Destiny

(note: Caroline, before this post is over, I swear I'll tell you about Swimmy.)

This is my niece, Destiny.

She's really cute, no doubt about that. She's five now, going on thirty. I swear, this girl is too smart for her own good. When my sister and the kids moved in, she was very upset and said that this wasn't her own house or her own walls. she was mad. Additionally, when my sister broke off her engagement she was mad because it meant she wouldn't have a new daddy-figure in her life. Naturally, she made up a song that said "I'm daddy-less, but I'm fabulous." The poor kid. While I was home, she asked me what my job was. I told her I didn't have one and she literally yelled at me, "Ginger! You are twenty! Get a job!" What kind of five-year-old does that? Her latest escapade has to do with the sad loss of one of my sister's babies. Ferb was just too little and he couldn't make it. Naturally, you can't just tell a kid that it's future little brother/sister has died. Destiny has a pretty good grasp on Heaven, so they told her that Ferb decided he wasn't ready to be born and went back to live with Jesus. She accepted that answer for about a week before she asked her mother where Ferb was. Heather told her that Ferb was in Heaven with Jesus. She said, and I quote, "No mom. His spirit is in Heaven. Where is his tiny, baby, body?" Heather didn't want to answer the question, so she sent Destiny to my mom. My mom tried to explain as best as possible that his body was just absorbed back into his mommy's body (which is a lie, but you can't tell a kid that a dead baby is just still in there). She was mad when she went back to my sister. "Mom! Is what Gamma said true? Why didn't you just tell me that." Something is seriously wrong with a kid who thinks that way. I love her. I'll try to post more things she says within posts on other topics.

As for Swimmy. The reason the book is so controversial and sometimes banned is because of the fear of the communist hoard (because the fish are red). What in the world? Yeah, it's crap. Congrats to Sean who guessed mostly correct (even though his guess didn't have much to do with the actual things said in the book, but the release date). So, what treat would you like Sean?

Death

I think about dying a lot. Like, more than most people, a lot. If that freaks you out, you probably shouldn't be reading my blog. The idea of death doesn't bother me (my own). I don't want anyone else to die, but the thought of dying is ok by me. In some ways, I think I'd prefer it. A note here: I would never commit suicide, so don't worry about that. I'm not tryin to be insensitive here, I'm serious. I was watching Grey's Anatomy with Sarah the other day and one of the characters has a problem that will kill her in a maximum of four months. I immediately started thinking of what I would do if I had four months to live. Not things like go sky diving or anything like that, more like tell people what I think (the good things that might not be socially acceptable) etc. This is probably not a good thing to think about. I just think dying would be easier.

There is an overpass on the main highway at home (interestate 95 for anyone interested). People seem to use this overpass a lot to jump off when their life gets too hard. A lot of the time they make a big scene and shut down traffic for a long time and still jump (not that I'm saying it isn't worth it to shut down the highway to try and talk someone down). On March 16th, a man quietly pulled his black SUV over to the side of the road, got out, and jumped off the bridge. This man's name was Paul Mitchell. He was a friend of my father's. His wife has been wheel chair bound and severely ill for about twelve years. Apparently his life got too hard. All weekend my dad thought he should call Paul because he hadn't talked to him for awhile. Monday it was too late. Please watch out for the people you know. You never know what can happen.

This is the bridge people jump from. As you can tell the river is not deep enough to give anyone a chance.