The Peanut is picking up some of the mannerisms of the Porkchop, something I find hilarious – and adorable. I can see them in 10 years, sitting the same way, telling jokes the same way and most definitely, still walking the same way.
My mom messaged me at 11PM to say she couldn’t find my dad – he wasn’t answering his phone or email, etc. Next thing I know my mom, sister and I are on a Skype video call, debating how to track him down. He’s up at their new town by himself while my mom finishes packing them up for the move… and she hadn’t heard from him in seven hours.
One thing about my dad is that he ALWAYS answers his phone. If he’s sleeping, working, etc., he always picks up. I’ve requested sleepover permission when he was operating and woken him from a dead sleep at 3AM because I was sick – it’s a constant, the phone gets answered.
I called his new job… he wasn’t there, and he wasn’t on call. So my mom called his landlord (he’s renting until they finish the move), and he headed over to check. Then I called his job back to see what his extension was (perhaps he was in his office working) and she informed me that my uncle had called and they were paging him and going to send the cops for a welfare check.
The key word here is “paging.” None of us knew they’d issued him a pager.
Thirty minutes after I was brought in to this debacle, my dad texted my sister and called my mom. He’d gotten the page.. his phone had died (it’s new and he’s still figuring it out) and he’d been working on his work computer, so he hadn’t seen his emails. Sigh.
Much hilarity ensued, particularly when we told him his brother had called the cops. And I uh, accidentally mentioned his gun on a voicemail I left at his office… oopsie.
The Porkchop was warning off my sister’s boyfriend… stay away from these women. They will NEVER leave you alone!
😀
Yesterday was my 1,000th post, something I didn’t realize until I logged in today. Pretty crazy.
One of the Peanut’s favorite things to do is climb on the couch, and then run back and forth. His absolute favorite thing is when I tell him, very sternly, to SIT. He giggles maniacally and continues his sprinting. I sit him down, he laughs, gets back up, and we repeat the whole thing. Fifteen or twenty times, lol.
The evil house has struck again. Our dog stumbled playing frisbee and ruptured her cranial cruciate ligament in her knee. We have to call an orthopedic surgeon on Monday — she’s currently high on pain meds — and then we’ll end up shelling out around $3K for surgery. Ugh.
The bummer is that we were having a fantastic day. The Peanut decided to feed himself yogurt from a spoon and ate Rice Chex and Cheerios (only a few, and eaten individually – but PROGRESS!).
If a baseball and bat cost $110, and the bat costs $100 more than the ball, how much does the ball cost?
I read this on Boing Boing tonight and immediately said $10. I asked the Porkchop and he thought for a few seconds and said $5. Ten minutes later he had convinced me he was right, but only. just. barely.
Why? Because, according to new research reported in tomorrow’s issue of the journal Science, the $10 answer indicates that you are an intuitive thinker, and the $5 answer indicates that you solve problems analytically, rather than following your gut instinct.
Sadly we passed on our cold to the Porkchop, so our grand plan to see the Avett Brothers was thwarted. He’s been in bed since the Peanut went down for the night, while I’ve wiled away the evening watching On Demand and working.
I’m currently watching Water for Elephants, a really fantastic book that was turned into an OK movie. Casting Edward from Twilight was their first mistake, sigh.
The Avetts are amazing live.
The beauty of an apology is that everyone wins because it reveals not only who we are, but who we hope we are. – A teacher, a student and a 39-year-long lesson in forgiveness.
A Christian school, for the most part, is not that different from a public school. Aside from the curriculum and the smaller class size (due mostly to the cost, I suspect), the kids are still kids. The schools I went to in elementary and high school were so small that I can still remember the names of my classmates – first and last. I can recall the groups, who got along best with who and in particular, the few kids who were different. My graduating class had 29 students, roughly half of whom I had been in school with since second grade, and the other half who I’d known since ninth. It makes for a very tight overall group – even if we weren’t always hanging out together, we were always a unit to everyone outside of the class.
And we were a unit that made it hard for new kids to join – particularly if they didn’t fall into one of the “groups” that already existed. There was the group from my elementary school and the group from another Christian elementary school. Then those groups were broken down into those who went to the Presbyterian church where our high school was located and those who didn’t. And then there were the outliers, the kids who were transfers over our four years there and even kids who started in ninth grade, but didn’t fit into one of the groups.
I know their names, and I remember when they left (only a couple made it all four years) and I wonder now if they felt bullied or hurt because they weren’t included. High school is hard, private or public, and the rest of us should’ve made it easier. We were, after all, a religious school.
There’s no big bullying event or series of events I can remember. It’s possible they didn’t feel bullied at all, maybe just left out (my memory is shit), but being left out can be just as damaging.
My Dad started his new job on the first of April, and so far, he loves it. Loves the people, loves getting back to work, loves the area, etc. We all knew he missed working, but it’s pretty funny how much he missed working. My Mom hasn’t moved yet (neither has their stuff), so he’s alone in an apartment in a very small town, which means when he’s not working, he likes to Skype us.
He likes to Skype the Peanut actually, lol, and he likes to text us for smart phone support. I just received this message an hour ago…
BTW, how come your mother gets emails of the Peanut every day and I don’t?….just wondered….got all these gigabits of picture storage wasting away…..and only about 5 pictures of him on my new cell….
I keep telling them to get on FB, as I regularly fail to remember to email and text them pictures that I’ve already posted, but they’re still resisting. Sigh.
