Deep Thoughts and Reflections.

The other day I was talking to my mother and I said that something ( I forget what, i think it was some kind of food, ha) was "ballin"-meaning that it was really good. My mother hears this and goes, "CAROLINE!!! That is so rude!! b-a-l-l-i-n-g?" and I, laughing, had to assure her that it is, in fact, not a rude term because it does not have to do with...ahem...those balls. (This is coming from the woman who insists that the word coozie (as in, a beer coozie [I pronounce it coo-zee, not coe-zee-am I the only one?]) in the way I pronounce it means a private female part down south).

And now for something completely different:

When I was driving to work today, I started to really really desire having kids, because I was behind an elementary school bus and it was adorable seeing them run to the bus and their parents waving goodbye to them. Do I have a boyfriend? No. Do I have a stable job? Negative. Do I have a house to raise them in? Not my own, anyway. But still. I want. Also, I'd like to point out that the majority of the parents waiting with the kids at the bus stop were fathers. Was anyone else's father given this particular duty? Mine totally was. He'd drive us to the top of the driveway when it was cold, and then drive to work after we got on the bus. We were total "latchkey" kids too, at least once we got to middle school. Win!