My Halloween Dilemma

My class is on Tuesday nights. Halloween is on Tuesday night. You can probably see where this is going…

The thing is the class is structured so that we have covered models of love and marriage from Greek & Roman civilization up until roughly the 18th century, and this class — this very Halloween class — is the end of the lecture part (it moves to tutorials on the readings). Readings and class material are completely separate. This class is the one where he covers today and how we’ve completely messed up the model of love and marriage (according to what the professor has alluded to so far). Not going to class will feel like I have been reading a book and someone ripped out the last chapter. Never mind that he’ll give tips for the exam and paper… I need to know how the story ends!

But it is Halloween… the second most anticipated annual tradition after Christmas around here… and my kids need me to be a part of it… to get them ready… to shepherd them around… to just be there. Yes, Husband could take them, but he’s been sick and the weather has been lousy. It is also part of their tradition for me to take them to their godparent’s house and do the trek from there. Plus we are back to one vehicle and I’m not loving the idea of taking it to the University on Halloween (though I have no idea why).

I will skip the love class. There is no way I can miss Halloween.
And ironically, it is primarily because of love that I can’t.

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Animal crumbs

Rainbow was helping me pack the lunches yesterday. I was slicing some cheese and popped a stray cheese crumb into my mouth.

“Did you just eat a cheese crumb?” Rainbow asked me.

“Yes, I did,” I replied.

“Would you eat a pig crumb?” she inquired.

“Pig crumb?”… not really sure where this is going.

“Yes,” she explained, “after pigs die they get made into bacon for us. Would you eat a bacon crumb?”

“After they die?”

“You know… just like chickens… it’s not like they kill them on purpose for us to eat.”

Oh. My. G*d. Do I break the news now or risk turning my kid into a vegetarian (not that there is anything wrong with vegetarians…. if you actually eat vegetables). Packing lunches would certainly become more challenging. Nonetheless, I decided to break the news.

“Actully, hon… sometimes they do kill animals for people’s food.”

“ON PURPOSE??? FOR US????” she blurted with eyes wide.

“Yes dear. Sometimes they do.”

“I think you better call 911″ she stated.

Bar smarts

I was behind the bar lending a brief hand when a guy comes over and orders a beer and a shot. As I am about to take his money his friend comes over and says “No, this round is on me.” The two men bicker back and forth about who will pay, and Guy2 takes the $10 bill off Guy1 and rips in half. He then passes me a $20. Although I am in complete disbelief (having never seen anyone rip up someone else’s money before) I make Guy2’s change and give it to him.

At this point Guy1 slides half of the ripped $10 over to me, picks up the other half, and tells me he’ll be back later. I’m hoping he is serious, as half of a $10 is of little value to either one of us, yet a long time seems to pass before he makes a return.

So, probably close to two hours later (or maybe it just felt like that long), Guy1 comes back to the bar. There is a new guy (Guy3) standing next to him. “I’ll have a shot and a beer,” Guy1 says as he lays the other half of the $10 on the bartop. I turn my back to pour the shot (as the liquor is behind me) and Guy3 says to Guy1 “Do you think if you rip your money in half it will go twice as far?”

Guy1 turns to Guy3 and says with passable innocent sounding undertones “You don’t think she’ll take it?”

Guy3 assures him I most likely will not.

“Do you want to make a bet?” Guy1 asks.

Guy3, of course, lost the bet, and I have been amused thinking about the exchange ever since.

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Today’s post is brought to you by the letters P & U

Rainbow is in French Immersion.
They are learning sounds.
They draw the sounds.
Yesterday they learned “Pue”
She drew her father:

‘Nuf said.

Vertigo

I have had some trouble with vertigo for about 10 days now, and had to go to the hospital for some tests this morning (blood work and cardio thingy). If I have never mentioned it before, I am a bit of a woose when it comes to medical stuff.

When I got there they were calling number 33. I pulled my number and waited my turn in Special Services. I was number 38. When at last my number was called I went into the blood draw room, but a pregnant lady was getting served in the grown up room. They sat me in the kids’ room. I liked it there. There were teddy bears with boo-boos, posters with puppies and toys, and a shelf with stickers and suckers. It was a comfortable, happy room despite its purpose.

I waited in the big leather chair in the cheery room and then they called me back into the grown up room. At just that moment a man with vision impairment came in, so the nurse shuffled me back to the kids’ room and decided to do the blood draw there. I told the nurse that I was happy where I was and she proceeded to go about the nasty task of relieving my poor dizzy body of enough blood to satiate a family of vampires. To add insult to injury she did not offer me either sticker nor sucker. She did, however, draw a happy face on my bandaid.

I’ve named the bandaid Wilson. I like him quite a bit.

Next I went for the cadio thingy. Can anyone explain to me why they get you to put on a johnny shirt when in two seconds they’re just going to pull the thing down to your waist so you’re lying there half naked anyway? Maybe it’s to keep them busy in the laundry. I don’t know.

As I’m lying there, knowing full well that the test only takes a minute, I’m praying that if there were something wrong that it actually becomes apparent in that minute they do the printout and not a half an hour later when I’m driving back to the office. The new nurse mumbles something and calls in another tech for assistance. Turns out the new nurse didn’t have me hooked up quite right. And a minute later, it’s all done.

When I’m alone in the room dressing I notice some Scooby-Doo stickers on the shelf. I contemplated taking one. It has, after all, been an arduous morning of poking and proding, and I didn’t scream or throw a hissy fit even once. Not even when I didn’t get offered a sucker back in the blood draw room. Despite the fact that a Scooby sticker would have brought a smile to my face, I could not take what was not offered to me. And some kid who does get that Scooby sticker will be glad of that I’m sure. I had Wilson to keep me company anyway.

Despite the fact that I had been busy in those two rooms for what felt like 45 minutes, they were only calling #41 as I was leaving. The room has nearly tripled in occupancy as well. I was glad I got this over when I did. Now, Wilson and I wait for answers and hope the room stops spinning.

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