Geico's gecko is a friendly little creature, in fact, I think he's rather cute. Special shout-out to Kevin - he works for Geico cause he's cool like that and brought me a stuffed gecko one time. I love the Geico Gecko, he doesn't bother me. On the other hand, his real-life counterparts do - big time! I had my second gecko incident yesterday :( I guess before I tell about the second one I have to start with the first... so here goes, first things first.
(1) Gecko incident #1 (a.k.a I almost kill myself on the stairs while Joe watches aimlessly doing nothing). That pretty much sums it up but I'll give you the details anyway. We were on our way up to bed, I was following Joe up the stairs when out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I turned to focus on what it was and it was a gecko, and I
freaked out, big time. In hindsight, if I just would have calmly walked up the stairs, I probably would have been ok. Instead I screamed and tried desperately to get up the stairs away from it. The more I tried to get away from it, the more difficult it was. As I flailed about, I watched as Joe stood at the top of the stairs doing nothing. In his defense, I was pretty scared and he probably was afraid he'd get hurt if he'd intervened. He told me later that I wasn't hurt or bleeding so he just waited until I got control of myself before he went and evicted the little guy. In the end, I ended up with not only a bruised and sore wrist/arm but also a bruised pride. Oh well, we all lived to see another day - even the gecko.
(2) Gecko incident #2 (a.k.a much better than the first episode but still freaky) I'm on the phone with a potential employer doing a phone interview. I step outside to get some fresh air and a gecko runs across my hand (which is on the door frame) and into our house. Those little guys are fast little bandits, I tell you. Since I am on the phone, I manage to stifle my scream and shut the door. I finish the call and go inside where the little dude is hanging out on my wall. I.do.not.like.this.not.one.bit. I am really not into rodents in my home - and a rodent is anything I don't like - bugs, mice, spiders, etc (and geckos fall into to the etc part of that rodent definition). I quickly consider my options
(1) Call Joe at work (bad idea)
(2) Go get a neighbor to help (bad idea - she does have two little kids plus in the time it would take me to get over there, the little bugger could be anywhere in my house...)
(3) Call the leasing office (bad idea - I don't think they deal with issues like this)
(4) Take matters into my own hands
So guess, which option I pick?!? You're right. I gather up my materials - a colander, a broom, a dustpan. I first try putting the colander over the gecko in hopes that he'll crawl inside and then I can set him free. Instead that guy moves so fast, I lop off his tail! Whoops! That's what you get for breaking-and-entering little dude. I freak out slightly. Then get the broom. Manage to shew him outside and the ordeal is over - hallelujah!
Seriously though, the whole thing gives me heart palpitations. I don't like these things ones bit, they surprise me and not in a good way. I think part of the problem is though they look like this:
I see this:
THIS IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION
(a little dramatic maybe but seriously this is what runs through my head) I wish I was kidding about the heart palpitations. It took me several minutes for my heart to stop rapidly beating after each of the incidences... even googling the images made my heart rate quicken a bit. And you think I'm kidding..... Oh I wish I was.
In other news, I have a new friend!!! I know, that is big news indeed! The neighbor across the street and I have hung out a few times now. I love getting to know her and her adorable kids (3 year old girl and 3 week old boy). Yesterday we went and saw "Dear John" - I loved the book and wasn't sure how I'd feel about the movie. And now, I'm still not sure. You see, we went and purchased tickets to see the movie at 12:45 - we go in, get the kids and ourselves settled into the theater and of course the movie has already started. We watch and then the movie ends, I was thinking geez that two hour movie went by really fast and I was def confused on some of the details. Tina and I looked at our tickets and realized that instead of giving us tickets for the 12:50 showing, the lady had given us tickets and directions for the 11:45 showing. So without realizing it, we were already an hour into the movie when we started. I went and talked to the ticket people and they told us we could go to the one that was currently showing (and we'd watch from probably the same place - an hour in) or they could refund our money (we took the refund). It was definitely an unusual day but we still had fun. Maybe next week, we'll get to see the whole movie.
And finally, the moment you've all been waiting for....Happy Friday Folks! Weekend's here - enjoy it!
