Wednesday, March 4, 2015

just more silliness

So. You know how you can walk into a room and forget why you went in there? That happens to me and obviously getting worse now that midlife (aka menopause) is upon me. 

   The other day, hubby James climbed out onto roof so that he could fix weather vane. I went outside and watched the whole thing, even posted a pic of it. When he was done, I lost interest in that and was thinking about the next project we could do.  I walked into the house and as my eyes adjusted from the light, I see what appeared to be a blurry figure, visible from waist down, at top of steps. I freaked out a little as, naturally, I assume it is a ghost. (like what else could it be) I continued watching, expecting it to disappear, as ghosts often do, but instead it slowly came into focus. I thought... “oh, it's just my son, Dusty.”  Then I thought.. “No, Dusty is not here!” I realize now, there is a MAN STANDING IN MY HOME AT TOP OF STAIRS! I yelled out… WHO ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING as I ran INTO the front door, bounced back and made another dive for it. Before I could grab the handle, however, I sort of fell onto the side of the recliner, which was fine, as I felt I was fixing to faint.  As I was gasping for air, I hear a man’s voice, saying, “ange??” and realize it is James calling me from atop of the stairs… where he had been standing after coming back in from the roof!!!  And yes, I knew he had went out that way. It’s a sad commentary on my diminishing mental faculties.  Life at the Moore’s continues. J
Here is a recent facebook post that I thought I would share... I may lose all your respect when you see this side of me, lol. But I'm posting it anyway, and more to come most likely.  :)
So we come out of the dollar store and head for my car, which U notice is dirtier than I remember from just this morning. James​ opens the back door and starts loading the packages. I open driver door only to notice my chihuahuas were missing. I'm in a panic as I am thinking they were stolen. I notice that for some bizarre reason that niece Lisa's ornamental Lea is hanging from the mirror. Confusion and fear sets in-- where are my dogs!! Then slowly slowly it connects in my mind-- heck this is not our car!! It's just some random black car! James, I say- this is not our car!! So he commenced to grabbing stuff (hopefully just our stuff) and throwing in back in buggy and was halfway across parking lot before I could get the car door closed and start running too. Hope the owner didn't see all that! Life at the Moore's