Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Whenever I go barefoot in the house, my feet seem to be magically attracted to anything on the floor that shouldn’t be there, like needles, thorns, teeny pieces of glass, staples… If something little is lost, I know all I need to do is take off my shoes, and I’ll find it in no time. Who needs a metal detector when I have foot-radar?
I still know all the names of the Teletubbies, even though my youngest is 11.
My oldest daughter was about 7 1/2 pounds at birth. Two weeks later, she weighed 12 pounds. She was 28 pounds at age one. I begged her to learn to walk.
My childhood dentist was a demon in scrubs. He used to give 12,000 shots into your mouth, crank your jaw open with a jack (I have TMJ because of him!), and drill out your entire tooth even if the cavity was teensy tiny. He just put silver fillings in, all the way down to the root. Then your mouth would HURT whenever you ate something cold. Sadist.
Nature loathes straight lines.
On Friday night, Ron and I had a (miraculous) night free of children. So, of course, we went out to eat! We headed over to a place where my bloggy friend Amber works at. She happened to be waitressing that night, and it was fun to finally meet face to face!
Q: If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?
So I’m at the Post Office this morning, and hear birds. Not just a couple, but a whole bunch of them. I can’t figure where the cheeping is coming from. Then a postal worker walks out from behind a door, and the cheeping intensifies. They’re actually in the building! I ask the worker, and he says they’re a bunch of chicks, waiting to be delivered to the local farming supply store. Totally weird to hear cheeping in the Post Office.
There is much truth to the flippant, "That which does not kill us only makes us stronger". Struggles and trials in our life help us to appreciate the good times all the more. And the older I get, the more I cherish the quiet moments that surface amidst the storms of life.