A 5YOism, Jonestown, and Bags of Crap

"Home is better than school because school doesn't have anywhere to sleep."

-5YO, November 19, 2008

5YO had that to say this morning as she was trying to convince me that she shouldn't go to school. She was in bed and asleep by 8:00 and even woke up on her own. Yet, she wasn't sure she wanted to go to school today. She was bitten by an ant yesterday on the foot and believes she is, in fact, handicapped now. She even said that! I'm assuming it was an ant because it didn't swell up like her spider bites do. She didn't even need Benadryl with this one, but is convinced that she cannot walk because of the small bite on the top of her foot.

She'll live. In the end, she decided that she really wanted to play with her friend at school and that helped move her along to get ready. I had David help her shower. He doesn't get to help her shower that often and she's nicer to him than she is to me because of this. It works when it needs too!

When will this kid be old enough to drink coffee? She SO needs it!

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Did you know that yesterday was the 30-year anniversary of Jonestown? I could have been quite happy not knowing that, but David and I fell asleep in front of the television last night and a documentary about that awful day was on PBS when I woke up. Once I started watching, I couldn't turn it off. I had to watch it to the very end. I was fortunate to be able to see actual pictures and video from that very day....oh yeah, really fortunate. Thanks to the awful images in my head, I knew it was going to be very hard to get back to sleeep. I put the movie 'The Truth About Cats and Dogs' on in my bedroom and was asleep within ten minutes, sans those awful, horrible pictures that I was trying so hard to escape from.

It's so weird....I was three years old when that all took place. The same age of so many of those children that were taken before their time. I asked 12YO if she had heard of Jonestown while she was getting ready for school this morning. I explained a bit about what I'd seen and told her to ask her history teacher about it. Her eyes became wide as I described a few of the things I saw, even though I left out the parts that might really upset her. She's intrigued and wants to know more, but I warned her that she probably didn't want to know.

Ummm...yeah....I don't really have anything else to say about this.

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In less important and more frivolous news, I think the television in our living room is on its last leg. We have a 60-inch big screen projection set that's about 15 years old. Apparently, they are not supposed to last that long. David got it from BIL before we'd ever met. BIL is still amazed that the stupid thing still works at all. Suddenly, the picture the tv displays is actually bigger than the screen. It's not really obvious until you notice that the top of someone's head is cut off when it shouldn't be or you can just see the edge of the station logo on the bottom right-hand corner of the screen. From my estimation, we are missing about six inches of the picture all the way around. Who needs to read subtitles and credits anyhow? I can miss those for awhile.

We have a big living room. Too big, in fact. I like the big tv because I can see it from far away. I can't imagine getting one much smaller than this and I really don't look forward to paying for what we really want.

Maybe Santa will put us on his list this year....maybe I can just keep an eye on today's WOOT-OFF and find a 52-inch plasma in a Bag of Crap...

...or maybe monkeys might fly out of my butt! I've never been quick enough on the draw to actually be able to purchase a Bag of Crap, though I have come close.

Have a great day! Happy Wooting!