wow

Amazing. You've got to love a story like this. Still, I can't help but think that it would be scary to have a lion come running and jumping at you, even if you knew him.

Seriously?

I'm now mentoring my third teen, and every now and then my mentor liaison emails suggestions for activities. Usually they are good ones, but today's was for the following event:

Between the Church and the Cemetery: 19th Century Mourning Customs and Clothing--a special display of mourning clothes and customs in recognition of Memphis' most devastating event, the 1878 Yellow Fever epidemic.

I certainly have no interest in seeing that and can't imagine any teenage boy being excited about it either. There's nothing fun about death, and even if it's not all about fun, there's certainly more relevant things to learn about. I think we'll skip this one.

JibJab

Fun, fun, fun. Add the heads of unsuspecting friends and family to crazy dancing bodies, then sit back and laugh. Click here to check it out.

Perfect song

Talking in code

Lots of times there's something on my mind that I really don't feel like talking about or can't quite figure out how to phrase, but there's still the urge to let somebody know that there's something going on. That somebody is usually DeWayne because he's really good at not asking questions. He will only ever ask why I'm bringing it up if I don't feel like talking, then tell me how silly I am and let me babble generalities. One of the things I love most about him. Other people would try to push me to say more or attempt to give advice. I don't want advice. I want to figure things out for myself and then talk about everything in the past tense. It's easier that way.

Some days just weren't meant to be good

Neither child napped today. That in and of itself is usually enough to constitute a bad day. But there was also the fit about what shirt to wear, the playing in the toilet (after using and before flushing...my personal favorite), and lots of general bratty behavior. On top of that, I couldn't find my racerback bra, forgot to do something that I really needed to, and sat in something sticky. Escaping to the park usually works on days such as this, but today I was greeted by the man who is getting a divorce because his wife decided she likes women. He was much too happy to see me and remembered all of our names. The words "Help me" scrolled pitifully across my brain. I was supposed to go dancing tonight which would have made all of this seem trivial, but my friend cancelled this morning. grrr. I realize that things could be a lot worse than this, but right now I'm just happy the day is almost over.