Laskuh's Pit Stop

I’M NOT WOOOOOOORTHY!!!

I’M NOT WOOOOOOORTHY!!!

Remember that one time I updated my blog?  Yeah, me neither.  I swear it’s been on the list but after going through a semester, plus the holidays, it sort of got lost in the giant pile on my desk.  I have been updating a few things on my other blog, which I link to my facebook.  I like that blogging platform far better than I do wordpress.  If you need it, just ask me.  i’ll probably keep up with both.  Or, NOT keep up with both.  duh

Dennis loooves OKC Thunder.  OKC is kicking trash this year so it has been so much fun to watch, they barely slip by in the last quarter and give us major heart attacks.  I didn’t think I’d get into the NBA after their stupid hiatus, but I find the entertainment of it redeeming.

I have been reading like crazy and enjoying time with family while trying to find a path to take.  I applied to be a writer for a local company and it turns out they like me.  However, they don’t seem like the most legit, and heaven forbid I work for another Heritage Web disaster…but the job offer should arrive via email within the next few days for me to look over.  To be honest, I just want to write and get paid.  I don’t care if it’s writing clever biographies for hookers, I’ll take it.

Kai is obsessed with ninjas.  When we go places he asks if he can bring his “karates”.  Cause he needs to bring his kicks, punches, and chops of course.

The other day Kai pounded on the bathroom door,  “I have some-ping to tell you!”  Dennis opened the door, pretty irritated, “What?!”  Kai looked down at his toes and said softly, “Ninjas…are tough.”  So cute.

My activity day girls are making valentines for children fighting disease, via http://www.inspirationthroughart.org/contests/send-a-valentine-and-connect-with-a-hero/ .  It was my turn to plan.  I love this idea.

There is so much more to blog about and talk about: like, how we almost moved out of state, our trip to oregon, and how I need a chinchilla.

Sigh, I’ll have to aim for another day.

My perception of time cannot be trusted today.

Professor A. let us out early, when in fact she said we were late.  So I bustled down to my history room and opened the door to a lecture full of people (my first hint) and a professor about twenty years younger than Professor S.  Definitely not my small history class.

Fantastic, oh, hey guys, enjoy your lesson.

Not to mention, my class is in 308.  There is a 308a, 308b, and a 308 (can someone explain WHY?) so I often second guess myself anyway.  In fact, the first day I sat in a little bit of anthro at 308a, a little bit of English at 308b, and finally relocated once again and found my place at the real 308.

I ended up with a half hour of time to dink around on the internet, followed by further dinking during a boring history lecture.

In history, the kid behind me fell asleep and I tried to hand him a book.  I looked around at the other students and every single one of them told me to smack him in the head, with an excited look on their faces.  That would have livened things up.  Instead, I whispered to the kid behind him if he wanted the book and then the sleeper woke up and looked at me with terrified eyes.

No child, you are not in your bed.  Hi, there.  Take a book.  (P.S. your peers really wanted me to hit you.  I’d be concerned.  Just sayin’.)

Kai begged to watch Darf Vader at 10 P.M.  I wanted to say no, but then a little voice in my head whispered, “Use the FORCE–as a toddler sleep aid…”

Guess I should cancel my “World’s Sneakiest Mom” trophy order, because the movie is over and he’s still wide awake.

I should have known that flashy light sabers, talking robots, and wicked cool bad guys excite a 3 year old boy.

Oh well.  It put me to sleep.

Today after I pawned off our old dining chairs to the DI, I ran in and skimmed the isle of outdated, but interesting english books. I found a poetry writing guide that looked helpful and I happened to have a dollar in my pocket, the exact price. I approached an open cashier, set my book on the counter and dug through my pockets. The girl behind the cashier wore black frames like me and looked about my age. I smiled at her. She picked up my book, took one look at the cover, “The art and craft of Poetry” and said, “So you like cooking, huh?”

W.T.F.?
Maybe I should have confused her back. “Yes, I do like purple monkey dishwashers. How did you know?”

Just watched the video of the USU student being pulled out from under a burning car.  It’s freaking insane.  All these people jump out of cars (It’s on the side of the road and you can’t see any further out, so I’m assuming here) and run over to help, and they lift the car and pull the guy out.  The poor kid is badly beat up, but he survived thanks to these people.  Amazing amazing.

Link

Reminds me of this one time that I was stopped at a busy intersection, with Kai in the backseat.  This jeep dies right in the middle of it and the light changes for the cars opposite to go.  None of the cars move yet, everyone is watching the driver get out and try to push it.   then six people jump out of cars from all directions and together they push the car off to the shoulder.  It doesn’t matter whether they were doing it just to get it out of the way or if they were doing it to help.  The point is, when they could have slowly driven around him and expected someone else to do it, they got out anyway.  I was not about to abandon Kai in the car by himself, so I was ecstatic to see everyone so willing to pitch in.

I remember another time in an intersection in Provo, someone’s couch fell off the back of their truck, and Dennis saw it and hopped out to help lift it back up, but he hadn’t even made it to the couch before two other guys were already moving it.  It’s events like these that make the world go round.

Not that I’m suggesting that we all jump out and risk our lives by running into traffic, but you know.  It’s amazing what people do when they see someone who needs help.