mish mash

So I've met a bunch of people recently and part of me thinks I knew them all already.  This same feeling hit me when I arrived on my very crowded in-state public college campus nearly nine years ago.  So many people.  So many faces and voices and handwritings.  I started wondering if I had dreamt about them before or known them before or if maybe there are only a handful of people-types and we are all built on the frames of those types, assembly line style.

I had a friend in high school who had never ever chewed a piece of bubble gum.  He just kept on not ever chewing bubble gum, just because, just because he never had before, just because he liked the contrast.

I have never been on a ferris wheel but I'd like to give one a try.

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THANK YOU for your comments on my Target story.  Even Luke is threatening to read it because his mom and aunt were talking about it in his shop today.  Yep.  Luke might read my blog.  This is big.

You all made me feel so much better.  I wish I could hug you and we could chug two beers and laugh about it together.  If I chugged three I might even reenact things. 

Oh! And the end of the story!  We did get the chairs.  My mom went back the next morning and they were still there and she got them for me.  (I love you mom.)

They look like this:





(The floor, however, does not look like that, not anymore.  The photos were taken two seconds after vacuuming, so two seconds before someone dumped out a box of cereal or threw their sippy or ate anything or walked around in the dry grass and then inside or, you know, lived, within the general area of the dining room.)

And I am currently trying to convince Luke that we need a 6th family member in that 6th Target chair.  You know.  Someday.  I think we do.