R.A.K

A random act of kindness happened to me today. I was at Barnes and Noble this evening picking up a couple books to share with my kids at school who are on my Battle of the Books team. After getting the books (and after a quick but fruitful stop at Old Navy) I headed out to my car. Near B&N is a Culvers....and for anyone else who has tried their fish sandwich, you will understand when I say that this sudden and un-ignorable urge to have one said sandwich came over me. Having a terrible argument in my head over why it was terrible for me to get one (the voice said, "Come on fatty, you do NOT need a greasy fish sandwich") versus why I should certainly get one (the voice said, "You eat so healthy all the time, don't you think you've earned it"), I decided that yes, I was really hungry and I was just going to get one. So I'm waiting in line and in this car in front of me, someone is pointing to the wall right before the pick up window. I'm thinking about how weird that is and that maybe there is some crazy bug or something on the wall or that someone has strapped explosives to the side of the building and I am going to die waiting in line for a fish sandwich I probably shouldn't even be eating, but when I pull forward, I see that there is a sad looking carnation on the ledge with a post-it note saying something like "Have a great day". Judging by the signature and handwriting it looked like it was from a kid. How cute, I thought. Just a little something to make people smile. Then it was my turn to go to the window and as I rolled down my window the guy says, "The car in front of you just paid for your food. And he wanted me to give you this." He handed me a folded piece of paper. I was pretty much speechless, and said thank you and read the note. It said that this wasn't a gimmick and that it was just something he had heard on a local radio station talking about a "drive through difference" and maybe I might want to pay it forward. How awesome was that! I guess I was supposed to get that fish sandwich and damn, was it good.

Now in full disclosure I have to add the following. The local radio station was one of the Christian stations. I decided that I was supposed to not only pay it forward, but also take a little lesson out of the experience. I decided that I should be a little less quick to assume the worst from organized religion, and maybe first think that maybe that person is a very accepting and open-minded Christian who believes all people are equal and worthy of love. And hopefully I won't be proven wrong.....

If Only I Had Remembered My IPhone

Apparently I'm on a roll of poor choices, specifically concerning my after work exercise plans. Today I made the mother of all mistakes....I forgot my IPhone in the car. What does that mean? Well, it meant that as I got my clothes and shoes on and my contacts in and as I was looking for my headphones, it dawned on me that my phone was in the car. This then meant that I would be forced to watch (silent) TV while I did the elliptical. Now let me preface this by saying that I had JUST got done telling someone at school how much I hate the gym and the only way I make it through the hour is by watching TV on my phone. Right now I am totally absorbed in Glee (don't hate me or think badly of me).

So I tried to have a positive attitude and told myself that it was actually a good thing because then I would run on the treadmill instead since I didn't have to watch anything. I walk in the fitness room and of course all the treadmills are being used. Christ. Well, I guess I'll just do the elliptical anyway and watch the silent TV. Nope-all the ellipticals are taken too. You've got to be kidding. So I am then forced to go on an elliptical type thing where your arms don't have anything to do. Ok, ok. I'll make it. And then I look up at the silent TV. It is CNN and they are covering the latest round of republican caucuses. Good god, could this get any worse.  Oh yes it can!  I am about 15 minutes in and this guy walks over to the girl next to me and they launch into a 15 minute conversation on their respective careers and living situations as they must have gone to UMD together and then left and now are apparently both back in Duluth (thank god) with jobs in the areas they graduated in. Happy days! This girl was LOUD so I got to hear everything, including her political beliefs, "I am going to get Obama elected this year" and "I really respect the shit out of Ron Paul....I mean he has real integrity". Well, at least she wasn't republican.

As I'm trying to ignore her, well I couldn't so I was still listening but also reading the closed captioning on the silent TV, I see candidate Santorum at this church and am reading about how he is for religious freedom. This seems slightly ironic....or maybe an oxymoron? How can a man who thinks Christians created equality and who seems to have a major problem with Islam - not to mention the problems he has with other social issues like homosexuality and abortion- claim to support freedom of religion? This puzzled me for most of the night so I did a little research and basically what he is saying is that Christians should have freedom to practice their religion and screw all the rest of you. Those are my words, not his. Thankfully my timer beeped at 30 minutes and I got out of there as quickly as I could. I was certainly not staying for an hour in those circumstances.

Anyway, the moral of the story is don't EVER forget your phone when going to the gym and if you do, don't be a hero and try to muddle through....get the hell out of there and try again another day.

Lion King (and other news)

I was able to go see The Lion King (the musical) at the Orpheum in Minneapolis last weekend. AMAZING!!!!  There are really no words to describe it. I have found myself trying to describe the sets, music, and "puppets" but I simply can't do them justice. I went between feeling delighted and full of wonder to bordering on crying from the intensity of the acting and singing and the beauty of it all. In fact, I had to keep telling myself at one point to not be such a loser, you are not supposed to cry at the Lion King. Thankfully my friend (to whom I owe thanks for inviting me along on her family trip) Kate asked if it was just her that felt like crying. I was very curious how they could turn an animated film about animals into a Broadway play, and they did it basically by bringing everything to life - from grasses and water to the sky and the rocky landscape. And the animals were kind of like paper mache puppets but yet not. And the people in/behind/moving the puppets were so animal like in their movements they just blended in....at some points you couldn't even notice or tell there were people there. So, if you get a chance to see it, I would highly recommend it.

In other news....we are moving forward on our house building plans. We have a contract to sign for the blueprints. If you are interested, google First Day Cottages and you will see what our plans are. I am beginning the process of getting the house ready for going on the market (at the end of this month) and looking at prices and styles of everything we will have to include when getting our loan. I was looking at faucets and sinks tonight....geez. How on earth are you supposed to decide??!?! If there weren't so many choices, it may be easier. More to come on this life changing project as time goes on.....

Finally, tonight was a practice in motherhood, as my "child" Foxy hurt her leg to the point where she can't even put weight on it. We were walking and she was playing with another dog and I looked over to see her just sitting with a VERY pathetic face and her paw up. She wouldn't even move basically so I had to carry her home (that was quite the entertainment I'm sure for my neighbors to watch). I found out from Brian that she did a little limping on their walk earlier today so she has pulled or torn something. Side note- I was trying to decide tonight whether to walk Foxy or go to the YMCA and obviously I chose wrong. I was feeling like those choose your own adventure books. "If Lori should go home and walk Foxy, turn to page 48" or "If Lori should go to the Y, turn to page 80." Then you get to page 48 and see, "Oh, that was not the right choice".
So I went out to buy some dog aspirin and brought her food and water to her so she didn't have to move very much. Poor thing. I really don't want to be a worry-wart mom, but I can see that happening in some ways. Kate's kids get the brunt of my worrying, specifically my choking phobia. Every time I'm around and the boys are eating something, I am constantly saying, "Chew that really well" or "Take little bites". They look at me funny and then show me how good they are chewing. What a weirdo I am.