It's a stupid saying. Even worse when people try to mess with it...'make it their own'. But, time really DOES fly. Not when you're having fun. Not when you want it to slow. Not when you're stuck on a tarmac for 10 hours with no cold beverages or permission to use the restroom. Time just flies. It ticks by at the same rate no matter what the circumstance.
But, I have to say, I all but forgot that I even had a blog. That I used to be a frequent blogger. That I had things to say and an avenue in which to say them. I forgot I had a blog life.
So, to all of you two dedicated followers who have been waiting with bated breath for me to resume my daily tirades...this one's for you.
When I came across my blog site moments ago, I couldn't believe it's been half a year since I last wrote. I went through some of my past posts, chuckled out loud, rolled my eyes and flagged the best ones. Then I saw the last one that I wrote...about the movie SALT.
Duh! THAT'S why it took me so long to write again. I wrote about spiders. I wrote about my unfortunate viewing experience of the movie. The movie wasn't awful (my hubby and I currently have it DVR'd - thank you free STARZ). But, when I think about the spiders. The large, hairy, blood-sucking creatures they featured in the opening...
I digress
I have since had another 'paralyze-me, I-can't-breathe, spider' moments. I was walking my little boy in his stroller...enjoying the nice day. Halfway to our destination. I kept flipping the top back to share a laugh with him. "Boo Eli. How are you Eli. We're almost there Eli."
But, then there was a small screech, followed by momentary paralysis. There was a big-ass spider that spun a mini-web and was laying her eggs right at the top of the stroller. Where my HAND had been.
I couldn't just flick the damn thing. She was attached and ready for the long haul. So, I went into mommy mode. And as Eli laughed AT me, I rolled up a newspaper that conveniently was stuck in the bottom of the stroller and dug the damn arachnid out.
I bolted (Mommy's running. Are we running Eli. ha ha. Funny). I littered. I must have blacked out, because I don't even remember the shopping trip or getting back home. In fact, it was so traumatic, I didn't even remember to tell my hubby about it until yesterday - the trauma occured 9 days ago.
So, once again, images of eight-legged creepy crawlers consume my brain. Damn you Salt. And damn you blog!
