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It annoys me when people give their kids goofy names with invented spelling and then are all SHOCKED and SURPRISED and MIFFED when their kid's gender identity or the spelling of the name gets mixed up by other people. I mean, when you named your daughter "Parker," you didn't see that coming? You really expect people to know you named your daughter "Hailey" spelled "Hayley" or "Haileigh" or "Heighlay" or "Heighleigh" or "Haili" or "Hailie" or "Hallie" or "Haley" or "Haxly" (the "x" being silent in that last mutation)? Listen, if you choose a goofy name for your kid, part of the consequence is explaining that choice to the rest of the world--teachers, government officials, friends, neighbors, parents of friends--until they're no longer under your roof. Then explaining the name falls 100% on your kid's shoulders. Something I'm certain they'll spend their entire life resenting.
I'm incredibly susceptible to food advertising. Seriously, I watch an ad for hamburgers and all I can think about is how bad I want to eat a hamburger until I'm chewing on one. Watch an ad for ribs and cornbread and I'm jonesing for ribs and cornbread. If I drive past a Dairy Queen, I obsess over how delicious a Heath Bar Blizzard would taste--until I'm spooning soft serve past my lips. The same thing happens online--if people post pictures of a meal they make or a dessert they assemble, I'm instantly craving it.
Tomorrow morning I'm starting yoga classes in the shed. Come one, come all. Bring your own mat and cash for the instructor (who is not me). Last night I had a nightmare where a constant fury of interruptions (including uninvited children getting caught in Mr. D's weight machines) meant I completely missed out on the yoga class I'd arranged to take. I confess I'm nervous about tomorrow now.
Dang, I sound like a grump. I should leave you with something nice today ... here you go: this weekend we set up the "Thankful" wreath except I could not find the darn wreath, just the leaves and the stick pins. So I set up a bulletin board instead--same concept: write down something you're thankful for and stick it to the board. To date everyone has contributed something they're thankful for and we're spending the entire month of November cultivating more gratitude.
In particular this morning, I'm thankful for a place where I can let it hang out, rechargeable batteries, clean windows, a quiet place to write.
Spill it, reader. Bits and pieces--what vexes, blesses, entices, surprises you of late.