Don't Let Me Get Me

It’s Pink. Get it?



OK, so it’s the first thing that came into my head when I was looking at this photo and thinking of a title and oh, I wish I were coherent tonight, but this day I have felt a little, as my mom used to say, as if I had been drug through a knothole backwards. Mostly ’cause it’s Monday and there is no foreseeable (sp? looks wrong ta me!) break in the action, ’cept for the holiday weekend, weekend after this ... and I keep feeling that urge to take off driving, destination unknown, though there are definitely people I would like to see, and I know myself well enough to know that aimless wandering, or driving, while fun, gets tiresome rather quickly and definitely does NOT promote NOT thinking, which is what I would really like to do ... or, rather, NOT do ...

(I think I just double-negatived myself into complete confusion!)

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I spent a few hours with a 16-month-old boy tonight and realized that if I were a parent, I would probably have the WORST-behaving kids on the planet because I would undoubtedly teach them all these terribly bad habits.

Not that this is a bad habit, but within a span of about 20 seconds I had taught this toddler to put his hands up to his mouth and yell across the yard to me. Of course, he didn’t hold his hands exactly the same way I did (sort of cupped around my mouth; his hands were actually covering his mouth, but he was trying to do it just like I did), and he basically just jabbered. Still, it made me and his grandma smile every time he did it.

Plus I know of at least 2 boys who credit me with teaching them to burp. Not by giving them lessons or anything, but simply by burping unabashedly (as Alanis might say).

(Man, I wonder if I will ever do anything that is truly worth emulating?)

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