Yesterday was Anna’s Sunday to sing on the praise team at church. That means I sit alone with the four children at church. Surprisingly, I don’t really have any horror stories. My only issue was keeping the little Ethiopian quiet during church.
It must be pretty confusing for Cooper though. All day, every day we encourage him to talk. He probably thinks his old man has lost his mind when I’m suddenly telling him to pipe down.
Speaking of confusing (what an incredible tie-in), here are a few other things that confuse me…
Tomato Juice on Airplanes
This week I have travel for work. It’s almost guaranteed that someone around me will order tomato juice while I’m on the plane. Who are these people who drink tomato juice? I’ve never seen someone in any other setting ask for tomato juice. Do I just run in the wrong the circles? Am I just oblivious to the tomato juice craze going on around me? Do others notice this when they are on a plane?
Family Grocery Shopping
I’m all about family. We have a large family and I love spending time with them. But I’m always perplexed when I go to the grocery store and I see an entire family grocery shopping. The kids are miserable and so are the parents. I understand when one parent has to take the children because the other parent is at work or tied up with something else. But who says, “hey honey, why don’t we load the whole family up and get all of our groceries for the week?” That just seems like a miserable experience for all.
BCS
By the time this is posted, my team will be either in or out of the championship. People will cry foul no matter what happens and will say that this year the system was crazy enough to finally force a playoff. I’ve been talking about this for years, but when are people going to realize that the people in charge have no incentive to move to a playoff system. The bowl systems lobby hard and make millions of dollars. The BCS is controlled by a handful of presidents who don’t want to share the wealth. The system is what it is. It’s much more complicated than that, yet it’s about as simple as that as well.
Santa
I’ve read several blogs and posts about why people don’t do Santa with their family. And I agree with all of their points. (Make sure you read this sentence again before you send me any nasty comments) Here’s the one thing point I can’t reconcile in my mind. I’ve never met someone who was emotionally scarred because their parents carried on the Santa tradition. Have you ever met someone who said, “Once I found out that Santa wasn’t real, my whole life fell apart.” Again, I agree with those that chose not to do it, but I’m still waiting for this book to come out “The Santa Effect… The Reason for the Moral Decay in Our Country Today.”