Sand in the Ear

Ugh! There’s a lot of wind today so, naturally, all of the dry dirt and sand lying around here’s been kicked up pretty badly.

Sometimes it’s hard to see when you’re driving and in the short time it took me to get out of my car and into the house I somehow managed to get sand in all the little crevices of my ear.

It feels horrid. I hate sand…

O M G

Last night when I was at the Haunted House, two funny-ish things happened–aside from the children crying and adults losing bladder control.

They relate to what the people said as they went through.

Girl 1: Something jumped out at her and she screamed “OH MY JESUS!” That was hilarious. It was SO hard not to laugh at her. I loved it. The others in her group looked at her and one asked “Oh my Jesus?”

Girl 2: This one is not as funny as the other and would seem to bode ill for the future. Upon entering a “scary” room with body parts hanging from the ceiling, this girl (maybe 17 years old) looked around and said “O-M-G”. Not “oh my god” but O M G. I wanted to hit her with a severed arm. Before that, I had never realized that people could be so stupid…

That’s it.

Dead Tired

I am SO tired.

I’ve spent six hours today working at a Haunted House. It wasn’t difficult or anything, but it was six hours of near non-stop walking. In the dark. Ugh.

Some child got scared at one point and pinned me between her (sharp) elbow and the wall. That was most painful.

Friday night I spent four hours under a bed lifting it up and down. They built a platform about 2 feet above the floor and put the bed on that. It was a real experience, especially when both my legs started to cramp from being down there for that long.

Funny, I always thought that I’d have a longer tolerance for being on my knees. ;^)

Now please don’t mistake my kvetching for displeasure. I really did enjoy it. There were several children who left crying (major bonus). There were also several adults (at least 20 years old) who had to leave crying. It was a most satisfying experience.

I’d have to say that leg cramps, an injured shoulder, and some pre-pubescent whore throwing elbows was more than outweighed by the crying children and adults who slipped into incontinence. Not to mention the cute guys who would wander into my group.

Okay. I’m really tired so I’m going to cut this off and head to bed