I go to the supermarket, a lot, but this morning turned into more than just the regular shopping experience. It was a profound eye opener into the social traits of our sea floor neighbour, the crab. Here's the photo I took.
Looking at them, I realized what a remarkable animal they truly are. When I leave home to stay in another town, whether it be in someone else's home or in a hotel, I usually sleep in a room with a certain amount of privacy and comfort, and I thought how different our behavior would be if we found ourselves in the same situation as they were. Could we be placed in a hotel room with several dozen other people we didn't know, scurrying about from underneath the pieces of furniture to climb into the big soaker tub where we poop and pee in the water as we clamber and pinch our way to the top of the human pile of guests...all the while, holding no hard feelings?
Observing how peaceful they were in their tank, I realized we gave the crab the wrong name.
So, the other day I came home to be greeted by my vacuum, standing out of the closet and looking like this.
I was pretty disappointed and took it aside to have a little chat. I explained that sucking around in the middle of the afternoon with your cord a mess is just unacceptable. The rest of the world has been up and getting things done since 6 this morning. During this learning moment, my mum phoned and told me that she had stopped in and had quickly pulled out the vacuum to pick up a little mess she had made, but then had to leave in a hurry. Of course after hanging up the phone and thinking of my talk with the vacuum, I felt like a complete idiot. Anyway, I sucked up my pride and apologized to the vacuum. Learning moments are good. :)
Tonight I stopped in a grocery store to pick up some food and there were some lemon tarts that caught my eye. The "packaged on" date was Dec 2nd. At first, I thought that was a typo, but then I realized that's too far in advance to be one, so then I realized that the grocery chain has some type of time machine, and they're going forward in time to get their product! Then I thought, why would they be doing that? If it was me, I wouldn't go forward in time to get baked goods, I would go back in time to get something worthwhile. For example, it's Thanksgiving down south, and look at this bird from the Late Cretaceous.
Is it just me, or would the idea of leftovers till Easter be fantastic?
Today I was thinking about what picture I'd post for the first picture to post for the first time. And I picked this one! My all-time favourite, beautiful, wee baby girl (although, getting less wee everyday).
The previous posting was placed by my friend and site administrator John.
Thank you, my dear friend, I appreciate your hard work but do feel that as the owner of the site, I should've been the one to post the first post. Anyway, what's done is done.
But hey, I've come up with a story for the picture you've posted! :)
It starts off like this...
Once upon a time there was a site administrator who over stepped his bounds. As he skipped gingerly through the field, carrying his yellow water balloons, from out of nowhere, a rabid, cheese-eating prairie dog burst from his hole in the ground and bit hard into his back...
Ha, ha! Just kidding! I think that's an excellent way to start the blog and I love water balloons, too!
Where did you get that old photo of me?