Since Stella was away with her father camping this last weekend, and therefore new blog material from her is delayed, here's a story from her from the 4th of July. It's much like yesterday in that it involved pigs and fireworks. Well, except yesterday there were pigs and no fireworks (for unknown reasons, the fireworks were canceled) and back then there were fireworks and no actual pigs. Still, it's exactly the same (or not)!
It is pure Stella, so you'll love it ;)
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After a day
that included watching a baseball game in103 degree temperatures with
90+% humidity and driving 90 minutes each way to said baseball game,
we went to a park to watch fireworks. It was still about a thousand
degrees with 800% humidity at 9pm. There were crowds, cigarette
smoke, drunk people, a horrific band playing...basically everything
you come to expect from a small town 4th of July
celebration. I did not want to be there.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the
fireworks. As a child, worrying would begin on July 5th
as to whether or not it would rain on next year's 4th
celebration. Really. True story. I actually did that. every. year.
Still, as an adult, my tastes are more refined and 20 minutes of
so-so fireworks in the heat and crowds doesn't do it for me much. I
had changed clothes before heading back out into the blast furnace
but after 10 seconds outside I was all sweaty and sticky again.
Yuck.
Still, it had to be endured for the
children to see the annual pretty-sparks-in-the-sky affair and for me
to see them seeing the pretty-sparks-in-the-sky affair. I love
seeing my kids experience this stuff. It means so much more to me
than my own experience of it. I guess that's what you call growing
up. Or parenthood.
We arrived at the park and it was
$2/person for admission which included a raffle ticket. If you win,
it's $1000. Grandma paid and then filled out the tickets, one for
each of us. Stella, entering into her evening manic phase, started
thinking. The thinking spewed out of her mouth something like this:
Stella: If I win the thousand dollars,
I'm going to get a pig. And it will live with us and I'll have my
very own pet pig and it will go everywhere with me. It will sleep in
my bed. In the morning, I will make it Nutella toast!
Me: What if Nutella toast isn't healthy
for pigs?
Stella: Pigs eat everything, they are
omnivores. But that would just be for a treat, usually it will eat
pig toast. And I'll teach it to use the bathroom too. And it
will have its own pig toilet. And I'll teach it to fetch.
Brian: grumble, grumble, better
win $200,000 for the house you will live in with your pig because it
won't be in MY house.
Stella: spewing statements of pig love
and bliss totally oblivious to the probability of actually winning.
This continued for at least an hour when we finally sent her to bed
where she fell asleep in approximately 3.2 seconds.
The next morning Stella says, “I
don't know what I was thinking last night. Teaching a pig to
fetch, that's crazy!”
Yeah, that's the crazy part.
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April | August 6, 2012 at 10:29 AM
You made me laugh! Thank you.