Do you remember this kid?
His name is Haley Joel Osment and he saw dead people.
Well, not for real, of course, but in the movie, The Sixth Sense, with Bruce Willis.
I see smiley faces. In weird places. FOR REAL.
It all started about two years ago. We were in Carlsbad, NM. I had mixed up some tuna with mayo the day before, but I added a little bit too much mayo so it was on the soupy side. When I took the lid off of the container the next day, I was surprised at what I found. An image appeared before my eyes! It was a smiley face!
I quickly called out to Jim, "Hon, come quick!"
He rambled into the kitchen, looking a little leery as he observed my hand covering up the bowl. I excitedly explained, "You know when people see the face of Jesus? You know, like on a potato chip or a piece of toast?"
"Yeah?" he answered hesitantly.
"Well, look what's in our tuna fish! A smiley face!" I said triumphantly as I stepped away from the bowl.
He wasn't too impressed. As a matter of fact, he said, "It looks a little evil," and with that he turned and walked out of the room! That man just doesn't have my vision! I guess I had smiley faces on the brain because the previous night I made Jim pull the truck over so I could take this picture.
This was taken in the parking lot of a restaurant named "Happy's", with the letters on tall poles. At night only the letters A P Y S were lit up on one side, and on the other side only the letter Y. I guess they weren't too Happy to replace the bulbs.
I have this large pot of cacti that we have been lugging around for a few years. It's great when we are in Arizona and the pot can stay outside the whole time. But when we are on the road, we have to move this baby in and out of the trailer all the time. It weighs between 20-25 pounds. Jim would LOVE if we accidentally left it at a campground. One day when hauling the pot back into the trailer, I noticed that two small flowers had bloomed on the barrel cactus, and that a piece of straw had blown and stuck to the cactus. This is the result.
I KNOW! Funny, right?
So, a couple of weeks ago, I was making dinner. We had gnocchi in vodka sauce. Gnocchi is a small potato dumpling. Imagine my surprise when I poured the sauce over the dumplings, and with the small pieces of spices, etc., this is what looked backed a me:
If I didn't know better, I'd think these were signs from above.
"DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY."
Either that or I need to lay off on some of the medications I'm taking!