This apparently is the Alaskan slogan. I have met more people who are from somewhere other than here. It seems like you are in the majority if you didn't grow up in this giant state with tiny towns. In the vets office yesterday the three women including myself were all from the Midwest.
In fact I was at the library with the girls on Monday, sitting quietly in a window seat minding our own business when out of the corner of my eye this little girl comes creeping around the corner. She's doing the classic, look busy but slowly move toward the prize dance. I don't really mind, I do have a kick butt British accent and high pitched but not annoyingly squeaky bird voice. Well she ends up sitting with us and I'm just wondering where her parents are involved in this operation. Well now she's walking into the bathroom with Bean and I'm starting to get concerned. This guy lumbers over and asks me with a southern drawl "Can you watch my daughter, she tends to get pushy and her brother is on the computer right now." I think my mouth hit the floor. Woah buster brown, you want ME to watch your imp because you can't tell her to go read a book? Seriously. Is this what parenting has come to? We are in a freaking library. It's not rocket science on how to entertain your child there. What on earth do you want me to say to that. Honestly. I think I mumbled something about us doing homework and he walked away and left his kid with us. Bean proceeds to ask this kid where her mother is and I was not prepared for the answer. "We moved away from her, she's in North Carolina." Bean looks at me and I don't know what to say to her. I love these faux parenting moments.
I heard today on the radio about a sport called Tower Climbing. Now I am aware of and know people who have climbed, I think the John Hancock back home for charity. Apparently hiking it up stairs is now a full on profession and the number two ranked chick was complaining cause she couldn't get any sponsors. I'm sorry but I just think there are such better things that we can do than make a sport out of going up the stairs. My hips were throbbing just thinking about huffing it up 48 flights of stairs in the mountains. I'm sweating after going up two and limping like a sorely drunken pirate.
Christmas has been stressing me out lately. I heard a quote last year at my Dad's church that is something along the lines of 'if the United States spent half the money it does on Christmas presents we could solve the world's water crisis.' It's been wedged in my brain ever since and I think about it everyday. Not even just around the holidays. I'm kinda protesting this whole materialistic Christmas thing. I sent home over 30 postcards to friends and family and feel this should suffice. If I had a kitchen I would bake cookies and send those along but I can't. The pickle comes with this new family and that I probably should buy the girls a few little things but then I'm stuck as to what to do with the parents.
Blarg darn holidays.
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