10-13 hour days at work tend to make for a tired me. Pesky Windows memory debugging.
Story #1
Once upon a time there was a car with an enormous balloon attached to the exhaust. As it drove, the balloon slowly filled up until it looked like a giant pouch trailing out behind the car. Soon the car came to a ridiculously long stop light. 100 children ran over and jumped up and down on the balloon. Then they all fell off and bumped their heads. Their mammas called the doctor and the doctor said "I thought it was a bounce-castle. Sorry about that." Then the car drove off again. After a while the balloon got so full of hot air that it started to drag the car off the ground, scraping the front bottom part of the car along the asphalt. The driver had his seatbelt on, so he was ok, although he was very confused at first. Eventually the car started to float up through the sky. When the driver stepped on the gas, the wheels would spin "vrrrrrrrr" and the car would float up higher in the air. When the driver pressed on the brake, the hot air would slowly cool off and the car would sink toward the ground. At first the driver was so excited because he was floating above all the traffic and all the people toward work. But then "whhhhhhsh", a big wind blew his car balloon all the way to the beach. He stayed there for three days. He had some money, so he could buy food and he had a great time on his little vacation. He met some new people. After three days, he went back to his car, but it had floated out to sea. The car was now on top of the balloon, which was acting like a raft. So one of his friends rowed him out to the car. He got in and started it up. It took a while for the balloon to fill up, and when it finally got full enough it swung up out of the water and flipped him into the water for a second. He sputtered and coughed, but then the car was up and away. He waved to his friend, who waved back to him and then rowed back by herself to land. Then he started to float out across the ocean. Fortunately, just then a big wind came and "whhhhhhsh" blew him right back to his work. When he got there, his boss was very mad that he had missed three days of work. He explained what happened, but she didn't believe him. But then he said - "I always tell the truth right?" She said that yes, he was always very honest. So then she said she believed him after all. So then she didn't fire him. He still didn't get paid, but at least he wasn't in big trouble.
Intermission:
My poor girls (all les filles/femmes (Fr sp?) in the house) have been coughing up a storm recently recovering from colds/allergies. It is sad to hear them wheezing and hacking. I recently read a short story that had this description so I passed it along to both my smaller girls tonight, with varying degrees of comprehension. Paraphrase: "As you are lying down and you breathe out, your belly is kind of like a bowl. As you breathe in, imagine that you are filling the bowl with wonderful soup. As you breath out, you are letting the steam from the soup blow away." I found it a very relaxing image. [Remind me to provide attribution. The rest of the story was "meh", but that part was really good.]
Story #2
Once upon a time there was a young boy named Harold. When he met someone new, he would always say "I really love to dance, yeaaahhh". Sometimes he would say it seriously. Sometimes he would say it fast. Sometimes he would lean in real close and say it. But that's what he always said. Some people would get scared and walk quickly away. Some people would say "ok", "huh", or "that's nice" and then talk about something else: "Goodness, the sky has clouds in it" or "Amazing! Some sports happened on the television today." But sometimes the other person would say "I really like dancing too." Then they would show Harold a dance move - they would shimmy, twist, twirl, or wiggle. Then they would say something like "show me how you dance". But Harold would get scared and turn around and run away as fast as he could.
One day Harold met a new girl. Before he could open his mouth, she said "I'm Agi* and I really love to dance, yeah, yeah yeah!" He said "I'm Harold and I also really like to dance, yeaaahhh." The she said "But my dance is a secret dance and I'm too scared to show it to anyone so you can't see it." Harold said "My dance is also a secret dance but until now I've always been too scared to even tell anyone else that I even had a dance". Agi asked Harold if he had a mirror. No. Did he have a giant camera? No, he didn't have any camera at all. Could he see out of the back of his head? No, of course not (he wasn't a parent after all). So Agi said "I really love dancing, but I can't ever dance for anyone because I'm too scared. But since you're like me I thought that maybe we could both turn around and do our secret dances at the same time without looking at each other but still being near each other." Harold was so excited that he clapped and nodded his head up and down really fast. So they both turned around. Agi did her secret dance. Harold did his secret dance. When they were done, they were both so excited to have danced that they laughed and jumped up and down so much that they fell over into a pile. Harold asked if they could come back and do the same thing the next day. They did every day for the next ten days (except Sunday when they were both at church). Each day they talked for a while after their secret dances and they got along really well. On the tenth day Agi said "I love to dance. I think it would be okay if you saw my secret dance today." So she did her secret dance. When she was done Harold said "I also think it would be okay for you to see my secret dance." So he did his secret dance. [Exhausted daughter #1, now very excited: Ooh, ooh, what was her dance? What was his dance? Will you show me? Exhausted daughter #2, now also excited: I wih sow you my dasses, I is liking to dass for you". I don't know what their secret dances were. Lie down. Yes tomorrow we can do some dances and figure out what we think would be a good dance for their secret dances were. And we can draw pictures of them doing their dances]. Eventually Harold and Agi became very good friends and even danced together instead of just near each other. The end.
* Agi rhymes with Hague-y or vague-y. As in, oh, that international criminal tribunal is so Hague-y. Or that letter E talking to me is never very clear. He's so vague-y.
Other random notes for the day:
* Lift with your legs. Otherwise you too may have to take it easy until the slight bulged disk slowly heals itself (80% chance says the doc). Please note that the muscle relaxants and anti-inflammatories cause significant gastric distress. I'm actually doing pretty darn well and am so grateful that this is just healing itself. Thanks for awesome self-healing bodies Heavenly Father!
* We got to go on a nice outing today to get away from our normal tiny radius of excursions. We drove and talked for a while. Then we ate at a Potbelly (Med sandwhich, hold the feta for wifey, "a wreck" for me. 1x grilled cheese, 1x toasted pbj for kids.) Yum! Then we had dessert at the frozen yogurt bar right next door. Double yum! Thanks family for being so awesome. We even made it back to only be a few minutes late for scouts, but also a few minutes early for J's meeting. So it averaged out to on-time. : )
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