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Wednesdays are days with Jack

May 3, 2010
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and are almost always hilarious.  First of all, he’s four years old.  That’s the best age in any human being’s life.  His language skills are amazing, his imagination is unbelievable, and he makes me laugh.  In the car last week on the way back to my house after picking him up at preschool, he asked me if he could play Jack in the Box when we got there.  I thought to myself, what does he mean by that, the Jack in the Box I gave him one year is at his house?  Ah, he reminded before I even asked him that it was the one on the deck and I immediately knew he meant the Rubbermaid deck box that we store our patio chair cushions in.  But before I could respond, he started laughing about how the name of the game and his name were the same.  And then he thought of jumping jacks and I thought of the song Hit the Road Jack, and before you knew it Jack and I were laughing and talking all the way home.

We never did play Jack in the Box.  His mother doesn’t like that game anyway.  Reminds her of a coffin.  She turns away when the boys start playing in it.  I stand by as guard so no one gets hurt.  The boys sure think it is funny though. 

Everyone was over last night.  Jack said something really funny and we all laughed.  He got mad and said “I’m really mad at you.”  We laughed again and he said “Now I’m really really mad at you.”  And he makes these adorable facial features that really express what he is feeling or thinking.

He’s a little thinker.  His dad calls him his scientist. 

We belatedly celebrated my son’s birthday yesterday.  We had a great cake that also congratulated the runners – Tracy, Mike, Midgee, Denny, and the boys ran in the MSU run earlier in the day.  Rob ran with the boys in the one-mile race but he didn’t come home with a medal, so he’s not counted.  The cake was decorated with a pair of runner’s shoes.  We only lit one candle and after singing happy birthday to Mike the boys were trying to blow out the candle.  Their uncle Mike spoke a little too harshly to Jack about not blowing out his candle, and Jack ran off in tears.  I went to find him; he was crouching between the side of the couch and the end table.  I coaxed him out and told him we could put a candle on his piece of cake so he could make a wish too.  He wouldn’t tell us his wish until after he blew out the candle.  Then he said that he wished he could be Spiderman without getting bitten by a spider.

The mummy comment was the funniest.  That was during a sleepover when the boys and Denny were preparing for our movie night.  I was making the popcorn.  I heard them going over some movies on cable and Marty, who at 7 is becoming a great reader, exclaims “Mummy 3, how ’bout that one.”  I yelled from the kitchen “I don’t think so!” and was then told that their mom would let them watch it.  I called Tracy and of course knew the answer.  I just needed the ammunition before going into the livingroom.  I said “do you even know what a mummy is?”, and Jack said “yeah, it’s when you get all wrapped up.”  I had to leave the room.

So we agreed on the Incredible Hulk, which we watched once with them before.  Within an hour Jack, the early bird, fell asleep on my lap.  So sweet.  So hilarious. 

I look forward to Wednesdays.


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The worst thing

May 2, 2010
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about not having a good set of eyes at the moment is it makes it difficult to read.  I can manage typing and looking at the computer screen (although that is surely adding to my dry eyes) but with the left eye feeling again as though there’s a small pebble lodged in the upper inside corner, it feels like only my right eye is doing its job.

Notwithstanding my poor vision as I write this, I have an eye – literally – on a print-out of something interesting I found on the Internet last December.  It’s from SOMA, The Society of Mutual Autopsy.  I don’t remember what I was googling when I found their website, but the article is about boredom and its impact on society and individuals both historically and today.  The article, while not in-depth, mentions that some researchers and writers blame boredom on the brain, over-stimulation in modernity, feelings of emptiness and the inevitability of death, or not realizing our need for God, the ultimate source for all meaning.  The Buddhists would say be more mindful to assuage boredom.  

Here’s a link that, if you read it through, will help you figure out a lot of things to do that will prevent you from being bored (like blogging, protesting, conversing, thinking):

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Blogs are personal and global

May 2, 2010
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Let’s face it damn it, they are.  You vent knowing someone out there is eventually going to read it.  Ok, it could be by accident, serendipity, your lame kid suddenly getting curious about it, or you die and dh finds your blog ten years after and sees you’ve written about what a fucking jerk he can be sometimes.  For example . . .

I am admittedly fortunate to be up here faithfully in my beautiful office each day, but I don’t want my dh poking his head in the door and ruining my day with something negative.  I’d love to spread some magic dust – no – I’d like to wave a magical wand at him to change him before he pokes his head in my doorway.  I’d like to change him from negative, dramatic, and irritating to realizing that minute by minute we are living our lives and it’s not the next hour or the next day or the next weekend or month that matters.

Be with the moment.  Be mindful.  I wrote of the past but longed for just being in the moment with you.  You were not there.

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These days, I am mostly happy. Not wildly happy. Happy as in feeling very content with my life. Happy with my darling husband and wonderful family. Happy I have a pooch to keep me company. Happy that I pretty much get to choose and do whatever I want. That kind of happy.