Wednesday, May 30, 2012


I don't know what reminded me of this over the weekend, but I had a memory of a vacation my family took when I was about nine. We went with my aunt, uncle, and cousins to where I am not certain, but I think it was Jellystone Park. We caravaned to the place, stayed at a little motel, and it. was. AWESOME. Not only was it just fun to be hanging out at a motel with my cousins, it also rocked because I remember at the little coffee station in our room there was a box of sugar cubes, which we had never seen before, and we must have eaten almost the entire box during our stay there. I shudder to think of my own kids getting into  a box of sugar cubes. God help us all...

I distinctly remember swimming in the motel pool, at which there was a curvy slide that we went down overandover again. I also distinctly remember that there was a wasp nest on the ladder of the slide, but it did NOT deter us.

Somewhere along the way in life, I became a complete wuss where wasps are concerned, because when I was getting into my car in the garage yesterday, there was a wasp bumbling about the ceiling just above my car, and I screamed like a little girl, ran inside and got The Hubs, who took care of it after I backed the car out.

I CLEARLY did not get the Wasp Killing Gene from my mother, who - no joke - kills them mid-flight by cutting them in half. WITH SCISSORS. I am not even lying. My aunts do the same thing. If we're with my family and an unlucky wasp flies into view, mom or any of her sisters will stop what they're doing and say, "Get the scissors." And we do. They are the Mr. Miyagi of wasp killers. The yodas of pest control. They are all "Do or do not. There is no try."

The only time I remember killing a wasp myself was as a kid, at my Grandma's house, and a bunch of us were playing in the bedroom upstairs, where there were ALWAYS at least three or four wasps buzzing around the windows. One landed on a dresser, and we found a jar of Noxema Deep Cleansing Cream, took off the lid, and turned it upside down on the poor sucker. Death by eucalyptus, bitchez.

The ironic thing is I have never been stung by a wasp - KNOCK WOOD - but I think I'll keep my jar of Noxema and an extra pair of scissors handy...just in case.

Sweater, Earrings: F21
Tank: Old Navy
Skirt: Versus, consignment
Shoes: Target
Belt: Thrifted
Necklace: Urban Outfitters



Jamie said...

Your story about your aunts killing the wasps made me laugh out loud. I would love to see someone cut a wasp in half! Haha. I've never liked anything that could sting me, although apparently as a child I was stung by a wasp and didn't even realize it until an adult saw the bump (on the back of my neck of all places). I myself do what you do - scream for the husband to come kill it!!

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Noe @ ADELLA AVENUE said...

Whoa. That is one crazy talent. Impressed.

Amy Shaughnessy said...

OH my goodness. Wow. I am super impressed. I am a huge wimp when it comes to wasps. There was one flying around in my house one day and I made my husband come home from work to kill it. Yeah, I am that much of a wimp!


MerciBlahBlah said...

I'm glad I'm not the ONLY one who is a wimp when it comes to wasps (and I mean that in the best way possible, Amy).


this free bird said...

I love this entire outfit, but skirt is especially fabulous. Hawt stuff right there, ladybug.

this free bird said...

Okay wait a second here. Mid-flight with scissors?? I need to see a video. PLEASE

Reva said...

This outfit is so awesome-my kind of style!

Fancy said...

HOLD ON A MINUTE! Did I read you have triplets? I hope you have to work hard to look that good...kidding. But really, what's your secret?! You have a knack for putting clothing and accessories together. :)

MerciBlahBlah said...

Reva - thank you so much!

Fancy - awww, your comment just made my night. Thank you!! I will admit that it is a combination of the gym, chasing after my kids, and a tummy tuck (last year). If you're so inclined, I did a few posts on my tuck, and you can see some before and after photos...eeee gads...