Giving it a go....

I have never blogged before. I am not quite sure how this will all work out, but I must confess, I kind of like the idea of it . . . writing at my leisure about all and everything that occurs in my life. It's quite like an on-line diary, isn't it, without all the dirty, intimate details? Well, at least not right off the bat. After all, we haven't gotten to know each other all that well yet, have we?

I have to share the horror of Saturday night. Yes, HORROR!! You may want to sit for this one.

After a lovely day at the airshow --- really, who doesn't love a good airshow!? Anyway, after a lovely day sitting in the baking sun, watching amazing aerial feats (the Blue Angels are AMAZING!) and getting a sun burn . . . yes, I managed to put sunscreen on the boys and yet somehow, from them to me, the action got lost, never to be recovered.

I digress.

So. Where were we. Oh yes, we are returned home from the airshow and I am all sunburned. Well, I don't know if this happens to many of you, but the sun just wipes me out! I had nothing left and all I wanted to do was get in my jammies, curl up on my bed and have a movie marathon. Funny, I pretty much want to do that every day. Hm, I guess it's not just the sun. I'll have to think on that a bit later.....anyhoo, those options weren't open to me as I had promised the boys (all 3 of them) that I would be making Chicken Curry for dinner. From scratch. And the chicken HAD to be cooked, if you know what I mean. So I rouse myself to complete the task of making dinner (It took all that I had. The wine helped!) and we had a wonderful family dinner.

Quick aside here: I much prefer Middle Eastern curry to Thai. I found that out on Saturday night when I tasted my Thai curry. Just thought I would share that....

Where is the horror. Oh, it's coming.

Post dinner I got my wish. My boys were game for getting in jammies and snuggling in bed with Mom while watching Avatar ~~ HOORAY! So we all settled in and were snug as bugs in a rug.

I was laying on my side, idly scratching my back. Does anyone else do that? It's almost hypnotic. Maybe that is just me. Well anyway, there I was, idly scratching my back, completely immersed in Avatar, when my fingers came across something on my spine. It was in the area of where I had a mole removed recently, but that bad boy had already healed so I knew it couldn't be that. I gave it a tug and, um, ouch. Yea, it hurt. I flipped on my bedside table and asked Matt to come on over and check out my back. He takes his damn sweet time coming around the bed to my side(I am inwardly freaking out because I think I know what it is!) and I point to the area and say, "WHAT is that?" This is what happened after that question was asked:

Matt: "Um, Mom, it looks like a bug!"

Me: "WHAT!? What do you mean, A BUG?"

Matt: "Mom, seriously, I think it's a bug...that's gross."

Me: "Oh my gosh, you mean like a TICK? Are you kidding me, it's a tick!?"

Matt: "Yea, I think so. Mom, that's disgusting."

My internal thought: "This is FOUL!"

I put my fingers back to where the offending hanger-on was located and gave it a tug. It didn't feel good, which I must say surprised me...never having pulled a TICK off of myself before, I wasn't aware there would be any kind of feeling to it. But I guess it makes sense since it is EMBEDDED in your body (ick!!!)

I have the offensive blood sucking thing in my fingers and walk into the bathroom to get a closer look. It's legs are scrambling to beat the band and it has a white dot on its back. I am so disgusted at this point and I feel like I have a thousand bugs crawling all over me.

I take the . . . thing . . . to the kitchen where Mark is cleaning up the dinner dishes and prepping the meat for the following day and say to him, "TELL me this is not a tick! Please!" He looks at what is being held between my fingers and as far away from my body as humanly possible and replies, "Yea, that's a tick. Where did you find that?" (as if it is some kind of treasure~!) I told him I had just pulled it off of my back and he says.....he SAYS, "COOL!".

Excuse me!!!!

Excuse ME!!!!!!!!!

Pulling blood sucking ickies off of ones body is NOT cool!

I stood there staring at him. I know I must have had a look of utter disgust on my face, for both the tick and his remark (does the man not know me at all!). I handed him the tick to kill and as I do, he says, "I'll kill it but you have to give me a kiss first."

I turned around and walked away . . . "COOL!" Cool, my ass. I spent the rest of the night dreaming about ticks and waking up to check my whole body.

And just fyi . . . I really, really, really hate ticks!

So there you have it. My tale of horror ~~~