Wednesday's Digressions

• When I see the terms, "creamy" and "all the fixins" on a menu it nauseates me.






• First world problems...






• I hope when it's my time to die, I can do it with a certain amount of grace- if not style.






• I love gravy.






• After explaining a bank account to Zac by giving examples in ascending order of value things that he could have by saving, he seemed to get it and was totally down with the idea. I think soon I'll start an account for him, let him sign the paperwork and take him in once a week to make a deposit.






• I'm On Fire

Raising Zachary

Yesterday Zac and I walked to the store to get out of the house and have some ice cream. He said, Can we cut across the hills? meaning take the shortcut across the field behind the house. Sure, lead the way I said. As we got into the more difficult terrain he said, I've got to be very careful so my ice cream doesn't spill, drip or melt, since ice cream is very important.

Priorities...

Monday's Missives

• I finally heard Adele's speaking voice this morning- I now get what somebody meant when they said, She sounds like someone out of a Monty Python skit!


• I mean really- I waited for her to say, Ello guvnah!


• Talent wise she seems to be everything people thought about Amy Winehouse.


• People who text and drive still emmaddenate me. I mean I'm reckless, but come on!


• When people seem too prone to rapidly change their relationship status on their Facebook I'm always pretty sure they do it so what they want to be true will be true- since, hey it's right there in black and white.


• Another thing I'm pretty sure of: most, although obviously not all of those guys who propose at public events are massive manipulators.


• Odd: President Obama and Jon Stewart (both multimillionares) speak of millionaires and billionares like they're worse than pedophiles when it comes to the ruination they've caused.

Caturday!

• People very often know months in advance they're dying. It starts as a vague detachment that even the patient will have trouble explaining or identifying it for what it is. I have heard them say things like, I knew this was coming- I've known for a long time. Months ago I started not feeling part of this earth. I wasn't sick or anything, I just knew I was slipping away.






• I can say I'm known at work as having a pretty good knowledge of other cultures- especially those of our refugee patients. Recently another nurse came to me and said, Kevin, do _________ people normally hug you and kiss you on each cheek when they leave you? Knowing the people she was talking about while warm, are also reserved- especially toward whom they consider their superiors I said, Uh- no not a chance, why do you ask? Well, this guy who was helping me translate said, Let me show you how we say goodbye in my country and then he grabbed me and did that! I busted out laughing which caused the other nurse there with us to do the same. A supervisor dropped by and said, I know it's rude, but I've got to know- what's so funny? Breathlessly I said, This goof ball just let herself get molested by a patient!






• Maybe you had to be there.






• An old friends wife is dying of cancer.






• I need a new suit.






• I had a very tasty burger and fires from Whataburger in Decatur last night.






• Fires?






• Hammerhead

Friday's Dispatch

• Last night Zac and I had dinner at Playa Maya. Zac continues to impress with ability to eat spicy foods. He genuinely likes it- he just wipes the sweat off his forehead and goes back for more.








• Saw a couple I see around frequently. She wore a wig, had permanent makeup and had been Botoxed so much her face was essentially paralysed. He wears a cheap, ridiculous looking hairpiece and I think eyeliner. While his face was not quite as paralytic as hers, his face knows the sting of the needle as well. They just sat and stared expressionlessly at each other.








• A couple sat side by side in a booth behind us. That always seems awkward to me and likely counterproductive to what the guy is trying to accomplish.








• Anyway, thank you for tuning in to, People Watching At La Playa Maya.








• I made a flatulescent sound last night while Zac and I were joking around after we got back home. He said, You. Are. Nasty.








• Flatulescent is hi lited by my spellcheck.








• I just ate a miniature Three Musketeers bar. The wrapper was labelled Fun Size! It lies- if it were all that fun it would have weighed a pound and a half.

Skunk Overload

There are two things I'm sure of looking at this picture: One, is the people who lived in this house are animal lovers and two their involvement in these animals lives has guaranteed an early death for some or all of them.



The person who took the picture specifically said he only lived there for two years. Now, who will feed these animals? When they go to the neighbors house will they be as generous or will they call animal control or shoot them personally? What will happen when the animals are startled by someone who doesn't act like their previous benefactor and bites? Will they starve if no one supplements their forage? When they do bite someone will that instigate an eradication effort in the area?



Animals are not people and wild animals are wild and those who disagree are the animals worst enemies.

Wednesday's Digressions

• After going a long time without a drop of orange juice I'm now on track to drink a gallon of it in just a few days.








• I have a tendency to want to initially abbreviate orange juice to OJ, then after rejecting that mentally I still want to capitalize both words. There has to be some weird negative association with OJ Simpson there.








• Yesterday evening I had a conversation with a man at Baker's Ribs who recalling how long ago it was when he was growing up in his hometown said he was, The last lifeguard to work at the city pool in Cisco TX. It's funny the little things we have fun being proud of, but he has a point- I couldn't even tell you where the pool was.








• To be a probably a very tedious job, it would also probably be interesting to be a barber.








• When I get stressed out I sometimes get a patch of dry skin right between my eyes.








• Oh what a night late December back in '63