Wednesday, May 14, 2008

of Rubber Bands...

2 silly things strike Real Fear into my heart...the first thing is just a balloon...a regular ol' latex balloon in the hands of a squealing child...because you know that balloon is going to burst with a Huge BaMMM, your eardrums are going to be shattered and your heart will just about stop...and there is a pretty good chance the child will end up shrieking in terror or laughing manically...

if you must give a child a balloon, please, please, please...get one of those silvery Mylar ones...you can even reuse those...but for the love of God, and I'm serious, do not give a child a latex balloon...unless it is not inflated...and it is a medical necessity as the child needs to develop his or her lungs...

the other thing, which brings me 'round to the point, is a Rubber Band...

I grew up with a household where my dad worked as a District Manager for the News-Press and my mom ran a morning paper route before headin' off to her Day Job at a local hospital...and often times I was pressed into service to "roll papers" so Mom could make that job on time...

there aren't too many minor things in life that hurt as much as a rubber band breakin' on your wind-chilled frosty hands as you stttreeeetttccchhhhh that rubber band to fit around the stupid Sunday Edition...let's just say I have Residual Rubber Band Issues...

so, you might say Not Happy was my Emoticon Face when I saw this early in the morning...what is "this"? "this" is 2 rubber bands stretched to the freakin' breaking point on the 2 knobs to the second pantry...because he decided yesterday that he wanted the Kitten Chow on the top shelf and he decided to get the Kitten Chow...regardless of the wreckage...which included a canister of self-rising flour...on the tile floor...

the first few time I dragged his little butt outta the pantry I was amused...so smart! so cute! opening that pantry door all by himself...well, Mungo Mungo did get into the act once the door was opened...

but I sort of lost my patience once the flour got involved...DH (who had the misfortune to be on the other end of the phone conversation when I came across the mess) promised to put a latch on the doors last night...

It appears he forgot...

and when I went to the pantry for this(that's right...I carry the Christmas Cow bag year-round) for a trip to H/M for these because you don't want be around if we run out of these when the kittens are hungry...

and found those Rubber Band Shackles on the Pantry Door, well, that is when I had to seriously debate with myself Just How Much Difference Does 1 (or 2) Plastic Bag Really Make in The Grand Scheme of Things, environmentally speakin'...

as you can ascertain from my havin' the Cow Bag out, my Goody Goody Two-Shoes Side won out...

and then I didn't even need the dang bag because I bought so many cans I kept them on the cardboard box...

now the Cow Bag waits here...until DH gets home and takes care of that Rubber Band Situation...

14 comments:

Terri said...

LOL! Very fun blog reading! I enjoyed my visit.
God bless.
Terri

see you there! said...

My story goes something like this. See Cat. See rubber band. See Cat eat rubber band. See the Vet. See the empty wallet.

Therefore I too hate rubberbands and I swear the cat could find one it it was 3 miles away.

Darla

PS - I finally did the tag thing and linked you today.

Berry Family said...

Ok, that was very funny and cute! Hello, just wanted to say HI. I stop by occasionally cuz I think your blog is cute and love to read it. I had to comment this time.

Kimba said...

Ok, that was hilarious! Where I live we call them gumbands.

Deb said...

Hi Shelia, now I had a party once, and had ballons strung all around. A month went by, most of them were still fully inflated. I was tired of looking at them, so I just grabbed each one (about 15) and just dug my fingers into each one and BAM!!! they were dead. Now once you get in your mind that you can kill em, no matter how much noise they make, you can get through it. Now the rubber band situation you're on your own. Great story. Deb

Julie said...

Oooooooh! Rubber bands -- besides pulling 1000's of strands of my hair out, everyday, as a child --- my brother used to pop me with them ALL the time -- well, when he wasn't snapping me with the end of his towel!
Good times, good times.....
Blessings,
Julie

Deb said...

Shelia if you only have 22 lbs to lose you're in good shape, I have to lose 40, but I'm praying that maybe when I'm down to 150 and the exercise works that I can get in a size 10. So it's what ever comes first, a comfortable size 10 or 135lbs.

Kimba said...

Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving such a thoughtful comment on my Thursday post. You articulated what I've been wrestling with lately. It seems like my perspective on what is Godly is a little warped because I've become calloused by all of the garbage.

I really appreciate your perspective and it's helping me to sort things out in my mind.

Kim

Penny @ Lavender Hill Studio said...

LOL! I don't have a cat - but I can just imagine this whole thing happening. I have never been a fan of rubber bands.. They snap - they hurt...Which leads me to the whole wet towel snapping thing in locker rooms...just don't get it at all.
Hugs,
Penny

tales from an O.C. cottage said...

Love it! My blind are all half way up...the pulls are hidden...my talble clothes are tucked under(a new kitten)...the things we do!

M ^..^

Timi said...

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Have a great day
Timi

PAT said...

Cute post, Sheila!

Pat

Deb said...

Hi Shelia, thanks for stopping by. I know what you mean about the college thing and the sacrifices we make as parents, but as the old folks say, "I'm buying these on time".:O) How are ya?, I hope you're having a great day so far. I've been in and out. My daughter needed me to take her over to a friend's house to pick up the rings she left there, which turned into "can you stop me by Rue 21 to find a shirt"? But ended up as, take me to Rue 21 and let me try on everything in the store, and buy me 5 shirts and a pair of shorts. Now I'm late starting dinner, but as least one of us is happy. I know, you know I love to talk but, I'm going on now. texnb and opntw. Deb

pedalpower said...

I'm glad I found your blog today..very entertaining! We had a similar issue at our house recently...dog was not eating at all when I fed him in the evening. Told Hubby I was going to have to take dog to the vet..even though he seemed fine. Next day we found the dog in the closet with his head in the dog food bag. Apparently, by the time I put the food in his bowl at night he was full to bursting, thank you very much. We're making sure the closet door is shut now.

Thank goodness I didn't take him to the vet for that$$$$$$$$

Your pantry doors are looking great!

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