Random thoughts-- extreme edition

So Anna ate some dog poop yesterday. She puts lots of things in her mouth-- dirt, rocks, toilet paper, socks...but this is something that a mom never wants to see her child holding. So I grabbed the fresh, soft poop away from her and promptly started shouting "Wipe! I need a wipe stat!!"
Luckily, I was at a playgroup and some moms pitched in with wipes and hand sanitizer. Later that afternoon at Anna's one year check up I asked her doctor about that. And our pediatrician said that dog poop definitely won't harm her. I remember one of my friends who witnessed the event said that there was a small white dog running around at the same time. I would like to think that maybe that dog was a little lap dog who only ate organic dog food and was never allowed near dumpsters. I mean, if Anna is going to try dog poop, it might as well be the high end kind.


I hate recycling. I love recycling. I hate recycling. Yeah, I feel good about doing something for the environment, but sometimes I long for those days of ignorance when I blissfully tossed everything into the same trash receptacle. Now I feel guilty when I toss a can or a box or anything else that I know CAN be recycled into our regular trash bin. My recycling efforts are somewhat sporadic-- dependant mainly on how high the recycling bin is already filled and how long I can postpone taking it out to the big recycling dumpster outside.

I need to develop a taste in music. This is what I told Richard today as he left for work: "Today, I am going to develop my taste in music!" which promptly led to a joke about not eating too much of it.
Growing up I just listened to the music wafting out of my brother's bedrooms from down the hall. I think I have bought two cds in my life-- a Simon and Garfunkle cd and a Nickel Creek cd, and actually, that might be it. I know I like some jazz, but not all of it, some pop, but only certain artists. I know I don't like rap, but sometimes they mix really cool chorus' in there with the rap which makes me want to listen to it. And now I listen to Raffi cds in the car. "They are for Anna" I say, but it is me who is singing along!
When someone asks me what kind of music I like, I want to be able to have a definitive answer, and right now, I don't. It might be my new project. To open up Pandora, and start recording what songs I like, along with the artist. Kind of like a research study.

I just read a book entitled "The particular sadness of Lemon cake." It is about a girl who can taste people feelings and emotions in the food that they make. So she can tell when her mom is sad or depressed, or when a lunch lady is having a bad day, or when a baker is angry or rushed. Not the usual super power to have. It made me think about what someone might taste in the food I make. Would they taste contentment or boredom, happiness or anxiety, fulfillment or wanting. I think that for the most part, they would taste that I am happy with my life, even if I do feel occasionally lost sometimes.