Death and Taxes

It bugs me that I know a lot of people that act like it's a big deal that they're doing their taxes, getting their oil changed in their car, and getting jobs that don't involve serving food, folding clothes, or running a cash register.

Oprah

Many, many months ago Chris and I watched an episode of Oprah where a man forgot to drop his son off at daycare one morning. The boy was stuck in his car seat in the hot car all day and died in the parking lot of the man's office.

Chris casually mentioned to me yesterday, "Remember that episode of Oprah we saw? Do you ever double check the back seat to make sure you dropped Martha off?"

My response: "Yes, daily."

I think that horrible story stuck with both of us. Sometimes I even check the back seat twice just to make doubly sure that Martha isn't there when I'm driving to work.

Chris asked if I thought it was possible that my mind could ever go into auto pilot like that man and I could forget that she was there. I said I could totally see that happening to someone, but not me. Why not? I have no idea. I mean, I'd like to think that I could never make a mistake like that, but one can never be 100% positive.

It breaks my heart to think about the guilt that the man feels having accidentally forgotten his little boy and caused his death.

Children just aren't supposed to die before their parents. There's an order to things. And when the order gets all screwed up and it's your fault, I mean, how would someone be able to handle that? So horrible.

BRAINZZ

I saw a vanity licens plate that said "BRAINZZ" this morning. That's the only one I've ever seen that I approve of.

Last night I started on week #2 of the Couch to 5k training that I'm doing. This week it's alternating running for 90 seconds and walking for 120 seconds. Cardio-wise, I can keep up. It's just getting my leg muscles to keep going that's the problem. I was able to finish though and I know it'll get easier the next time.

I gave blood again this morning at work. The prick on my finger hurts worse than the actual spot in my arm that they jammed in needle into. Don't they know I need this finger to type? I always find it funny when they ask what your birth gender is in the pre-screaning.

Ok, so you guys know how good I am at buying and selling stuff on Craigslist. I'm a pro. It makes me sad to admit this, but I cannot sell Chris's iPad for the life of me. I've gotten to the point with 2 people where we're about to set up a day and time to meet and they've both backed out. And then there's the lady that gave me attitude because I won't take $400 for my $769 item. Since Chris is selling this just because...and not because we need the money for anything in particular, we both agreed that $500 is the lowest we would take. Even though I haven't seen ANY other ads that are as low as ours, I just can't sell it. I'm about 4 days away from admitting defeat and keeping the iPad. And it doesn't help that the new iPads are being released soon.

Right.
So.

Lastly, I'm determined to capture Martha singing on video. That kid will dance to anything, but it's hard to catch her when she's singing. It's the most adorable soft spoken voice that I never want to forget. This is my current challenge.