Asterisk Time Again

* I really don’t like it when people say you should live like you’re dying. I get it and everything, but I’d rather live like I’m living.

* Stepped on a slug the other night. Barefoot. Uh huh. Was just going in the back yard with Togo to enjoy the beautiful spring night sky right before bed. It was late and I didn’t have the lights on. Let me tell you, I will never forget the feeling of my foot beginning to come down on that thing before I realized what was happening and a low, guttural, moan began to emit from somewhere deep down, which gradually got higher and higher until I was yelling. YELLING. In the back yard at 11:00 pm on a week night. With my neighbors’ bedroom window less than 20 feet away. I couldn’t help it. I had no choice. For those of you who have never had this opportunity (as far as I know, my brother-in-law and I are now part of an elite club), I will tell you that it is not pleasant. Those suckers are like tar. Impossible to clean off the bottom of your foot. And I did try while continuing to yell, gag, dance and throw my head around in the circles the entire time that I had my foot at head level in the kitchen sink while scrubbing with hot water and dish soap.

* I love to say the word “delete” as though it’s a Spanish word. Deh-leh-tay. Try it. It’s amazing. The d and the t both have a soft sound in Spanish, where you keep your tongue between your teeth and the difference between them is minimal in this word. You almost can’t hear the difference and yet you can. I like to do it over and over, analyzing the amazingness of it all. It’s like the difference is only one millimeter between where one places one’s tongue between one’s teeth. I can’t believe one millimeter makes enough difference to change a sound. Deh-leh-tay. Wow.

*ONLY ONE WEEK LEFT OF SCHOOL FOR THE KIDS!!!!!!!! For those of you who have continued to follow my exciting life (which I admit, is not easy to follow here, since I can’t seem to keep up with it much at all anymore), you know that I am so darn-slabbit sick of driving on dad-blasted freeways that I am liable to start saying much worse words than these if I have to continue doing it without a break.

* Oh, but at the same time, I can’t tell you how happy I am that these girls that I love so much are at this little school that we love so much. How they have grown. I don’t think I’ve enjoyed anything this far in my experience of being a parent as much as I enjoyed seeing my daughters and their friends in the production of “Pirates of Penzance” a few weeks ago. Well, that and watching my daughter who has always hated reading absolutely come alive while reading things like Augustine’s “City of God” and somebody-else’s-I-have-no-idea-who-really’s “Beowulf.” The almost-last school event of this year was last night with the spring choir concert and the only thing left is graduation next week for the five wonderful seniors that I am really going to miss seeing around next year. In fact, I’m quite emotional about it all.

* I really don’t do very well talking theology and all, but that doesn’t mean that the thoughts aren’t up there, swirling around, all the time, all the time. I’m very grateful for our church and my dear husband who talks with me about all my swirly thoughts whenever, wherever.

* Life’s pretty good. I’m enjoying living it.

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  1. #1 by Tonia on May 24, 2010 - 8:09 pm

    I really like your astericks. They are pretty.

    I agree with number one. I think it’s a weird thing to say.

    Slugs= Ewwww and gross. Yes, I’ve had the delightful experience of stepping on them barefoot. Yuck

    Try as I might, and trust I’ve been trying for the last couple of days, I have NO idea how you are pronoucing delete in spainish. However, I have a pretty good idea of how you walk around saying it over and over in your oh so lovely Leslie way. How you are amazed at that one millimeter difference and the energy that resonates from that.

    My kids have three weeks of school left. Yea Summer

    I get confused on theology. I too have swirly whirly thoughts and sometimes I find clarification and other times I don’t. I’m grateful that I can go to Jesus whenever and wherever and talk things over.

    Yes- Life is pretty good. 😀

  2. #2 by Leslie on May 25, 2010 - 1:29 pm

    Tonia, you’re the cutest. I can’t believe we have another member to our oh-so-prestigious club of stepping on slugs barefoot. That’s cool. And thank you for trying as you might to say deh-leh-tay. I can see how it might be a challenge. I really appreciate the time you’ve put into it. I give you an A for effort.

  3. #3 by mom on May 26, 2010 - 5:54 pm

    I got in the shower a couple of weeks ago and wondered why there was a soft fluttery feeling under my foot that crunched after I applied full weight. Oh can you even guess–YES! the absolute worst possible guesses of all– the Godzilla of roaches was under my foot. I didn’t scream but sometimes the tiniest, ittiest, bittiest “eep” qualifies as a primal yell.

  4. #4 by mom on May 26, 2010 - 5:54 pm

    Therefore, I’m very sorry about your slug. Eep!

  5. #5 by Leslie on May 26, 2010 - 7:32 pm

    Oh, gross gross gross GROSS gross! I can’t believe you didn’t scream.

  6. #6 by Carlee on May 27, 2010 - 4:44 am

    I read this post a few days ago, and I can’t quit thinking about the slug. I had no idea that it would stick to your foot like that.

  7. #7 by Leslie on May 27, 2010 - 2:24 pm

    Thank you for thinking about it for days, Carlee. There sure are some nice people out there reading this sad excuse for a blog. You get an A for being so thoughtful.

  8. #8 by Carrie on June 1, 2010 - 9:14 pm

    #2: Yep. I have not myself joined that elite crowd, but my dear daughter Katie has, and let me tell ya’, if you screamed the way she did, I probably heard you all the way from here. Did I mention that she likes snakes. She likes spiders. She likes pretty much all the gross stuff most of us think are gross. But she HATES slugs. Yep, and she is the one who steps on them in her bare feet.

    I miss you Leslie.

  9. #9 by Carrie on June 1, 2010 - 9:17 pm

    Dianne, my foot squirms in my shoe in empathy for your foot. How utterly disgustingly horribly horrible! I’m almost throwing up just thinking about it! Ugh! And I totally get the tiniest ‘eep’ thing.

  10. #10 by Leslie on June 1, 2010 - 9:33 pm

    Oh, gross. This post is so gross. Dear, sweet girls like Katie shouldn’t step on slugs. Oh, poor Katie. I want to yell all over again just thinking about it.

    Don’t get the tiniest ‘eep’ thing at all. But I sure like picturing you cute little ‘eepers’.

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