What lurks in the bathroom….

I looove our current rental very much, buuuut in each room that is wallpapered there is a different kind of border paper.  Not really that big of a deal right?

Well, in the bathroom downstairs there is this really nice seashell border paper…

Border paper

Our last house was very nice… but the most awesome part about it was the backyard!  We had a crick that ran along the side of the property and we were bordered on 2 sides with 14 acres of forest!  Loooooved it, but with a wonderful backyard and forest came lots and lots of weirdo bugs.  We had every variety of species you could think of, being homeschoolers we caught alot and visited that what’s that bug site quite often.

Now I  know just about everyone deals with these guys…

temple of doom

I do NOT like them.. at ALL!!  I have kind of a “history” with these guys.  They tend to pop out at ya at the most inconvenient times and in the most scary ways.

In fact, my best friend told me a story about how one time when she was younger and she was taking a shower one of these guys somehow landed on her head while she was washing her hair….well, much screaming ensued, followed by her leaping out of the shower, and shrieking for her dad to come in and kill the thing cause it wouldn’t go down the drain because of the drain cover.  It just kept spinning around and around in the bottom of the tub freaking her out. Of course, at the time I thought it was a funny story and laughed my rear off.

But back to my current bathroom story.  Every morning when I get my shower I take off my glasses… I’m near sighted and in the half dark bathroom…

Well, see that shell with the arrow pointed at it?

shower border paper

Let’s just say that, early in the morning, with no glasses on, that particular shell looks amazingly like that guy pictured above with the Temple of Doom reference…

I remember my best friend’s horror story, and the stupid thing gets me Every Time!  I think it’s a thousand legger!  Every Single Stinkin’ Time!  Oy!

Curse you pretty shell border paper!!

TTFN,

The Blue Moon Thinker 🙂

The basement floods at midnight… A true story

The Basement Floods at Midnight

Once upon a Sunday night at 3ish o’clock in the early am, the Blue Moon Sleeper was awoken from a deep and restful slumber. “What, who, where, why?,” she snorted most ungracefully upon being disturbed from her rest. She needed to attend to her constitutional in the most urgent way… too much lemonade before bed I suppose. She popped out of bed like an over brown piece of bread out of a toaster, and blundered her way around the room barking her toes on the bed rollers as she went. Feeling her way out of the room and to the bathroom, she opened the door and was immediately blinded by the nightlight plugged into the wall above the counter and shining more intensely than the sun in the Serengeti Desert. Stumbling back in surprise and shock, her eyes tearing and watering from the sudden onslaught of light and her bathroom visit totally forgotten, she lurched into the kitchen. As she wiped her eyes, she suddenly heard the voice of the Lord clearly say, “Go into the basement.” Without question she walked over to the basement, opened the door and walked down the steps. As if waking from a dream she attempted to focus on why she was in the basement and what she was supposed to be looking for… when she saw it. No, her eyes must be playing tricks on her, she rubbed them, blinked and looked again. Sure enough there it was plain as day on the floor in front of her, water and lots of it.  It’s windy trail snaked out from under the door to the outside and meandered into the basement. Realization dawned on her, the Bilco doors must have been left open and the torrential rains of the evening must have overwhelmed the tiny space forcing the water to enter the only place it could, the basement. In the next moment she was filled with dread as her eyes began to focus on the path of the small stream, her books! She ran up the stairs and gently but urgently shook her husband’s sleeping form. She explained what had happened, and with many apologies for leaving the door open and not following his own quiet urging from the Lord earlier that evening, he began unstacking boxes of books to get to the wet bottom layer of boxes. The Blue Moon Sleeper turned on a fan and set the dehumidifier to high and prepared a space for her beloved books to dry out. Her husband carried the first and wettest box over to where she stood waiting and dumped the first load out.  She feverishly thumbed through each book noting with relief that the wettest box didn’t have anything of real value in it.  With thanks to the Lord, she continued laying out the wettest albums and papers out to dry out in the breeze from the fan. Her husband brought over 3 boxes in all, each less and less wetter than the first.  She pulled all the books out looking them over thoroughly.  With palpable relief she sighed, “No real casualties to speak of.” “I’m sorry again,” intoned her husband feeling upset and foolish. “It’s okay, I’m just grateful that the Lord woke me when he did and sent me down to the basement to stop the flood.” she said happily. The Blue Moon Sleeper and her husband, satisfied that all was taken care of went back up to their room and drifted off into slumber. The Lord had routed the flood and the basement was dry as a bone by the next evening. The Blue Moon Sleeper hadn’t lost a single book and the basement was back to its original form. ~ Thank you Lord, just like the Wedding at Cana, you care about the little things…even my books.

Phillipians 4:19- And my God will liberally supply (fill to the full) your every need according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.

TTFN,

The Blue Moon Thinker 🙂