Kate was going to throw away the disembodied Barbie head. Normally that is a decision I would fully support. But after watching Jackson use it to play tug-of-war with the dogs, I realized there was a whole realm of possible uses for the loathsome thing.
Suggestions, anyone?
Quote of the Day:
"It's not how you pick your nose, it's where you put that booger that counts."
- Tre Cool
Hey, y'all! I have been in the mood to write, but I've got no ideas. Zip. None. Any suggestions?
I just finished reading "Sanditon" by Jane Austen and Another Lady. Oh my lord. It was hilariously bad. No wonder the "Another Lady" didn't put her name on it. It's like she was writing a parody of Austen, rather than trying to finish her work.
Unfortunately, I'm a slow learner at times. As soon as I get my hands on it, I plan to read the posthumously completed Dorothly L. Sayers Wimsey/Vane novel. Here's hoping the second author on this one does a better job.
Speaking of posthumous, my current favorite music group is E.S. Posthumous. I can't get enough.
I skipped my Masochism Catechism class at the YMCA two weeks in a row. I only do that class once a week and the couple of days I do Pilates. Monday I dragged myself back to the M.C. class. I did ok. Until the next day. Holy Moly! I thought I was gonna die. Still not sure if I will live. Even my armpits are sore. My big toe is sore. Everything in between is in pain.
Don't you love the super-creepy Verizon "dead zone" commericals? "The towels are kinda scratchy!" Haaa!
I'm thinking I would enjoy hanging out with Nicolas Cage. I like his taste in movies. And he named his kid after Superman. What's not to like?
My live-in model deserted me this week. Dang kid. Decided to spend her spring break on some sort of mission-trip thing. Geeze. I had to resort to using the tripod on Saturday to take pictures in the snow.
See? See the snow? No, really, it's there. Look again! (Hi, Mom!)
Jackson has not been living right. That's the only reason I can think of for our last few months of homeowner hell. The heater is working again (just in time for spring). We have a new dishwasher and a new washing machine. I'm about to pay off the plumber and a couple of local small business ventures are being kept afloat by ongoing repairs at our place. And now I have to take Earl the Truck in to the truck doctor. Argh! I really hope Jackson turns over a new leaf soon.
At least we're doing our part to keep the economy afloat.
Kate flipped through the pages of her science book as I drove her to school Friday morning. She opened it to a chapter somewhere close to the middle and let out a sigh.
"We have to do this chapter next week."
I glanced over at a two page spread on the reproductive system. Sort of an educational centerfold. I made some sort of non-committal noise.
"That's why y'all had to sign that paper a couple of weeks ago."
"Ah. Well, lucky you. Looks like it should be fun." She grimaced. "I'm going to ask you lots of questions about what you learned when you get finished," I said, evilly.
"No, you're NOT!"
"Yes, I am!" I said, mostly because I'm really mature like that.
"You know what I really hate? When we have to go pick up trash around the school, there's all these used condoms everywhere."
"Ugh," I said, cause I'm full of really helpful commentary like that. I wracked my brain for some sort of intelligent response. "Well, if people are going to be so stupid as to have sex in junior high, at least they're using birth control."
"It's just gross," she said. I couldn't argue with that.
Then she told me about one of the girls in her class that's had a baby. And another girl who's bragged about having sex. That girl's aunt has told her she's putting her on birth control. "Can you believe that?" Katie asked. "We're in junior high and they're putting her on birth control!"
"I can't blame them. If she's going to be that irresponsible, at least maybe they can prevent her from getting pregnant. If she gets pregnant as a teenager, she'll end up ruining more lives than just her own."
"Yeah, I guess," Kate said.
"If your friend keeps having sex, that's all she's going to know. She'll never learn how to have a real relationship with anyone. She won't learn how to talk to and connect with guys she's really interested in. She won't know how to find someone that shares her interests. That's the best part of hooking up with another person. All she'll know how to do is screw. Hell, dogs can screw! People should be able to do better than that."
Kate looked at me sort of open-mouthed for a moment, then reclined her seat back as far as it would go. "I'm gonna take a nap."
"We're six blocks from school!"
"I don't care."
"You just don't want me asking you any questions about sex ed," I accused.
She grinned and kept her eyes shut tight.
Tombstone Theology:
"Those whom God loves die young."
Those who live to a ripe old age are not nearly so well liked by their creator. Evidently.
