Stuff

I'm feeling a bit under the weather, so I might be getting loopy and finding things more interesting and share-worthy than they really are. That having been said, here we go.

* Yesterday I went home and had a nutritious lunch of spinach salad and lightly grilled chicken out to lunch and had shrimp tacos at this great Mexican grill. They serve chips with jalapeno ranch dressing that is to die for. I bellied up to my food while reading a book, and I was halfway through scarfing down a basket of chips and dip when I looked down and saw a dragonfly had just crash landed in the dip. I was startled, and then proceeded to watch him struggling to get out. The humane thing to do would be to rescue him and send him on his way. Instead, I looked at him in disgust, becoming grossed out and pissed that he'd ruined my lunch, and left in a huff. The end.


** I just remembered that a while ago we saw a pigeon get hit by a truck in the Walmart parking lot, but it didn't die right away. I hurried the girls away from it because I didn't want them traumatized, but a lady had just pulled in to a spot near us and asked if it was dead. When I told her no, she proceeded to back out and told me she would go finish it off. We continued inside, and then ran into her on our way out. She reassured us that it was dead, and we notified the staff that they had a dead pigeon in the parking lot. Isn't that a lovely story? I can't think why I waited so long to tell you.

This then reminded me of when The Man was commuting to Santa Barbara from our home town, and he saw a squirrel or something get hit but not die, and he swerved to finish him off. I was horrified at the time, but I was young and stupid. Now I think he and that lady in the parking lot are courageous. Also that The Man is no longer my medical power of attorney.


*** There is something totally awesome about this story. "World's Tallest Man Unveils World's Biggest Cookie" And why did I find it infinitely more amusing to know he did it in an IKEA in Oslo?


**** I'm leaving tomorrow for two days to do a church conference thing in Houston, and I was outlining to The Man his Parental Responsibilities while I'm gone.

The Man: So when are you leaving?
Me: Tomorrow at 11am
The Man: So when do I get the kids?
Me: Saturday morning
The Man: ???
Me: They're having a sleepover so you can go to your Wrap Party for your game
The Man: Oh, that's RIGHT. So basically I'm going to go to work tomorrow, and I won't see my children until Saturday morning?
Me: Yep
The Man: I love you


**** I went to the school to eat lunch with the girls today, and while I waited for their class to come in, I was watching a table of 3rd graders. There was some jockeying for space, and they kept saying leave a space for Addie, leave a space for Addie! I was curious, and then a teacher came walking up with Addie, who is a Down Syndrome kid. The classmates were vying for her to be able to sit next to them, boys and girls alike. She sat down with them and they all started chatting away together, not realizing how profoundly awesome that was.

I am going to hold onto that lunch memory every time I start lamenting the fact that kids these days are so mean and uncaring and insensitive. They're not. When given the chance to be decent and caring and loyal, they can break your heart with the size of theirs.


***** Catch you all on the flip side, if I don't succumb to what is surely the R2D2 virus. May the force be with you. Always.