Report card

Noah taught Sarah's spelling lesson today.  At the end, he wrote up a report card for her.  He gave her a B and wrote, "She lies sometimes.  She doesn't try a bit."

Questions

I just opened an old notebook and discovered a list of questions I wrote in December of 1990.  These are the things I was pondering in my first year of college:

What is real?
How do we know that the universe and everything in it isn't expanding every day?
Is there a God?
How do we know we're not part of someone else's dream?
What lies outside our universe?
Why do people want things they don't need?
Where does my tuition money go?
Why don't all people speak the same language?
Is anyone really happy?
Is there a truly honest person anywhere?
What happens to us after we die?
Which came first, the can or the canopener?
How does the meter man get into everyone's houses?

Weird dream

Here's the dream I had last night:
I was in college, but I was living in Trivoli In the house where I grew up. I was taking a literature class about mystery novels.  The class was terrible, but the books were good, so one day I skipped class to stay home and read the book.  When my parents got home, I felt that I had to confess that I had skipped class. 

Somewhere in there I was eating a clementine, and for some reason I turned it over and spanked it, and bugs came flying out.  That freaked me out.  The mom of a kid I used to babysit 20 years ago was there, and she knew all about the bugs and explained them to me.  There were tiny white ones, which were the babies, and bigger brown ones and then the biggest ones, which looked like hairy tomato worms except their faces looked like those of a pug dog.  Ann (the kid's mom) pulled its forehead back, and it opened its eyes.  Ann recommended that I keep the bugs in a cage for about a month to observe them and then take them far away to release them, because when they're full grown, their fur weighs a thousand pounds.

I was still creeped out by the dogbugs, so I ran out the front door and across the yard, which was full of tall weeds.  As I ran through them, the weeds sprayed me with stinky green liquid.  Then my dad put me in his car to go for a drive, but as we were driving, somehow my dad wasn't in the car anymore. Instead it was a pastor and I think his wife and maybe someone else too.  We weren't driving very long before I realized I had no idea where we were. 

We were driving through this beautiful outdoor church.  Then we stopped, and I got on this train thing called the Spirit Ride.  It went super fast, and my hair blew off.  It whirled all around and then squished up like an accordion, coated me with chemicals, sprayed me with white paint, and then hosed me off with water.  The water was so powerful that it knocked my teeth out.  Noah's friend Addy was behind me, and some of her teeth came out, but they were baby teeth.  Then the ride operators passed out little bags of goo and said they would turn into yogurt during the next part of the ride.  They gave me two extra bags to make yogurt for those who couldn't do it themselves.  The ride started again, and I was working my bags of goo, but when the ride stopped, I didn't have any yogurt.  Everyone else was saying how delicious it was, and my grandma thanked me for making hers since she couldn't do it.

When I woke up, my mouth felt weird like there were no teeth in it.  Does anyone have any idea what any of that means??

Rumblings

Last night I was lying awake between a purring cat and a snoring husband.  They sounded similar, so why do I find one of them heartwarming and the other...well, not?

Miscellaneous

Jason hunted this poor robin down in the snow after dark and left it at our doorstep.  He was very proud.  Sarah drew the following picture of Jason stalking the robin:

My sweet little valentine

Wearing her special valentine hair accessory

Practicing

Telling time

Sarah was teaching Jason how to tell time.  He was very interested and kept trying to change the minute hand himself.

Since Jason's lesson went so well, she decided to teach Marty too.

Marty was not getting it, so Sarah told her to study the clock on her own for awhile.  Marty just doesn't care.

Freshly hatched kitten

Jason curled up and went to sleep in a dangerous spot today:  on Sarah's bed.  When Sarah discovered him, she put a pillow and her Webkinz cat next to him.  Hours later, Noah wandered in, saw the scene, and yelled, "Jason laid a kitten!"