Monthly Archives: January 2014
The call from my oldest daughter, K, regarding her oldest daughter, B, (my oldest granddaughter – she’s 8) went like this:
K: Mom? I have a question to ask you.
K: Some of B’s classmates are telling her that the characters in movies like “Frozen” and the fairies in “Tinkerbell” aren’t real. She asked me if that was true, and I stumbled. I didn’t know what to say.
ME: So what did you say?
K: I asked her what she thought.
(ugh…I hate that answer..always have always will…it ranks right up there with, “because I said so” and is about as useful..but I didn’t tell K this)
K: She just shrugged. What would you have told her?
what would I have said…a million things about magic and belief and I’d of gone on and on, just like I did when K asked me these questions a thousand years ago…
ME: I would have said of course those people are real.
K: How do you explain that, when we know they are not real.
ME: Do we?
ME: Do we know, without a doubt, that fairies that help little boys and princesses that freeze things are not real?
ME: Exactly my point. We choose not to believe, and when we do that I think we lose a little bit of the magic in our souls.
K: Oh, mom…this is why I call you.
K: I’m going to have B call you, okay?
Later that afternoon, my phone rings…
B: Hi Grammy.
ME: Hi B, how are you?
B: Fine. Umm, Grammy are Elsa and Anna real?
(my mind races…”Elsa?”…”Anna?”…before I realize they must be the princesses in “Frozen”)
B: Oh…how do you know?
ME: B, the characters in the movies aren’t the ‘real’ fairies, or princesses or what have you. Do you think every ‘Santa’ you see in a movie is the real Santa? Of course not. The real Santa, and the real fairies and princesses are far too busy with important things to take time to make a movie.
B: Then who is in the movie?
ME: The movies are based on these people, but played by actors who spend time with them and study them so they can be realistic.
B: Okay…thanks, bye!
Just like that, the conversation was over and a little bit of magic was restored to a tender soul still wanting to believe.
And, who knows, maybe that little bit of magic spread to an old soul, making her feel the awesomesauce of it all once again.
I got this iPod/iPad/iPhone speaker/charger docking station-thingy (it’s a technical term, trust me) from Amazon, and this is the conversation I had with my boss about it:
ME: Hey, look at my new speaker/charger-thingy for my iPhone.
BOSS: Does it hold an iPad?
ME: I don’t know, I haven’t figured that out yet. But, it’s got different modes.
ME: I don’t know, I haven’t figured that out yet.
ME: Well, it’s also a clock when nothing’s docked on it…it displays the time, though it’s in military time because I haven’t figured out how to change it yet.
BOSS: Does it have an alarm?
ME: I think so, but I haven’t figured that out yet.
ME: *chuckling* I guess there’s a lot I haven’t figured out yet.
BOSS: Yeah…when did you get this?
ME: Oh I’ve only had it a short time.
I’m all for making light of……….everything, but sometimes I see something or read something that resonates.
And I want to share.
And remember something else:
Have a magic-filled, regret-less, ‘wealthy’ day, week, month, lifetime!
I mean, seriously, if I use that word I get like a bajillion visits in a day.
So, since readership has fallen off I’ve decided to let my standards slip to the floor and do something I abhor.
Like shameless usage of words I know will get attention.
Not in a good way.
I’m such a disappointment.
And an attention whore.
All I wanted was pizza for us. Two of the grandkids and their daddy stopped by spur-of-the-moment, so it was Capt. Pizza Hut to the rescue.
Pizza was ordered, and I drove to pick it up.
I walked into the teen-eyenie storefront place to a pre-show for WWE Smackdown. (Is that right? I don’t watch wrastlin’)
Tall Skinny 40+ yr. old Dude (TSD) was red-faced leaning over the counter and accusing a terrified 17-yr. old boy of “denting my car”. The kid’s eyes were big as saucers as he tried ineffectively to apologize.
TSD was not satisfied and proceeded to point at the kid, out the window to his damaged car, and back at the kid telling him that is not how one reacts to denting a door. One is supposed to stop, render aid, drop and roll…or something like that.
That’s when Big Burly also 40+ yr. old Dude, who had been watching like the rest of us, stepped up and said, “Duuuuuuuuuude…you need to chill”
To which TSD, still seething (but not seeing BBD yet), replied with “You gonna ma-..” before realizing BBD had kick-ass written all over him.
Really, the dude was big. Even under his jacket I could tell he didn’t spend his spare time exclusively playing World of Warcraft (again, is that right? I also don’t do video games), but spent a good deal of it deadlifting Volkswagens and Prius’, perhaps even the occasional Leaf.
BBD took the silent pause to add, “He’s a kid, man, just chill out here. You don’t need to get in his face.”
TSD, not sufficiently recovered from his near ass-beatin’ experience, pointed to his Kia and said, “He opened his Mustang’s car door and slammed it right into mine.”
TSD’s little blonde wife came in at that moment, and nodded, “That’s right, and there’s a big dent in the door.”
It took everything I had not to say something smart-ass like, “You drive a POS Kia, dude. A good windstorm will crumple it.” But, for once I thought before speaking.
I am afraid this will become a habit. But, I digress.
By this time the Pizza Hut manager had joined the fray, and offers to provide insurance info, or call the police, were made. The POS Kia was inspected, tongues clucked, and then TSD and LBW were comped the pizza they’d been there to pick up. They left.
And that’s when I said, “Very nice of you to speak up, young man.”
Others said the same, but I still wonder if I should have added the high five or fist bump?
Been away a while, haven’t I?
I blame the weather. It’s cold….elswhere, so I’ve had trouble concentrating.
Just go with it.
Hugs, and I’ll post a real post soon.