Yesterday my son and I were eating chili and making wishes. In an effort to make chili more appealing to the children I told them that the only kind of beans we use in our chili is “wishing beans.” Each time you eat a bean, you get to make a wish. Pretty much every spoonful is good for at least one wish. It also makes for some good conversation at the dinner table. After we got health, happiness, money and big screen TV’s out of the way, my son wished that he had a better life. I asked him to elaborate and he stated that he thinks he gets too many time outs. I explained that getting time outs means he is learning lessons and that it doesn’t mean he has a bad life. I told him I got time outs when I was a kid too. This really peaked his interest, “did they have chairs back then then Mom or did you have to stand?” On my next bean I wished to remain forever young.
My daughter joined a bowling league this year and recently received two different envelopes in the mail with membership cards enclosed. Her first name was spelled wrong (but differently) on both of the cards. When I took her to league bowling on Saturday I explained what I received in the mail. I was told to pick the “incorrect spelling” that I liked the best and to keep that card. Next year they will mail out a new card with the correct spelling.
Yesterday I finally got a haircut. I searched and searched online until I found the perfect hairstyle, I then printed off a picture to show the stylist. I explained that I wanted my hair to look like the picture in the front but I wanted to keep it long in the back. She shook her head no and said she wouldn’t do it, that it would look like a mullet. She had other ideas and thankfully my hair turned out cute, I really like it. But I keep thinking “what if” she would have done what I asked?
Bishops restaurant recently closed at Kennedy Mall in Dubuque. It was my children’s favorite restaurant as they had a mini buffet just for kids complete with flashing lights, blue Jello and cookies. When he was smaller, my son called it “Push-Ups” because he couldn’t say Bishops. On Saturday my daughter and I stood looking through the window at the construction that was underway for a new store to move in. We were remembering all of the good times we had there. Some strangers began grieving with us and my daughter explained that it was her favorite restaurant because it was where she got to eat lunch
with her Grandma. One lady said, “I’m sorry she’s gone honey” and walked away. I’m not sure if she misunderstood and thought grandma was gone or if she was sorry the restaurant was gone. Bishops will be greatly missed.
While at the mall we looked at the animals for sale at the Humane Society as we always do. There was the strangest looking dog there, a Rottweiler, Basset hound mix. The dog had a long, short body and the head of a Rottweiler. It was the weirdest looking dog I’ve ever seen. It looked like a genetics experiment gone wrong. There were some crazy looking cats too. Two of them only had fur on their heads and the rest of their bodies were shaved. I suppose they had flees or something. Thankfully we left the Humane Society empty handed.
It’s time to get this bus moving passengers. In two days we will be pulling into February and that means less than thirty days until the book release. I received a message yesterday from a person telling me they
pre-ordered my book online. If you go to Amazon and search for A Complicated Life in a Small Town…..it’s there! It blows me away to see my book on Amazon, a
dream come true.