Blast From the Past!

I was out shopping a few weeks ago and happened to come across a total blast from the past – a scrunchie. I immediately had flashbacks of lip smackers roll-on gloss, sparkle nail polish (which I still like when appropriate) and Bath & Body Works. Those were the days.

Anyhow, way back in the day, I had tons of scrunchies – all to be coordinated with my outfits (typically umbro shorts and a t-shirt). And if it wasn’t in my hair, it was around my wrist – so trendy. As the fad made its way through the “never wear this again” fashion faux pas list and at least one episode of Sex & the City in which Carrie actually throws a fit when she sees a woman sporting one – my love of the scrunchie faded.  

However, when I saw said scrunchie – leopard print no less – I picked it up off the shelf and we had a moment. It was soft and silky – perfect to sleep in without breaking off my hair. So I went the cash register and bought it. Well worth the $1.50 at For Love 21.

I love how so many fun things from my tween years are becoming popular – neon, slap bracelets, scrunchies, gelly shoes…for the first time in my lifetime, I can say, “I totally used to wear those in the 90’s!” 

Emotional Meltdown

I don’t know what my problem has been lately but I have to share a recent story from last Monday. My poor husband...

We were driving to work together and were stopped at this super busy intersection when I looked out the window and saw a mother duck with her dozen or so ducklings. My first reaction was to melt in utter cuteness but then I realized, “OH MY GOSH – WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!@#$@#” It’s a super busy area with a crazy amount of cars zooming by. I looked around and realized there was no refuge or nature area for this little duck family.

I started to get really hot and a little panicked. I even rolled down my window to get some air. I also started channeling the mother duck. I know she had to be frantic about finding a safe place for her little family. I kept thinking of those commercials of a woman talking about how she was scared for her children and in the end you realize it is the voice of a deer in the forest.  Dramatic huh?

The next thing I know – after a “Peach, are you ok?” from Joey, I am uncontrollably crying. I know Joey was completely shocked, confused, concerned.

I couldn’t stop – huge tears rolling down my face because of my concern for the duck family. Joey – being the good husband he is, got on his iPhone and started calling the DNR and humane society. He was such a trooper trying to help me help the ducks (I was driving by the way).

When we got to work, I ran inside to clean up my face. I had another cry fest with a concerned co-worker. And then I made about a hundred calls to different animal centers to alert them of the issue. I was so close to grabbing a box and heading back to see if I could corral the little guys.  

I left a bunch of messages and thankfully, the story ended up with an ok ending. The mother duck ended up getting spooked and she flew away and the babies fell into a sewer – I know that doesn’t sound promising but apparently ducks in a sewer is a common occurrence. A police officer and a few animal biology students went to retrieve the ducklings.

I am hoping that everything ended up happily and that the ducklings were retrieved. I definitely had a major case of human guilt.  I just felt so bad – philosophically speaking - about taking up too much room on this Earth. All of our crowded roads, multiplying housing additions and shopping malls – I kept thinking about the ducks.

Anyway – I had to share my story. I know I sound a little crazy. But, my husband was an all-star.

What can I say, I’m a quack. (Lame attempt at duck humor.)