Friday, June 30, 2006
My Tale of the Itsy Bitsy Spider
So I was taking a shower the other night and I noticed a spider in there with me. My reaction is probably not the same as yours. I felt concern. The little spider was trying to climb up the side of the bathtub but to no avail because of the water from my shower splashing around him. So I bent over and used my index finger to sort of slide him up to ledge on the side of the bathtub. Now I should mention that I don't wear my glasses or contacts in the shower, so I can't see great and my depth perception is a little off. I looked at his crumpled little body and legs and was pertt certain that I had just squashed instead of saving him. I sighed and felt bad. A few minutes later after a few more sad thoughts about crumpled spider bodies, I noticed he was in the water at my feet. I couldn't be certain but it looked like he was alive and trying get out. So this time I crouched down and scooped him up and placed him farther away from the tub, so hopefully he wouldn't fall in again. Again he looked rather dead.
When I got out of the shower, he was still looking unfixable. I tried to move his body so he was positioned in a more upright position. Then for some reason, I thought to blow on him. With the first blow, his body moved a little and he looked to be standing more upright. The next blow, one of his legs wiggled a little. The last blow he seemed to have firmly planted himself. Yay! He was alive.
After getting dressed I checked back on the spider. Oye! He was back in the bathtub trying to crawl up the wall again. Okay, so spiders just aren't the smartest. I somehow managed to get him on my right index finger but he began to make his way towards my wrist. I quickly hurried over the counter where I had a cup. I tried to sort of rub him off but he wouldn't let go and quite frankly, I starting to get a little creeped out by the feeling of his legs crawling on me. I shook him off onto the counter and speedily covered him with the cup. Then I used stiff paper to cover the cup and take the spider outside. Finally, the itsy bitsy (actually he about an inch in size - is that itsy bitsy?) spider was dropped into a plant on our front porch and hopefully, he lived to tell his tale of the scary bathroom lady.
Am I weird or what?
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
I'm sad
I will miss her greatly but I pray that God would use what she has learned here in San Jose to bless her community, friends, and family back in Spokane. May she continue to grow abundantly in His love and walk as His vessel on Earth with a faithful and joyful heart. Amen.
Check out her photos at flickr.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
My Couch Potato Story
On Sunday night I had a bad tummy night (there is no need for more details than that). Needless to say, I did not go into work on Monday. I had a true couch potato day instead.
Started the morning off with a black and white movie "A Letter to Three Wives"about three young women who receive a letter saying that one of their husbands ran away with her. Each contemplates whether or not it was her husband. I have to admit I did not pay as much as attention to this movie as I could have since I did not know any of the actors.
Then watched first episode of
Second black and white movie: We’re Not Married! with Ginger Rogers and Marilyn Monroe. Basically 5 different stories about 5 couples who learn that they are not married and the distinct ways each handles it. Most touching is the young soldier who goes to great length to make sure he and his pregnant wife become legally married before he leaves for the war.
Episode of The Cosby Show was next. Vanessa surprises Dr. and Mrs. Huxtable with news that she has been secretly engaged for 6 months! If you have ever watched this show, then you can imagine all the funny stares/glares they give Vanessa and her fiancĂ© (Dabnis) as they recount their story. Dr. Huxtable compares Vanessa’s presentation of her fiancĂ© to presenting a fine slab of steak and mashed potatoes on a garbage lid. It doesn’t matter how good the steak is because it is coming on a garbage lid. I think they got the point after this.
Unfortunately I fell into a Lifetime movie at this point. Wife/Mother is kidnapped and ransomed for a million dollars. When she tries to escape fearing that she will be killed instead of returned, her female captor dies. The male captor blames her and starts to destroy all aspects of her family’s life. In the end, the bad guy gets caught and the family is all back together and happy again.
I took a break here to study Mark 10, definitely the best part of the day.
Watched an episode and a half of “Road to Avonlea,” the last two episodes of season 4. Neither particularly interesting but I always feel very nostalgic when I watch this show. I used to watch every day during the summer in 1999 and I think also 1995 summer.
Next Dad, Mom, and I watched parts 1 and 2 of the Pilot for Lost. It was far more scary than I had anticipated. The show itself is usually intriguing but does not normally scare me. However, I must admit that I have only watched the second season. Perhaps the first season is a bit more rough.
After this I watched a Superman special on A&E. I have always enjoyed the stories and tales of Superman. I grew up reading the comic books from the 1950s and 1960s. Clearly, this show was set up as an advertisement for the new Superman movie but the movie itself was only really discussed in the last 10 minutes. The rest of the time showed the various ways that Superman had been popularly presented to the world, including several TV shows: The Adventures of Superman; Lois & Clark; and Smallville.
After all this, I finally went to bed.