I saw this meme today and I haven't stopped giggling. I saw one similar, but for some reason, this one seems more humorous. I shared it with Bear and he laughed out loud!
Shared on FB, I'll probably share elsewhere, too. It really belongs 'Tween the Lions', but it made me giggle so much, I had to add it here! My favorite comment following this was akin to 'It is hard getting Sylvester in a blender..'
I am sure you can come up with your own!!! Whether it is a Conan quip or relating to Barbarella, I bet you could make me laugh out loud!
Although, the rest of the song isn’t quite applicable. Oh, wait. ‘endless road reminds you.’ Those words work perfectly well!
I have decided to take chances, embrace new experiences, expose myself to new adventures, and see where the fork in the road goes. Apparently, the fork needs its own place. Earlier this year, I drove to the Tri Cities and back. Back was bad. Back was a ridiculous foray into how fast can Kris get lost in less than 8 blocks. Up was also bad, but it wasn’t dark and rainy and I had phone assistance. Back was awful. I should have stayed the night up there. Thankfully, the middle of the adventure was GREAT fun!
This new experience was also GREAT FUN! The up wasn’t too bad, the back was amusing. I was able to read some parts of Through the Looking Glass’. It was a perfect read for such a predicament. The first part of the adventure was driving. My car appeared to not have AC. This was frustrating, it was working on Saturday. The little blue AC light came on, but the car was blowing hot air. (I know some politicians like that, but I digress.) I got to my destination and a new young friend raised up the hood of my car and it was able to get somewhat cooled off for several hours.
On the way back, things were not so cool. I needed gas, but decided to wait and get it later. I did. I also discovered I absolutely need to remember to fill my own gas tank more often. Dingy (as in bell, not needing a bath) damsel in distress is a role I play too often! It was good practice for part two. I was keeping an eye on the heat gauge thingy, it was creeping to H, but appeared ok. I decided the rest stop outside of Prosser was too out of the way to stop. Those warning bells rang hard, but I ignored them. The next few miles were construction and up steep hills. KC (the car) did NOT like that. Her gauge went clear over to H where it stayed for several miles, the check engine light came on, my eyes frantically looked for a place to pull over in a NO PARKING zone, and my words became frantic pleas to God to help me out of this mess. The gauge dropped to the mid zone, the light went off, I came off the grooved pavement onto normal worn roads. I wondered if I could get to one of the next towns and as I was climbing another hill, I heard a ticking noise as I pressed the gas pedal. The gauge went back to the giant red H. I let up on the gas and the noise stopped. It was a hill; I needed to at least pull over onto the verge. I obviously was NOT going to make it anywhere else. Suddenly, I noticed as I was pressing the pedal to the metal, the speedometer was going DOWN not up. ‘How curious,’ I thought to myself, in panic mode. I made it to the edge of the road, stopped the car, pressed on the hazard light, placed my head in my hands and cried. Briefly. I called The Craftsman for help. Several hot sweaty minutes went by before he called back. A tow truck was on the way. About an hour or so. In my car, on the freeway, surrounded by zooming cars, brush, hills, dirt, wondering what to do next. I laughed as I wiped sweat dripping off my flesh onto my clothes. My hands were slick with sweat as I determined what to do in my wait. Texted a couple of people (one was a happy accident), checked my insulin (it was still slightly chilled—about the only thing around which was!!), drank lukewarm (it was HOT by the time rescue arrived) water (remembering warm water when you are hot is better to drink than cold), then joined Alice in her own crazy adventures ‘Through the Looking Glass.’ I had two police persons stop by. The nice man rolled my passenger window down for me (they both checked I had water), chatted for a bit, saying he was sorry this had to happen in WA. (I was, too. I know a ton more people closer to Oregon!). The friendly woman officer gave me my exact location, which came in handy when I called the tow truck who was looking for me. She stuck around while I called him. We found he was about 10 miles or so away.
Eventually, I was found. It appears the tow truck driver is a shirttail cousin on the patriarchal side. (You can’t get away from connections, even stranded on a highway!) We chatted all the way back to Pendelton. I took The Craftsman out for dinner; he went back into town with a friend and is picking my car up from the shop, where it was left.
All in all, it was truly an adventure to remember from the minute I left town to the minute I got back. It could have been a ton worse. The car did not catch fire, blow up, or pull any of t hose otherwise Hollywood antics. I had things to do, I had a working cell, it was all ok. I’m all unpacked. I am only going as far as the cities if I leave home again on my own this month. I am going to look for new experiences closer to my own backyard. At least for a few weeks!
"From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere." Dr. Suess.
This truism from the Dr. is obvious in nature. God (and yes, I do believe in the God of Creation) has made so many amazing things for us to enjoy. I found the sunflower in the locust tree only recently and realised how many more crazy odd funny things there are around here. The last photo is of a rubber boa. They are as native as the Bleeding Heart flowers, but are VERY reclusive. The Craftsman grew up here and had never seen one, his dad who was raised where the snake was found had never seen one, and we've never found one again. Truly a funny thing!
I'm glad I live in such a crazy bizarre world!
Another pic I found where I could not track down the source. It made me laugh out loud, though. Reminded me of this one from one of my summer's at home. Everyone needs to be careful!
Shared this with a friend and a fellow blogger. Hoping they enjoyed it as much as I did. One of those classics where each scene causes you to think, laugh, and sympathize.
And, 'I'll have what she's having.'
Today wasn't horror, but I probably should have stayed in bed. I was in bed most of today and it was very good. Arising was a bit fuddled!
I went shopping. But I opted for ice cream. I needed to pee, so stopped in to do that first. Yup, I was so in a hurry, I forgot to lock the door! Management caught me with my pants down, literally! I got to the store and came super darn close to locking my keys in the car. Which would have been very bad as I didn't happen to have a cell phone or any numbers in my head who could help. My grocery list kept me going all over the store, not the list's fault. I kept referring to my head list instead of the paper one in hand. After I shopped and didn't get some of what I was looking for, I sat down to work on my ice cream. It had melted, but it was still ok. Except for the three corner tear in the cup where it had leaked all over in the cup holder!!!
Picked up meat for dinner, but opted to do something else. After an hour in the oven, I stuck it in the microwave for 5 minutes. DONE! Very late, but finally done.
I washed the sheets on the bed, washed me, and my jammies. Clean sheets (mmmmmmmmmm), clean body (mmmmmmmm), clean jammies, and sweet dreams add up to a very good sleep!
I'll probably use this on my blessing blog, because where on earth would our world be without spell check or math? I love this story and this meme. I have the hardest time with math and I am so thankful I was not ever fortunate enough to have to go to a Math Lab for classes. I did get sent out in the hallway when I got into trouble over math!
Geometry and Algebra are so difficult and geometry is used a LOT. I had no idea how much geometry was in sewing or almost anything else, for that matter. Fractions, YUCK. The only thing that got me to use fractions was cooking. And cooking is also chemistry, which you can't take unless you have advanced math.
Basic math I use every day several times. I admit I must use a calculator. Once, I added wrong and knew the number was totally off, but if I hadn't had the calculator, it would have taken me ages to get the answer. Right or wrong!
When I take my insulin, I do this crazy formula. Let's say my blood sugars are 265. I need to subtract 120 from that, take that number and divide by 30...that gets me to how much insulin I need to take in addition to the amount I take for the number of carbs I eat. That is often divided by 5 (so a slice of chicken garlic pizza is 30 delicious carbs, I need to take 6 units of insulin for that slice.). Easy, but not always. Nice round numbers are not often found in foods. So, if you look at the numbers above, I'd need to take 6+4ish for just one piece of pizza.
I guess I'm glad I don't live in Kentucky, where Math is illegal. Even if it confounds the heck out of my poor aged brain!
I grew up in Alaska, went to college in Portland, OR and ended up on the coast for 17 years before moving East. Am interested in many different things and am looking forward to sharing them with you!