Peggy's Pretty Priceless Passing Points

1. Before I begin prolifically pondering pretty priceless passing points, I must tell you about my day. 4 years ago today, I married a young lad known to his mother as "Scott" and to me, lovingly, as "The Boy." Ahhhh..it seems like yesterday. But it wasn't. And I ride bikes. Soooo after The Jack's nap, we ventured out to purchase 4 balloons (one for every year for those of you lacking skills to decipher deep symbolism.) and on my way to the old Dollar Tree or All A Dollar or whatever the place is called, my dearest little seester calls to tell me they've moved her due date up a month (!) So we're discussing my voyage to the land Idaho for the delivery of said little fern and I commence removing Jack from the Torture Device (read: carseat). I tossed my keys into the front seat, where my purse was--talking, talking, removing Jack, removing Jack and shut the car door. It took me less than a nano-second (did I just say NANO SECOND? (yes you did because you are married to an engineer that teaches you cool words to use with friends -the boy out) HEY! HE HACKED INTO MY P5!!! Guest authors NOT allowed! I walk away to talk to a friend from the Philippines for 5 minutes and THIS happens. I feel dirty. Anyway...that's How you know you're married to an engineer. Using words like "nano second" not feeling dirty. Although I guess it depends on the engineer.) to realize I'd locked my keys in the car. Luckily I had Jack out! So my sister calls me dumb and we hang up. And I began swearing under my breath. I made some calls, get ahold of roadside assistance, and they tell me someone will be there in 10 minutes. I think by 10, they meant 30. A nice lady in a new Chrysler tells me she USUALLy carries a Slim Jim but just today put it in the garage (!) So Jack is sucking down the water in his sippy cup while we're standing outside the dollar store waiting for locksmith and I suddenly feel something warm on my side. Jack peed on me. Not just a little. A LOT. I put him down, but he really dug this potential freedom and wanted nothing more than to run in the parking lot, moving cars be...danged. I picked him up again, this time holding him on the OTHER side and I feel a sickeningly familiar warm sensation on that side. The kid peed on me a SECOND time! Good grief! Well, finally, like 10 years later, locksmith shows up (in a beat up, rusty Suburu Justy with no business name on the car or anything...interesting) took the slim jim to the car lock and voila! I'm in. I paid for my dang balloons, ran into the ShopKo and got a new shirt for me and new shorts for Jack. Nice.
2. A good (though very odd) friend had this to offer to the ole' P5. Why isn't there something like a turkey timer on eggs that pops up when they're done boiling? While I applaud her thinking outside the bun, duh, Steph. It'd crack the shell! However, if I may--perhaps something could be done so the shell changes color when it's done? Perhaps it turns purple or something? Not only would this eliminate runny yolks (doesn't that just ruin your day?) it would definately cut back labor for the Easter Bunny. I'll talk to God and get back to you on this one.
3. Why does the Easter Bunny bring eggs? Shouldn't it be the Easter Chicken?
4. Mmmmm...Johnny Cash just came up on my shuffle. FYI--I'm into my 3rd month with the Johnny Cash CD STILL in my car. There's just no other CD I'd rather listen to!
5. I need a tractor beam. Think they sell them on Ebay?
6. I got a new vaccuum for my anniversary. That may seem like a crappy gift to some of you, but those of you who know me well, know that it's just the greatest thing EVER! I'm so excited to vaccuum tomorrow!! Wahooooo!
7. I think it'd be fun to have a time machine. Like Bill and Ted's whatever adventures...I could go to the past and bring people to the present. Well, my present. Their future. It'd be a good time. Of course, they'd probably be shocked to see women walking down the street in nothing but their under-roos for the sake of fashion.
8. I'd like to visit a nail factory someday. I bet people who work in nail factories take their jobs for granted. Do they have little molds they pour stuff in to form nails? The idea just fascinates me.
9. I hate movies with sad endings. Well, not ALL movies with sad endings, but I hate the movie City of Angels. She dies! She freaking DIES! What a crappy way to end the movie. Maybe it was karma since the angel gave up angel-ness for a chick. (Why would you do that? I mean, Meg Ryan is adorable, but dude--you were an angel.) I suppose it's good for SOME movies to have sad endings. If you were watching City of Angels, all smug that you figured out at the beginning that he was gonna stop being an angel to be with her and then WHACK! Hit by a semi! Keeps people guessing, I suppose. But maybe there could be a thing at the end that says, "Um, actually, in a miraculous turn of events, that was the twin sister she never knew she had. The REAL fern in love with the angel married him and lived happily ever after, giving birth to 10 angel children who have paid for their college educations doing toilet paper commercials. Just an idea.
10. I don't know how ANYONE can eat lobster. How would you feel if YOU were the lobster? Swimming happily in your gigantic tank, trying to ignore rumors that you were going to be eaten someday. (I can understand how that lobster feels--when I was in the Missionary Training Center, Elder Zitterkopf told us that we would have to give stool samples. We didn't believe him until we were sent to the clinic and given brown paper sacks.) Anyway, lobsters. Living their lobster life when all of a sudden, they're taken from the tank (think the stuffed animals in Toy Story in the claw machine) and then BOILED ALIVE! Inhumane. They should make it a felony.