings for S'mores! hehe)

But one thing you should never forget..... a flashlight!

Yeah we forgot to bring one with us and let me tell you I will NEVER forget it ever again. Trying to find your way to the bathroom on unlit dirt paths is nearly impossible. I tried using a lighter but after a short while those suckers start burning your thumb. A friend had suggested I try using the light from my cell phone to light my way, but that's not a good idea when you've been drinking. Why? Because you only end up dropping it and then the light goes off when it hits the ground, so then your adventure to find the bathroom is delayed a bit longer while you search for your cell phone. Thank goodness I have a strong bladder.....especially when I couldn't stop laughing!

And don't tell me I should've just gone in the woods. I couldn't SEE , remember? Have you ever tried to venture off towards the woods, not knowing where you're going, what you might be stepping on? Or tripping over for that matter. And don't forget about poison ivy! So yeah, that wasn't a good idea either. Remember, I had been drinking.

If you've never been camping, I highly recommend it. Well, that is if you enjoy being outdoors and having to 'rough it' at times. Because being surrounded by the beauty of nature and all of its glory.... it truly does wonders for your soul.

Just don't forget a flashlight!