Damn. Felix Mendelssohn is out of my network.
Seriously people, can I get an introduction around here?
You know who else is on LinkedIn? Bach, Beethoven, Mozart… I don’t mean to be crass, but I was under the impression that you had to be alive to have a profile. I guess I was mistaken.
When we walked down to the lobby the concierge said “Can I help you ladies?”
I said: “Yes. This might sound strange, but I am looking for the Wienermobile.”
All three of us stifled back some laughter and he said “Actually, I know exactly what you are talking about and it was parked out front earlier.”
I was excited. When I woke up that morning I saw this from my hotel room window.
THE WIENERMOBILE!
I know. It is kind of stupid, but did you know that they don’t just let anybody ride in The Wienermobile? I know this because the commoners who were walking by (and by commoners I mean people who weren’t at my conference) weren’t allowed on. But the wiener lady let Laurie and I get into the giant hot dog!
We’re laughing like that because the wiener lady would not stop saying things like “Does one of you want to sit shot bun?” and “We’re all wieners” and “It is bunderful.”
Really. She did. And she did it deadpan.
And she didn’t stop as we drove around Houston.
To be frank with you it was fairly surreal.
The wiener lady gave me these stickers. That said “I tweeted from the Wienermobile”.
So I did.
And it was good.
When we got back to the hotel we ran into Tanis and took some more pictures because 1) It was a blogging conference and that is what we do and 2) IT WAS THE FUCKING WIENERMOBILE!
It isn’t even 5:00 PM yet and my county has already canceled school tomorrow due to Snopocalypse II: Electric Boogaloo.
The kids are going ape shit. They already tried to wash the mirror with bright purple foaming kids soap.
My local twitter prognosticators are saying that school probably won’t be back in until Tuesday at the soonest.
I know that one to two feet is a lot of snow but wow.
When I was at the grocery store yesterday there was a huge run on hot dog and hamburger buns. I’m still fairly new to snow, is one supposed to barbecue during a blizzard? Is it like the Fourth of July? Because my plan was to sit on the couch with a blanket and read a nice book or something.
I just got a text that said there was a run on Spam at Costco. SPAM. It is a snow storm not a nuclear holocaust.
I guess what I am trying to say is that I understand we stand a chance of getting 24 inches of snow. I understand that 24 inches is an assload of snow, but can’t we all just calm the hell down and stay inside?
And by stay inside, I mean after school on Friday, and only until Monday morning.
My children believe in God.
That isn’t that big of a deal except that we aren’t very religious people.
My children believe in God and they like to tell me that. A lot.
Sometimes I think they like to rub it in because I am an Atheist, and while I support their beliefs I’m not really sure where they came from. None of their grandparents or parents currently practice any religion and if any of them have any strong beliefs either way they aren’t really talking about it.
My children believe in God and they believe that he is an invisible giant with no feet.
And I say If he is invisible how do you know he is a giant? And how do you know he isn’t a she? I want to be supportive. I want them to know that I am a well-wisher for whatever belief system they choose to ascribe to. I have chosen my own, but that doesn’t mean I think that they have to believe what I believe. I want them to be able to think for themselves. I want them to be able to choose for themselves.
My children believe in an invisible, giant God with no feet.
Their deity inexplicably has no feet.
And they are (well, at least the boy is) scared of the puppet devil.
And I’m not sure why.
I have no idea how to deal with that. How to I explain the the puppet devil isn’t real when they know I don’t believe in God either. I mean sure, I say, Well, he is a puppet. He is felt with some guys hand up in there. And they say Why can’t you see the guy? and I say Because he is squatting down where the camera can’t see him and that just isn’t good enough for them.
For right now my kids believe in an invisible giant God with no feet and the puppet devil.
And I’m not sure to what to do with that information besides tell you about it.
