Nelson Mandela won the crab race but michael jackson isn't dead!

so i go for a nap in my room and i step out

thinking

im going to sit in quiet, enjoy the rhythm of the ocean and blog but

no

i walk outside and the issue is:

will it be montgomery or mandela?

two strips of wood placed paralell, made the racetrack for the crabs that have fallen victim to the ridicule of drewlick students.

the race ended and Madela wins!

so the debate started and students applauded themselves of their bets,

then

taylor walks out and says, in a suprisingly calm voice, "wait, guys, michael jackson died"

the five seconds of swallowing such a fact includes the following:

asking 3 times if its true,

questioning your own sanity

asking yourself if you remembered to take your possible-sideeffects-include-hallucinations maleria pill

AND LASTLY remembering "wait michael jackson can't die".

i looked it up and after it was found the it was only cardiac arrest we continued naming number 4 Madonna and number 6 britney spears

with the releif and celebration we moved on giving montgomery a few more chances to win

but

we also saw orphanage today

i stepped out afterwards hoping god didnt give me overies

having a kid now seems like alot of work, raising a strong standing independent human had me already a little bit worried and after an hour of cradleing, i was left emotionally drained.

i realized the first disaster is

[disaster is an understatment if you take into consideration the learning of the world word 'no']

is the kid learning to crawl

a gang of babies crawled away and crowded in the doorway

and you knew they were up to trouble

one baby, the one that was constantly crying, unsatisfied with his nursery limitations, even managed to open the door.

while these babies were a load to deal with, and reminded me even of the diffulty of taking care of myself, i realized how much effort is put in by the people working there. not just physical. scorching sun doing laundry is tireing in itself, but caring for all these kids who hardly have any relation to them... and not just caring, nurturing, giving up affection, takes more then just a good breakfest.

but if you use the term 'giving up', it sounds almost as though caring is an act of subtratcation. as though there is less of you afterwards

..........

i dont beleive that

mona k