Tuesday, November 18, 2008

A blog is a terrible thing to waste

Wow! It's been a really long time since I blogged about anything. Who would have thought I could go this long without a really thought-provoking piece to inspire the world?!!

Alas, when it comes to deep thoughts, I'm still blogstipated, so I thought I'd just share some random discoveries and ponderings from the past few weeks.

  • Why do they say, "easy as pie?" I made it from scratch (mostly) last night. It's not easy.

  • Which reminds me: moms and dads truly are the best kind of people in the world. At 9:15 p.m., when you realize you don't have tapioca to finish your pie and the only store in your small town is closed, only mom and dad would insist on driving the 15 miles to bring it to you.

  • While sitting on the lid of my toilet waiting for Emma to "finish" going potty (which means absolutely nothing except that she's bored), I noticed that her white bath toys now have a slightly rusty tone to them from the minerals in my water. So does the shower curtain. Do you suppose I'd be even more pale if I didn't bathe in Momence water every day?

  • Not everyone enjoys a good haiku. The marketing team expressed our Thanksgiving praises at a company luncheon in the form of Japanese poetry. We read with great emotion, reader's chorus style, while wearing homemade pilgrim hats and standing under a spotlight in the dark. Somehow the audience still missed the brilliance of fitting phrases like "Fat Pants," "Woody Woodpecker" and "Run, turkey, run" into 17 syllable poems. You could have heard crickets. Maybe they were more of an iambic pentameter kind of crowd.

  • 8-hour drives can turn into 11-hour drives if you're traveling with the right company. But a whirlwind weekend trip to Nebraska is worth the drive for quality time with your co-pilot and to kiss a newborn nephew.

  • There's nothing in the world like picking up your child after a long day and she's jumping up and down because she's so excited to see you.

  • Doctors are paid to diagnose your problem, not build your self-esteem. They will not lie and say "well, you look like you've lost weight." Nor will they find it embarrassing in the slightest to ask if you're having any issues with flatulence.

  • And finally, your husband will never, ever admit to not replacing the toilet paper on the roll. Just accept it, replace it, and move on.