I hate to waste a good title on a bunch of people who don't get it, so if you do, give me a little shout. So the other day I was listening to NPR and I have to admit feeling mildly confused. The guest was some phsychologist-type person, and as I tuned in, he was describing a lady who sometimes has a hard time enjoying a scenic drive because it calls to mind the transcience of life. I'm listening, thinking the lady sounds reasonable and I feel for her, when the good doctor starts lambasting her emotions with labels like "death anxiety" and, my personal favorite, "death terror".
Raelynnie--
First of all, the woman's concerns seemed pretty mild, I thought; and second, what kind of idiot doesn't have some death anxiety? I'm sensitive about this, because I recognize I have a smidge of crazy going for me in this category. And I can recognize that a thing like "death terror" has potential to immobilize a person and render life less meaningful. But I also think it can give you a push in the opposite direction, can give you a better appreciation for life. Because the fact is, you die. You can close your eyes, but it doesn't magically delete what sits in front of you. People who think they are invincible need the shrink, right? Right? Because there was a whole segment on NPR about this guy's book. But that's crazy. Another photo:
And speaking of people who think they are invincible, Mike's brother Paul cut off half of his left index finger. Had to retrieve it from the saw. They sewed it back on, and we all hope it will be ok. And the week before, Mike's brother Todd had a similar saw accident and almost lost an eye. Again, he was lucky and there will likely be no permanent damage. So I'm wanting to tell all my family to be careful and not do anything stupid. I mean, people, there are safety procedures to be followed! Follow them. Goggles and guards, got it?
And now, another picture. Did that help, Tiffany?
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I think I get the title. I mean, it fits with the post. But perhaps there is additional meaning I'm not picking up since I only THINK that I get it. MUST. SPEAK. SLOOOOOWLY. For those of us with a few less brain cells.
Cute pictures. I saw your V-day card at Tiffany's last night (haven't checked my mail for a week or two, but there better be one in my mailbox). Cute kiddies!
Yes, the pictures did help. And no, your title was (unbelievably) not lost on me. CAn I just say that Miles cracks me up? The picture with the flower behind his ear... Jack would never had agreed to that. miles is so cheeky. Rae is stunning as always, and fat Paige is delicious. As for what you wrote, well, I can't read.
Oh, and thanks for the creepy egg supply.We have not begun, but it should be life-changing.
Yeah, Miles was cracking up and having a good time when we were taking the pics, but when he saw the card, he goes, "hate that one, hate that one, like that one, love that one," etc. And naturally he hated the flower one. Didn't really care, though. Still, that ought to teach him a valuable lesson--if you don't want it out there, maybe you shouldn't pose that way.
1) Your kids are ridiculously gorgeous.
2) I didn't want to feel dumb (negated by saying so?) so I googled your title - nice reference! I guess that's why English is your thing.
3) Barrett is not afraid of dying and I think there's something wrong with him.
your blog is SO cute! i found it on carrie's blog. your kids are adorable. i hope you can come to the party for the nelsons. it will be fun. oh, we have a new blog, it is www.web.mac.com/sarabaddley. hope to see you soon!
My mom said she saw you in Colorado for you Dad's 60th b-day. I'm jelous- she keeps seeing all my old friends. Last month it was Kathy, Brain, and crew. Hope you had a good trip! I had to google the title- poetry was never my thing. Your kids are beautiful and Rae looks so much like a Fitzwater I feel like I'm looking at a little Autumn.
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