Wed
Oct
6
Today, on my way home, traffic was stopped on Highway 42. A couple minutes later, I hear sirens coming from behind me. I move my car over to the right and watch a fire truck and police cars navigate throught the traffic and pass me. Just when I think “Yay, traffic’s moving now!”, I realize that they are turning onto MY street! And the panic sets in. I start thinking, “OMG, what if they are going to my house!” and that leads to “Crap, did I leave my hair straightener on all day?…Is my house burning down right now?…My animals are going to die in the fire!….Why does this have to happen when Brett’s away on business!?” Well, sure enough, they passed up my house, it was fine. And I didn’t even see a smoke plume in the sky around the neighborhood. But now I’m wondering if everyone else always assumes it’s THEIR house that’s burning down. Am I crazy?
Sun
Sep
26
Since I was about 6 years old, the answer has always been Dirty Dancing or Steel Magnolias…but I think I need to bump those two down a notch. It’s Forrest Gump.
Forrest Gump: Will you marry me?
[Jenny turns and looks at him]
Forrest Gump: I’d make a good husband, Jenny.
Jenny Curran: You would, Forrest.
Forrest Gump: …But you won’t marry me.
Jenny Curran: [sadly] … You don’t wanna marry me.
Forrest Gump: Why don’t you love me, Jenny?
[Jenny says nothing]
Forrest Gump: I’m not a smart man… but I know what love is
Jenny Curran: His name’s Forrest.
Forrest Gump: Like me.
Jenny Curran: I named him after his daddy.
Forrest Gump: He got a daddy named Forrest, too?
Jenny Curran: You’re his daddy, Forrest.
Forrest Gump: You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father’s bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin’ was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t. Little Forrest, he’s doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He’s really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He’s so smart, Jenny. You’d be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can’t read it. I’m not supposed to, so I’ll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don’t know if Momma was right or if, if it’s Lieutenant Dan. I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away.
