Funny little things
Just some random thoughts for the day.
I'm about 30 pages from completing my re-read of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in anticipation of book 7 this coming July. I still cried when Dumbledore died. I sat in Chuck E. Cheese today crying when Fleur demonstrated her true love for Bill Weasley after he was attacked by the werewolf, too. I knew both things were coming, but they still made me cry. I think that is an indication of what an incredible writer that J.K. Rowling really is. Her words do that to me. What a storyteller.
And, this passage particularly jumped out at me today as Albus Dumbledore was tell Harry not to be afraid of some dead bodies that were floating in some water.
"There is nothing to be feared from a body, Harry, any more than there is anything to be feared from the darkness ... it is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more."
Terribly true.
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While at Chuck E. Cheese, I saw a lost girl. She was probably 3, maybe 4. I told two different employees and when they did nothing, I finally went to the girl to help her find her mother.
Me: Can't find your mommy? (Bill Engvall would have handed me a sign because this was obvious from her wandering and calling "mommy? mommy?")
Little girl: No.
Me: Well, maybe I can help you find her. Where was she sitting?
Little girl: *guiding me to empty table*
Me: Ok, well tell me what she looks like.
Little girl: Her's fat. Her's got curly hair.
Me: *stifling giggle* Ok, what's her name?
Little girl: Her name's Megan.
Me: *getting ready to start yelling Megan's name when Megan the curly-headed fat mom finds her baby.
Little girl gave a good description of her mom. It made me wonder how my kids would describe me to someone else. Now, I'm curious. This child's first word to describe her mom was fat. I certainly hope it isn't how my kids think of me. Food for thought. *notice the irony in that cliche*
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I was dubbed the "redneck consultant" today as I assisted a friend of ours who is a referree assignor for an academy soccer league. He was told the Nascar race was April 1 and was concerned about assigning soccer refs as this particular field is located near Texas Motor Speedway. I told him that April 1 is not the race weekend and that next time, he should consult a redneck before he started spreading early April Fools' jokes like that. So, voila, I'm now the redneck consultant.
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Along those lines, here is a toast a former sorority girl taught me about 10 years ago. It is only for you girls. Well, ok, and gay guys, too, I suppose.
*raising your glass in the air*
We drink to the boys who are big.
We drink to the boys who are small.
We drink to the boys who say they're big, but really aren't at all.
But, the ones we raise our glasses to in the middle of the night,
Are the ones that go from small to big and slide it in just right.
*bottoms up*
I'm about 30 pages from completing my re-read of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in anticipation of book 7 this coming July. I still cried when Dumbledore died. I sat in Chuck E. Cheese today crying when Fleur demonstrated her true love for Bill Weasley after he was attacked by the werewolf, too. I knew both things were coming, but they still made me cry. I think that is an indication of what an incredible writer that J.K. Rowling really is. Her words do that to me. What a storyteller.
And, this passage particularly jumped out at me today as Albus Dumbledore was tell Harry not to be afraid of some dead bodies that were floating in some water.
"There is nothing to be feared from a body, Harry, any more than there is anything to be feared from the darkness ... it is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more."
Terribly true.
---
While at Chuck E. Cheese, I saw a lost girl. She was probably 3, maybe 4. I told two different employees and when they did nothing, I finally went to the girl to help her find her mother.
Me: Can't find your mommy? (Bill Engvall would have handed me a sign because this was obvious from her wandering and calling "mommy? mommy?")
Little girl: No.
Me: Well, maybe I can help you find her. Where was she sitting?
Little girl: *guiding me to empty table*
Me: Ok, well tell me what she looks like.
Little girl: Her's fat. Her's got curly hair.
Me: *stifling giggle* Ok, what's her name?
Little girl: Her name's Megan.
Me: *getting ready to start yelling Megan's name when Megan the curly-headed fat mom finds her baby.
Little girl gave a good description of her mom. It made me wonder how my kids would describe me to someone else. Now, I'm curious. This child's first word to describe her mom was fat. I certainly hope it isn't how my kids think of me. Food for thought. *notice the irony in that cliche*
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I was dubbed the "redneck consultant" today as I assisted a friend of ours who is a referree assignor for an academy soccer league. He was told the Nascar race was April 1 and was concerned about assigning soccer refs as this particular field is located near Texas Motor Speedway. I told him that April 1 is not the race weekend and that next time, he should consult a redneck before he started spreading early April Fools' jokes like that. So, voila, I'm now the redneck consultant.
---
Along those lines, here is a toast a former sorority girl taught me about 10 years ago. It is only for you girls. Well, ok, and gay guys, too, I suppose.
*raising your glass in the air*
We drink to the boys who are big.
We drink to the boys who are small.
We drink to the boys who say they're big, but really aren't at all.
But, the ones we raise our glasses to in the middle of the night,
Are the ones that go from small to big and slide it in just right.
*bottoms up*
3 Comments:
At 4:21 PM, March 20, 2007,
Anonymous said…
To a kid, "fat" is just a description, not a perjorative. I am often called fat by small children (I am fat) and I know it's their way of describing me. It doesn't bother me in the least. It is not said with malice or derision, it's just a descriptor.h
At 7:03 PM, March 20, 2007,
Anonymous said…
Kids call me old. I'm 31, which is like the equivalent of being an ancient pharoah in kid years. And well AofM, you're like that first amoeba crawling out of the soup.
:P
But my favorite is how kids notice skin tone and have no qualms about pointing it out. I remember one little kid who kept trying to rub off my black skin. She devided she wanted to be black too. And then she cried because I explained to her that she couldn't be black just cause she wanted too.
Course there's always tanning.
At 8:06 PM, March 20, 2007,
Anonymous said…
better than toasting those who go from big to small and dont slide it in at all...
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