Be A Man

I am sure that all of you caught the Mulan reference in the title of this blog post. As it is obviously one of Disney's modern classics, Dark Side of the Moon is better known in my social circles as the greatest song in Mulan...rather than a mediocre rock album by some unknown band from decades past that did a lot of drugs. Am I right? Don't answer that.

Um, so anyway. It does turn out after further research that "Dark Side of the Moon" is the most memorable phrase from the Mulan song, but it's really called "I'll Make a Man Out of You," probably due to copyrighting issues with Pink Floyd. Still don't remember? Here's a video for your viewing pleasure.

Reminiscing about one of my favorite movies really was not the point of this post. It was, however, about being a man. Being on my own the whole day is kind of boring, and I found out today that it can be dangerous, too! The clock has only just struck 8:00 AM, meaning I've been awake for two hours, and I already had to slay A DRAGON...and by dragon I mean a CRICKET. Right there in my own kitchen in front of God and everybody! It was about 7:05 when I saw the little monster, meaning Matt was probably less than a mile away from the house (he drives to work slash to take the kids to school at 7:00), but was I going to chicken out and call him to ask if he could pretty please drop by and squash it for me? I was not. Because 1. That is a stupid reason to be late for work. and 2. I am manly and strong and can kill crickets all by meself. (In the spirit of St. Patrick's Day being less than a month out. What up Shamrock Shakes!)

So I did! I got a big ole shoe, moved the rug that was right next to the beastie (with my toe, from a very safe distance away), snuck up behind it so there wouldn't be a shadow to freak it out, and BAM! Dead cricket. All by myself.

Before everyone goes and appreciates my immense valor for handling this all by meself (there it is again), I would like to add that this was nowhere, and I mean NOWHERE, as terrifying as the time that my sister's dog, Peanut, and I were having a sleepover in my bed (on the second floor...totally unfair) and somehow there was a cricket (a big'un, this one was like three times the size of this morning's) IN MY BED UNDER MY COMFORTER. That was just unfair. Especially as my sister, Betsy, had just taken the time to tell me all about their cricket invasion downstairs but surely they can't climb stairs, so there weren't any on the second floor. OH CONTRAIRE, BETISS. So yeah that night was terrifying. This morning pales in comparison, but I try very hard not to think about that night very often. As I said, though, no need to applaud my bravery this morning. Killing crickets is rather old hat for me, come to think of it. So there. Take that, long legged jumping unpredictable arthropods.

In other news, Happy Friday y'all! Yesterday was my future nephew's 7th birthday, and tomorrow we will be heading to town for a bowling alley birthday party for him. It promises to be a good time, I'm sure. If I weren't such a miserable bowler, I'd be even more excited. Watching the smidgeons bowl will definitely be a laugh, though. I promise pictures!

See Y'all,
The future Mrs. McCaslin