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Hello, 911? I’m a mess.

Published October 28, 2017 by Malia

This week was a big pile of Bantha poodoo. Not only did I end up in the e.r. for chest pains on Wednesday night (that’s a whole separate post that will be coming soon), but then on Friday morning I had one of the scariest experiences of my life.

I awoke at 5:30 a.m. because Gracie was standing on the bed, staring at the door, and barking. This was a little alarming to wake up to, but the truly scary part wad that I could see light from out in the house streaming under my doorway…and I knew I had turned all the lights off before I went to bed.

Oh, and I was home alone because the boy’s new job requires some overnights out of town.

I grabbed Gracie, my phone, and a knife and locked us all up in the master bathroom. Since I knew the bedroom door was locked, I figured I’d at least bought myself some time.

Now, my first thought was that maybe the boy had gotten home early. So, I tried calling him. And I kept trying to call him. I sent a text. I got no responses.

I could hear faint noises from out in the house, but was unsure if I was hearing the cats, or if someone was in the house.

Finally, I dialed 911 and told the dispatcher that I thoughtthere was an intruder. She stayed on the phone with me while I waited for the cops to arrive. It only took a few minutes, but those minutes felt like hours. Eventually, I heard what sounded like faint knocking. I asked the dispatcher if it was the cops, and she confirmed it was and said it was okay to go answer the door.

I crept out from the bathroom, convinced that an attacker was lurking, waiting to grab me. When I opened the bedroom door, my heart nearly stopped because all the lights in the house were now off. I knew that at least one light had been on, which confirmed my fear that there was an intruder.

I made my way down the hallway, freaking out on the phone to the dispatcher, because I was convinced something terrible was about to happen. I must have looked super intimidating in my pink, fluffy bathrobe, phone in one hand, knife in the other. And by intimidating, I mean hilarious.

And then, I entered the living room…

“Hey, babe.” The sleepy voice of my husband greeted me from the couch.

I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that relieved, pissed, and embarrassed all at once. I may have muttered something along the lines of, “I love you, but I’m gonna kill you!”

I switched on a light, and wrapped in my fluffy pink bathrobe I went to the door and proceeded to explain to a very kind/slightly amused police officer that while someone was actually in the house, it was my husband. The officer assured me that they were just glad everything was okay, and I did the right thing by calling since I hadn’t known for sure.

They left. I went in and kissed the boy and he told me his phone had been set to “do not disturb” and he’d been trying to let me get sleep since the week had been a sleepless one for me. Part of me melted because he’s so thoughtful and sweet. The non-melted part requested that in the future he either text me he’s headed home early, or turn off “do not disturb.”

And that, kids, is the story of how I called the cops on my husband.


I swear I can cook!

Published March 26, 2015 by Malia

Hello, World, I’m married.  It happened almost two weeks ago, and yet I’m still sitting here in a daze.

Nerd points if you can figure out both of our rings!

Nerd points if you can figure out both of our rings!

I live with a boy now.  Before we were married, I was a little worried it would be a weird experience.  However, my fears were unfounded.  Sure, it’s different, but it’s a good, mostly non-weird different.

We spent the “honeymoon” week at home, and I think that’s about the best thing we could have done.  It gave us some quality alone time, and made this whole transition a little less scary and overwhelming.

This week I’ve started learning the fine art of being a wife.  The number one thing I’ve learned?  It’s a REALLY good thing the boy loves me so much!  I feel like this week I’ve done nothing but epically fail at all things “wife.”  I’m still not unpacked.  I still haven’t finished going through what we’re keeping and what we’re returning.  I think I’ve killed the plants I’ve been trying to get to grow.  And worst of all?  My talent for cooking has absolutely abandoned me.  Wednesday I created food that was just barely edible.  Thursday (today), I made something that should have been excellent, and I’m pretty sure I missed the mark again.  I know new brides are supposed to have cooking disasters, and I’m quite thankful that so far my disasters aren’t really disasters.

That’s all the news that is news for now.  I think it’s time to go snuggle up to the boy sleeping in the other room!

Random Saturday Musings

Published January 6, 2013 by Malia

-A couple of days ago I bought a movie I had never heard of and knew absolutely nothing about.  It’s called The Watcher in the Woods.  Some of the acting was really terrible, but the story itself was quite good, and surprisingly scary and dark for a Disney film.  Bright spots of this film were Bette Davis and David McCallum (NCIS’Ducky).  Davis was super creepy.  There was not nearly enough Ducky in this film, I think he was mainly in the film to attract whatever audience Davis didn’t attract.  Here’s the trailer:

-I spent tonight with my mama figuring out what the spring puppet show is going to be.  I’m pretty excited about this one, and am hoping that it all pulls together smoothly.

-I’m getting really excited and pretty nervous about Monday.  New job!  Big plus: I get to wear cute scrubs!  There’s no mandatory scrub design I have to wear, so I can wear the fun cartoon tops.  Also, I’m madly in love with the Grey’s Anatomy brand scrubs.  They’re the softest, most comfy scrubs I’ve ever encountered.  I’m also glad that they’re making scrub tops that are much more feminine than they used to be.

-Had weekly lunch at Zemogs.  Ended lunch with “I have a job” celebratory sopapillas.  Here’s a picture of the deliciousness!

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-This afternoon, I decided to try to be artistic, here was the outcome:

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-I’m thinking of getting the Bob Ross videos and learning to paint.

-I’m not trying to brag, but I’m super excited thinking about having a real paycheck again and being able to pay my bills again!

-I love my Hello Kitty headphones.  I spent more on them than I normally spend on headphones, but the whole Hello Kitty design totally made it worth it.  They work fantastic, which was super surprising.  Best headphone investment I’ve made in years.

-My hair is finally getting some decent length to it.  I’ll be glad when I can braid it and put it up.

-I need to find a mascara brand that doesn’t make my eyes itch and burn.  Thinking of trying Physician’s Formula (waiting to make some money, just because it’s more expensive than what I usually spend on make-up).  Many people have told me it’s gentle on sensitive eyes.  I don’t wear a lot of make-up, but I’ve found that mascara is kind of crucial if I don’t want my eyes to look terrible.

 

Dark and Troubled Times

Published December 17, 2012 by Malia

I’ve been putting my thoughts together about going into the ditch in SD.  There’s actually quite a bit more that happened after I wrote my last post, but I’ve had so much going on I haven’t gotten it put up on here yet.  However, in the midst of all my drama, there was this whole nightmare that took place in Connecticut.

This is definitely one of those times that I’m glad I don’t have kids.  I can’t imagine what the parents who’ve lost their babies are going through, and I can’t imagine what it must be like to have a child and try to decide how to attempt to keep your child safe.  I’m not sure if the world has just been progressively getting more scary, or if it was always so scary and it’s just getting harder to hide how scary it is.  If there’s one thing I learned from Finding Nemo, it’s that you can’t protect your kids from everything, and to promise them that you will is just lying to them.  However, I don’t blame parents for wanting to protect their kids.  There’s something wrong with someone if they don’t want to protect their kids.

Anyway, I’m still grouping my thoughts, but for now my prayers are with all the families who lost their children, all the families who are directly involved in that nightmare, all those who lost friends, and all those kids who had part of their innocence so senselessly ripped away.

Random Saturday Musings

Published October 20, 2012 by Malia

-Saw The Blair Witch Project for the first time tonight.  Gotta say, A. they had no clue what direction south is, and B. I hated the fact that I disliked the characters so much I didn’t care if something bad happened to them.  Interesting film, though.  I remember when it first came out, and everyone thought it was actual footage of a real tragedy.  And, now, I feel old.

-I really enjoy making fun things on my loom.  It’s very therapeutic.

-I’ve really been struggling, emotionally, with this whole chronic disease diagnosis.  I feel like as soon as I start wrapping my head around it and accepting it, I immediately head back to being angry or sad.  The other night, I was laying in bed, and all I could think of is how much it must suck for those people who get diagnosed with something really severe, like cancer.  I can’t even begin to imagine what hell their emotions play on them.  In some ways, I feel that I’m supposed to be learning empathy through this.  I tend to be really guarded, and even when I feel bad for someone and what their going through (especially with disease) I hold back from being there for them.  I hope I’m not driving people crazy with my constant writing on here about this whole diabetes thing.  I know I’ve been using my entries to process the emotional turmoil I’m going through.  Honestly, it’s scary.  It’s really scary.  I had no idea what people really go through.  My heart truly goes out to people who have it way worse.  I feel like I barely qualify to be saying, “I’ve got a chronic disease.”

Mothman Prophecies has got to be one of my all time favorite movies.  It’s so freaky, and it’s almost all mental.  It doesn’t rely on gore, it relies mostly on the unseen.  Is there really anything scarier than what our own imaginations come up with?