Sunday, March 18, 2007

You know ...

Hardly a day goes by when I don't think, "I should blog about that." And then for lack of time, or energy, or something, it just doesn't happen.

Maybe I need to take it in smaller chunks again. Lately it seems like I have a lot to say, and no time to say it.

We had Emma's friend Meghan for most of the weekend. She's a great kid -- a very good friend to Emma. It was going to be a single-night sleepover on Friday, but after a break Saturday (so that Meghan could go to a friend's birthday party), we had her back again last night.

This afternoon we took the girls to the Tropics waterpark, in Shoreview. At the end of the afternoon, as I was waiting for Kristi and the girls to come out of the locker room, the people at the next table (in the snack bar area) were talking politics. Two couples, close to my age. Since Shoreview is Michele Bachmann territory, I shouldn't have been surprised at the references to "Obama Bin Laden" and Hillary the lesbian. Nor, I suppose, should I have been annoyed when one of the men suggested that if a Democrat wins the presidency next year, people will likely reconsider their votes after we suffer the inevitable nuclear attack. The part about how the media created the Iraqi insurgency, though -- that part was actually funny. Thanks for the chuckle, guys.

This was our second trip to Tropics with Meghan this month, and both times Emma swore she'd go down the big slide. Still 0 for slide. She wants her birthday party there again this year. Sigh.

Friday's sleepover was a St. Patrick's Day celebration. We told them (courtesy klund's lovely wife) that if you leave out cookies for the leprechauns, they'll visit and make mischief during the night. So we made cookies. But the girls wouldn't go to sleep. Instead they concocted several different varieties of leprechaun trap. Finally they passed out at about 2:00 am, and Kristi threw their clothes all over the room, sprinkled green glitter in their hair, and generally made mischief. (And took the cookies, of course.) (They were delicious.)