Thursday, February 23, 2006

You Haven't Lived Until. . .

. . .you've rocked out in the car to Dragostea Din Tei (aka the Numa-Numa song) with a 10, 9, 8, 6 and 4 year old and they can ALL sing along in Romanian, LOL! Yes, we've even corrupted one of their friends - gave her a CD a while back and she knows it by heart.

A bunch of us went over to the house of one of the TKD families after class and sparring for a late night supper of chili fries. Good friends, good food, good fun. :o) We have a sleeper-overer tonight whom we'll take swimming with us tomorrow, and at some point later, we plan to break out the interesting chemicals and make bath bombs. (No, all you monitoring Fed-types - these are not gigantic Molotov cocktails made in bathtubs; they're things you drop in the bath that fizz and foam and smell nice.) Note to self - not so sure about making coffee ones. I don't want to come out smelling like a giant latte. Chocolate ones - well, they just make one smell edible, so that can't be a bad thing. I think. Maybe I should just stick with more traditional girlie stuff. Suggestions? (I know - NOT sushi! :-P )

I need to work on my right leg hook kick. Something is just not right. It feels OK, but it's harder to see my foot and leg when I'm kicking with my right leg, so I must be holding my body differently somehow.

We got to talking about Ritalin tonight and how it has the opposite effect on adults that it has on kids. This led me to regale everyone with tales of strange things my dad said while he was on morphine (the doctor gave him Ritalin to counteract the morphine and make him more alert.) The one that translates best to type is the Russian women story. My mom and dad were in their house in the middle of the prairie in South Dakota when all of a sudden my dad said, "Look Barb! Hundreds of Russian women coming over the hill in little tiny cars!" LOL! Fortunately my dad had a great sense of humour right up til the end, so a lot of times, he'd realise he'd just said something utterly ridiculous and start laughing at himself. Ah, we had some great times even then. :o) I was pregnant with Fishy (named after my dad - well, his real name, that is, LOL!) when my dad was sick and I went to visit my folks while John was off in Switzerland or somewhere. That was something, let me tell ya. Both of us puking - my dad cuz his life was running out, me cuz I was bringing forth new life - how ironic. Me running for the yak bucket for him, then rushing off to lose it myself in the bathroom. But even then we laughed about it. :o) There is humour in nearly everything if you just know where to look.

OK, Bloggers, I'm tagging all who read this. What's one of the *weirdest* things that has ever happened to you. The thing that people just wouldn't expect to hear. Make that 2, cuz the ones that pop into my head are a tie and I have to list both.

1) Getting attacked by monkeys when I was little kid (explains a lot, though, doesn't it??)
2) Meeting Ed Gein - a very quiet, smiley little gentleman (my dad worked as a psych nurse and Ed was on his ward)

Your turn!!


Faltenin said...

In the car with kids singing in Romanian... been there, done that!
No hints as to if they were mine or not, of course... International Man of Mystery, that's me.

And you can't tag me!!! Well, I'll think of it. Maybe I have an idea.

Candace said...

LOL, Faltenin. I have to keep readjusting my mental picture of you. IMM does sum it up nicely. :o) I can tag you and have, and no tag-backs, double-stamped and sealed two times! **pretends to lick hand and punches Faltenin in the arm twice**

Paige Burns said...

I'm too tired to think of something weird right now but thanks for stopping by my blog. I'll come back after a nap. :)

Anonymous said...

Oh lord that has to be the most annoying song to happen.

You want me to count the weird things I've done?

You want me to chose two? Only two?

Good grief.

I'm following Paige. This is us...writing.

Candace said...

Hi Paige and Jenna! :o)

Yep, 2. The weirdest 2. :o) Well, why not the top ten? I guess that would work.

tshsmom said...

Whoa; you met Ed Gein?

Candace said...

Yep. A bunch of the staff's kids went in to Christmas Carol on the Geriatrics ward and Ed teased us, putting his hands over his ears and laughing like we were so bad we hurt his ears, LOL! He was just a quiet little happy old man. I didn't know what he had done until way later. My dad just told us his name and that he'd done some really bad things. :oP He also said Ed had been lobotomized and had no clue who he was or what he'd done but we weren't supposed to tell anyone. Since my dad's gone, I don't think anyone's gonna go after him for spilling it. ;o)

tshsmom said...

Makes you wonder what his mother did to him, doesn't it? What a wasted life!