Super Funny

We had one of those classic "Did that really happen?" JD moments tonight at dinner. He said that he wished there were real super heroes. I struck a movie poster type super hero pose, Nix did a nice Wonder Woman stance, and then JD stood up and walked like an Egyptian. Think Steve Martin as King Tut. Rocky asked him what kind of super hero that was.
"Super Funny!"
And it was. Keep in mind that JD not only has never seen the King Tut bit, he really doesn't have a clue who Steve Martin is. He did see his version of Pink Panther, but prefers Peter Sellers. I asked him if he had the urge to learn to play the banjo just because it is funny. He does not. Although, he does feel that the bagpipes would be hilarious.
I wonder if Martin's parents are still living. I could use some parenting advice.

Since we are on the subject of "super" things. I am in the process of tweaking an idea. I'm working on a pattern for super capes/blankets for kids in the hospital. I'm experimenting with sizes and fabrics. Once I get it perfect, I'm going to make sure that the children's hospital will allow them, and if so I will be calling on friends to help me crank some out. I think my best option so far in a basic fleece that won't require sewing beyond attaching Velcro at the neck.

After I started working on this I saw this news story from Brazil about turning chemo into superhero treatments. This gives me hope that the cape idea will fly. If not, I'll give away my prototypes on here later on. If it does work, look for future begging for help and supplies.

No Privacy

I grew up in a small southern town that was made smaller by the number of people I was related to. Long before Facebook and twitter I was use to everyone knowing my business. There are two ways to handle this. You can try to shut everyone out and attempt to hide parts of your life, or you can just be open with who you are and what you do. I think you can probably guess which way I went. I was never gossiped about much partly because my life is too boring to be talked about, and partly because if there was something to be told, I was the one telling it. No one really ever has to wonder what I'm up to. I'm an over-sharer. Just try me. I'm an open book.
Having said all that, it is my choice to be that way. Never in a million years would I have thought that there was anyone out there that might be cataloging my online life. I'm a law abiding citizen. No one in the government should know more about me than that I am a voting, driving, married, mother of two, because those are the things I have documented with them. There is still part of me that hopes that is all the file on me says, but the truth is that I can no longer be sure about that. None of us can.
Whether or not these stories on the NSA and IRS pan out, the fact of the matter is that the government is watching closer than many expected and for reasons other than national security. It has gotten me to thinking about what I want my file to say about me.
If there is to be a file on me let it say this. I am a Christian. I believe there is one true living God. I believe in absolute truth, right and wrong, the sanctity of life starting at conception and ending with a natural death. I support the Constitution of the United States of America. Along with my family, these are the things that I will gladly stand for at any time. If you track me, do it for these reasons.

It is kind of like that old question preachers like to ask. If you were put on trial for your beliefs would there be enough evidence to convict you? I guess I just took care of that. 

Is there anything you'd be proud to be tracked for?