Two Notes from the Day

I was subbing today. It always amazes me at some of the conversations I hear during the day. For instance, a couple of girls were talking about going overseas this coming summer. They were basically shopping the different churches or organizations in the area to see what group was going to the best spot. Besides how disturbing the idea of shopping for a mission trip like it was a new pair of jeans was, I was amazed at how these girls were planning to go/had gone to Africa, but they didn't know if one could drive to Menomonee Falls. I was flabbergasted. It is as if the pendulum has swung the opposite direction, instead of not knowing important global issues and places, these girls didn't even know their backyard. It seemed like a farce to me.

Secondly, I went to my parents' house after subbing. After chatting for a few minutes with my mom about my father's latest antics and me attacking the chocolate stash, we decided to play speed Scrabble. I was first introduced to the game by Meg's family. The first time I played I remember being a little bit overwhelmed, but having a lot of fun. We all quietly worked on our various boards with an occasional GO or quick question on spelling. Playing the game with my mom is different - and always hilarious. I end up feeling like I spend as much time looking at her board as I do looking at my own. She is continually asking questions or making comments- How do you spell *enter various word*? Is ** a real word? I think you rigged the game. But you just said go. With each of her interjections, I look over at her board, spell a word, tell her that ** isn't a real word, but ** is, and try to figure out how we can improve her words to better her board. After what seems like a few minutes, but probably is just a quarter of a minute, I realize that I should probably get back to my own part of the game. She cracks me up. The thing that amazes me is that she hates speed Scrabble, but she plays. I don't know how mothers can be so unselfish.