He then said, "Uh, that's weird."
You don't know the half of it, kiddo.
You don't know the half of it, kiddo.
With Jodi Picoult, the world is not black and white -- it is countless shades of gray. It is a prisoner on death row wanting to donate his heart once he's dead. It is a boy who is bullied and humiliated and rejected every day since his first day of kindergarten who decides he's had enough. It's the ethics of designer babies. It's parents trying to do their best and coming up short. It's children misunderstanding their parents. It's modern morality flipped on it's head.
I am positively infatuated with Jodi Picoult's novels right now.The Dallas Morning News had this to say about her: “Ms. Picoult has carved her own niche with her novels — one part romance, one part courtroom thriller, two parts social commentary.”
I also got to meet her sister Julie and 4 other women from their family, plus Frumpy. (She's got pictures of everyone, but I didn't get any with my camera.) We had such a great time. They have a wonderful family and are all so close - I confess that I was a bit envious. I'm pretty close to my sisters-in-law, but living 20+ hours apart kinda puts a damper on lunch and playdates.
But I had the greatest time. We all passed around a coupon for buy one get one free entrees and just laughed and talked for a couple of hours. And instead of feeling like I was crashing their family lunch, I felt like I was part of the family. I even shared a bit of chocolate cake that was passed around, which they said made me part of the family. And I'm perfectly willing to be part of a family that shares chocolate!!!
And now for a story. On Saturday I decided to get the boys some church shoes. They have somehow both managed to lose one of their church shoes. They've been wearing tennis shoes, but it just bugs me. So I went to Payless because they're having their BOGO sale right now. I found a really cute pair for the Hulk, and a not-so-cute-but-good-enough pair for Spiderman. Except they didn't have the right size for him. I went ahead and got the shoes for the Hulk. The salesperson checked other stores in the area and found two the had Spiderman's size. She gave me a receipt with the names and numbers of those two stores, plus a coupoon for $3 off since I was having to go to different stores. She told me just to keep the receipt for the shoes I did buy, and I'd get half off.
So I went to the first store and they didn't have any in his size, even though they were supposed to. I then called the other store, so it wouldn't happen to me again. When I finally got through, the man told me they didn't have any in an eight, either.
So to re-cap, both stores that supposedly had the shoes in his size didn't. Great.
I went to another mall in the area, shopped a few stores, then decided to check the Payless there, even though it wasn't on my list as having the right size. Of course this time the list was right, and they didn't have any. I stopped by one more Payless on the way home, just to check. Nope. Then I went to the Shopko in my town (they sell Payless shoes). By the way, this was the second store on the list that was supposed to have the shoes. I had already called them, but decided to go check for myself, since sometimes (most of the time) computers and shelves don't match up.
Of course this time they did. NO SHOES.
I went to FIVE payless stores, and didn't find the right size.
They told me to keep my receipt and coupon and check back in a week or so - they'd be getting more. So I might go check tomorrow.
But here's the kicker. This is the pair I bought for the Hulk.
Cute, huh? They work as tennis shoes, but are nice enough for church. My boys usually wear cargo pants and polos, so these match. I didn't need really dressy shoes.
I wake up this morning to find this:
No. Max found the pair I JUST bought that double as church and everyday shoes.
And just for kicks - here's my lunch:
For the first time EVER, I'm sending Christmas cards! We have pictures, I picked up cards on clearance last year, I have stamps.......it's really gonna happen. I don't have a letter, but I'm not writing one.
So if you want a Christmas card, (translated: family pictures) send me your adress. My e-mail is email@example.com
A purple tote. Oh how I've longed for a purple purse. This one would do, or more of a hobo style like this one:
This was the best picture we could get of my parent's grandkids. They were all about done taking pictures by this point.