My Custom Superhero

This is the summer of the superhero. Even if there already was a movie about a superhero (e.g., Spider-man), it got re-made with new people (I hate it when they do that!). 99.9% of all superheros are male, and honestly, this is OK with me.  I’m an old-fashioned girl who grew up on fairy tales, hero’s on white horses, damsels in distress, and all that.

No wonder I’ve been clinically depressed most of my life.  But that’s another post for another day…

What woman would want Spider-man’s job anyway? Spraying cobwebs from the palm of your hands, and swinging on skyscrapers with them. Yuk!  A gal would also need to be a super-model to get away with wearing that one-piece elastic leotard. Definitely a superhero for the male persuasion.

Same goes for Hell-boy, and the Incredible Hulk. I work hard to make myself presentable in public, and I do not want to be seen like this – even by bad guys.

I’d like to see a  female super-hero that is not some Hollywood version of  a well endowed hottie in a tasteless tight outfit.  A no-nonsense woman that doesn’t need to change into a costume to fight evil. And, she won’t put up with anyone’s crap, either.

I could be this superhero because I’m the farthest thing from a well endowed hottie, and I don’t even own a costume. (I do take crap occasionally – but only a bit.)

I want my superpowers to include:

  1. Invisibility  This way I would learn what was going on behind my back. This power would have been really handy when I was parenting teens.
  2. Super Strength  I would need to have a powerful force to stop nefarious characters in their tracks. This would help with the vacuuming situation also.
  3. Telekinesis  So I can move something when my hands are busy.  Combined with #2, this could be a powerful weapon.
  4. Psychic Ability  Be able to sense hidden emotion, agendas, and people who are lying (Another handy thing that parents of teens could use)
  5. Glamoring  That handy little tool vampires use to get their way and convince humans something did not happen that did. Or visa-verse. (Might be occasionally useful on hubby)

I do not want:

  • To fly  A fear of heights and flying do not mix.
  • Create fire  Hot flashes are bad enough, thank you.
  • To time travel  I could never understand that “time continuum” thing.
  • To carry a heavy object   No hammers or shields please. My purse is heavy enough.

Until I’m struck by lightning or hit by a rock from space, I will have to wait for my superhero status.

I will try to think up a good name while I’m waiting  😉

Bears Don’t Meditate In The Woods…

Firearms

I came across this poster today and it made me giggle. Not because it’s all that funny, but it was a reminder of my own encounter with a bear, armed only with my iPhone. The iPhone would have been more useful than a camera because I could dial 9-1-1. If I was at the top of the tree I could maybe get a bar or two. I am such an optimist! Or is it denial? I get those mixed up all the time.

The odds of any help getting there in time to rescue me are astronomical. Winning Lotto probably has better odds. Bears climb trees faster than grandmothers with acrophobia and a bad back.

Thankfully, my bear left the scene and I didn’t have to climb any trees that day. The next day, while enjoying my morning coffee, I see the bear again!  He is sitting by the same tree  No Way! I said out-loud to myself.   All Right – now this is just too much for even me to believe. Especially when he was back again the third day…

There must be some shadow/light combination that makes those trees look like a bear during breakfast. Sure enough, when I looked out the window an hour after breakfast, he wasn’t to be seen. I felt embarrassed, yet relieved, to discover my meditating bear was not real.  Now, if I really do see a bear, who will take me serious enough to check it out?  Not hubby or hubby’s friend.

Hubby has a gun safe in his shop. There are modern rifles, WWII era rifles, and various pistols locked in it. If I’m going to hike the trail into the forest by myself (cause hubby is too busy to go) I want to be armed with more than just my iPhone. More than imaginary Bear Repellent, even.

Well, dear readers, don’t y’all worry. Skittish grandmothers won’t be hiking through the Stanislaus National Forest with firearms. Dammit!

Hubby refuses to give me the combination.

10 Things I’ve Learned Since Moving To The Mountains

  1. Food takes longer to cook at high elevations.
  2. Propane stoves cook hotter than gas stoves.
  3. And no, this does not even things out.
  4. You can’t cook pinto beans in a crock pot here – they will not soften, no matter how many days you keep them in there.
  5. Contrary to popular belief  (OK –mine), bears do not meditate in the woods.
  6. Just because you live surrounded by trees and forest land doesn’t mean you’ve seen the last of 100+ degree temperatures OR humidity.
  7. There are no street lights on mountain roads.
  8. There are trillions of night insects – and they are freakishly noisy.
  9. The Sierra Mountain dirt has ore in it, and it’s penetrating rust color does not wash out all the way.
  10. If you want the shelves stocked and your senior discount at the one and only market in town, you have to shop on Wednesdays.