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In Which I Learn To Fear “Excuse Me”

November 16, 2009

I had a foster kid visit me this weekend for respite care.  R is 11 years old, and this was his second weekend with me.  Saturday we braved the drizzle and overcast skies for a trip to visit Cunningham Falls.

By 11am that morning I realized that coffee was a requirement.  Our first foray off the highway was entirely unfruitful.

Our second stop found us here. 

Juice does not run on this

Somehow I could not convey to the barrista that I required sugar free almond syrup in my latte.  I ended up with a super-bitter latte-wanna-be which required three Splendas to be palatable.

Imagine my bitterness when this sign appeared at the VERY next exit:

Anyway.  Moving on to the hike.

R had a great time exploring the tire playground.

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We got an unexpected treat at the visitor center.  There was an aviary with several large birds – owls, hawks, vultures.  R had a question about one of the birds so we knocked on the door to ask the worker a question.  Even though the visitor center was closed, the woman invited us inside the building and proceeded to give us a tour of every single animal inside!  R’s favorite was the 45 pound snapping turtle. 

I think our turtle was even bigger than this one!

My favorite was the barred owl.

We took the “challenging” course to the falls.  It was only .75 miles, but it lived up to it’s description!

It was this rocky the whole climb!

R took this picture of the falls:

We arrived home tired and ready for a quiet evening.  It was then that I learned to fear “Excuse me.”

The first time was during his bath.  I’m downstairs making dinner while R is washing off the hike.  I hear a little voice call “Excuse me!”  I think he says that sometimes because he forgets my name, and this is the best way for him to get my attention.

I run upstairs and ask what I can do to help.  And of course there’s a tick on his leg.  Which I have to kill.  And then reassure him that he’ll be fine since the tick was on him for only a couple of hours.  And did I mention that I had to kill the tick?  All by myself?

Tick shown actual size

Time #2:  Bedtime.  Lights out.  I’m downstairs savoring the silence when it happens.  “Excuse me!”  I head up to his bed to hear this question:  “Do you ever have mice in this house?  Because I’m hearing a noise.”  Well, as you can imagine, I’m a little sensitive about this topic.  I lie in the bed with him to listen for the noise.  I’m overjoyed to report it’s simply a zipper brushing up against the side of the dryer (we had to wash our potentially tick-infested clothes).

The third time I hear “Excuse me!” it’s because someone needs to complain about the volume of the dryer buzzer.  To which I had to say suck it up.  Because I can kill ticks and diagnose fake mouse noises, but I’ll be darned if I can figure out how to turn off the dryer buzzer.

Maybe I could if I’d had real coffee that morning.  I blame you, Dunkin Donuts.

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9 Comments leave one →
  1. debby permalink
    November 18, 2009 1:55 am

    This was a good post, and so funny! Anytime I laugh out loud at my house, you know its really funny (that’s something along the lines of ‘if a tree falls in a forest…’

    Anyhoo, I still can’t believe you do that foster thing and am in awe of you for doing it. And to do it with a bad cup of coffee…boy that makes me so mad when that happens to me (Starbucks at the next turnoff)

    I think ‘tick shown actual size’ is my favorite part.

  2. November 18, 2009 11:10 am

    Oh Juice – when you live in NE Oklahoma, also known as “Green Country” because of all the trees, ticks are simply a way of life! Every time we go to my parent’s house (they live in a very wooded area) we have to strip the kids down and have a “tick check”. They are used to it and so am I. And fyi, the best way to kill a tick is to flush it down the toilet because those little suckers are hard to kill! But I am very impressed that you killed Tickzilla all by yourself!! :)

    • Juice permalink*
      November 18, 2009 11:17 am

      Jill, glad to hear that I chose the correct method of tick execution. I crushed it with my fingernail until the abdomen burst (gross! blood!) and then flushed it down the toilet.

      I’m also very glad I don’t live in NE Oklahoma. This city girl is not a big fan of ticks!

  3. November 21, 2009 1:08 pm

    holy cow! that is no turtle…

    anyhoo… it sounded like a fun time. just think how much fun would have been if you actually had coffee.

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