HH and I are back from Vegas…not well rested and certainly not rich, but full of fun memories and more than a few extra pounds. Eating at Hash House a Go Go every morning did nothing for my muffin top.
Two comments here…yes, the bacon is also mine, and no, that’s not an origami penis in my lap–
Helpful tip here– I adhere strictly to the diabetic diet and never eat more than 3,000 carb calories without balancing my meal with protein. You’re welcome.
My wonderful in-laws stayed at our house and watched our boys while we were gone. A good time was had by all, although my 14-year old Alex told me he missed listening to our alternative station in the mornings on the drive to school. Nothing but oldies for him and his Papaw!
The funniest part of trip occurred yesterday morning, and I just hope it’s as funny in the retelling here. Quick setup: our son Alex is a freshman. He signed up to be part of his high school’s volunteer organization, and the first specific opportunity was yesterday. He was supposed to be part of a 20-person group that went to an office building to take some underprivileged and/or abused children trick or treating. We thought this would be great, because Alex is so good with kids and loves them.
The email said to meet in the school parking lot after 2nd hour to arrange rides and to bring a hat or some simple costume that young children might like. We bought a cute Dr. Seuss hat, I signed the permission form before leaving town, and everything was set, but Alex was a little nervous because he didn’t know of anyone else who was going and was afraid it would be all older kids.
I woke up in Vegas yesterday morning and turned on my phone to see this…
Oh dear lord! He got left behind…how embarrassing! I could just picture him standing in the parking lot with his Dr. Seuss hat all alone. The fact that he’s only been in the district a year and doesn’t really know that many people didn’t help. I felt so bad for him! I kept scrolling…
Oh no! Upperclassmen had to come back to pick him up. This was a high school nightmare. I was torn between laughing uncontrollably and feeling my heart break for him at the same time.
I sent a text asking if they had come back for him, and thankfully soon received a text back that calmed my spirits.
You can imagine the word…hardcore gangsta rap. Not something that we play much of…we listen to Eminem together (only the songs without much sexual content), but that’s about it.
I asked him if the seniors had been nice to him and about died when I got this response.
I’m not sure when that kid has ever made me laugh so hard. So glad that he “established” himself and yet still apologized to his mother for saying the word “shit.”
And finally, one last screenshot that made my day…
One of the best things he’s ever done…and it all worked out okay, despite the terrible start.
Moving on to a completely unrelated topic–
Yah Mo Be There! That’s what I think of whenever I see NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month.) I think of the song, then I think of 40-Year Old Virgin, then I want to go watch a movie so I don’t have to sit and try to write, and blah, blah, blah. It’s like If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, novel procrastination style.
Still, like many other intrepid bloggers, I am going to attempt the near impossible and try to write 50,000 words in one month, starting tomorrow. Of course, I’m going to do this without any clear outline of a novel, with Christmas approaching, with maintaining twice-weekly blog posts and with ratcheting up my running.
Lawd have mercy! Anyone have any good story ideas? Feel free to pass them on! 🙂 Maybe I’ll just sit down, open up Scrivener and feel the inspiration pouring out my fingers. Or maybe I’ll stare out the window in 30-minute increments until I decide that I’m hungry or need to clean house, which is what has always happened in the past when I’ve tried to really start writing. We’ll see…and as James Ingram and Michael McDonald pointed out–
It’s a long hard road
That leads to a brighter day
Well, it’s a doggone shame
But never too late for change
Inspiration everywhere! Keep running, readers, and if you’re going for the NaNoWriMo challenge, good luck! See you (hopefully) at the other end of 50,000 compelling words!