Go to McDonald’s today, order a drink, and get a free Southern Chicken Biscuit or Sandwich. I like free things.
EDIT: (9:30 a.m.) Back from McD’s. The chicken biscuit was…okay. I have a phobia of gristly chicken you can’t chew. My last bite went in the bag. Trying the sandwich for lunch I think. More Coke. 🙂
I came back from my jog, heated some water for tea, looked out the window into the back yard, and WHAT?!? A big ol’ brown koala in our neighbor’s tree. I know this isn’t Oz (as in Australia, not Dorothy), and I know that koalas don’t come in brown, but what other explanation is there? Seriously. (Well, I could have sworn I saw a kangaroo jump into a cornfield one night driving home from somewhere when I was a teenager. I suppose it could have been a deer.)
Anyway. Did you know that groundhogs can climb TREES?! Anyone? Did anyone know?
And they say that this isn’t the end of the world as we know it. Ha! Cyclones, earthquakes, tornadoes, economic chaos, groundhogs in trees. You know, this could mean there’s an earthquake coming. That would be a good reason for a groundhog to defy all odds and climb a tree, eh?
While we’re searching for answers to life’s difficult questions, here are some more for you:
If 4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhea, does that mean that 1 out of 5 enjoys it?
If it’s true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?
What hair color do they put on the driver’s licenses of bald men?
Did you ever notice that when you put the words “the” and “IRS” together, you get “THEIRS?”
American mothers feed their babies with tiny spoons and forks. Do Chinese mothers use toothpicks?
Meeting a friend and her two younger girlies at the Metro Gardens at 10:00. The girls have early dismissal today. Chicken tacos for supper. A few projects to tackle.
So I’m running past a house for sale this morning and notice the realtor’s name on the sign. Waltraud. W-A-L-T-R-A-U-D. This is his first name. (I forget the last name now. It was really normal.) Wow. I wonder what goes through a mama’s mind before she names a baby that. If you have a Waltraud in your family, I apologize for my insensitivity, but wow. Waltraud. I will give $100 to any pregnant xanga gal who names her child Waltraud. $200 if you have a girl.
There’s more going on in my mind and heart than groundhogs and odd names, but those kinds of thoughts are much easier to articulate at 8:00 in the morning. Or anytime really.
Another friend of a friend to pray for. I was chatting with Nixie last night, and she has a friend who had a miscarriage three years ago and has been trying the past two years to get pregnant. She has some physical complications (polycystic ovaries). Her name is also Nicki (Nikki?). I’ll do an updated list next week. Remind me!
Gabe and Nina and I went to watch Ava perform yesterday at the “Poetry Cafe.” The music room at school was set up with risers, pillows on the floor, lights out, icicle lights against black paper, microphone up front. Each kindergartener read a poem he/she had written. Ava took it soooo seriously. I took her to the thrift store yesterday morning to buy her black pants, because her teacher told them to wear all black. She was one of three who did. 🙂 We snapped instead of clapped, and there was Kenny G music playing between readings. Fun stuff.
Gotta go pack Livi’s lunch! Looks like it’s going to be a gorgeous day! Happy Thursday!