So it’s come to my attention that there is some sort of Sock Monster living in my home, and that IT seems to have a preference for small socks. My guess is that the mess-making trolls invited IT over for a party, and that after having a grand old time with said trolls and the Devil Dog, IT opted to stick around. And why wouldn’t IT? It’s not like I’m not serving up a daily buffet of IT’s favorite yummies to gorge itself on; I swear I buy K a new pack of socks like every month to make up for all the ones that just keep vanishing.
And I know what you’re thinking—“C’mon woman, monsters? Pshaw! You just forgot where you put the damn things.”—but I swear to you, this is not so.
So now you’re probably thinking, “Well, K is six… she undoubtedly takes them off in weird places. Let’s be logical about this.” To which I must say…
Okay, ya, that’s somewhat possible, and likely the cause of at least a few of the missing socks (I have, on occasion, found them in toy boxes and between couch cushions), but more often than not, I watch the kid with my own two eyes as she peels them off at the end of the day and pops them into the hamper. It’s where they go from there that remains the mystery, and it’s the pondering of this mystery that has led me to believe in the dreaded Sock Monster.
Right before school began, I bought the kid two packs of brand new socks; that’s like twelve pairs, like two weeks ago. I am now down to about five full pairs, and seven mismatched socks. Since this same issue has occurred with so many of her older socks—there is nearly a full drawer of singles at this point that are losing hope in ever being reunited with their life mates—this has led me to believe that the Sock Monster does not so much enjoy eating the exact same meal twice. Sure, one purple sock with orange stripes is delicious, but two? Nah… not when there’s an orange one with purple stripes, a blue one with pink dots, a white one with red anchors, a green one with yellow flowers…
I suppose I can understand this to some degree; I generally don’t like to eat the same meal twice in a row either; but c’mon!!! A free meal’s a free meal right? Does this little bugger have to drive me nuts in the pursuit of a full belly? Plenty of parents (my little sister for one) are perfectly content to just let their kids wear mismatched socks. That’s all good and fine, but for some reason, mismatched socks drive me absolutely bat-shit-bonkers, and I just can’t bring myself to allow it. That pretty much renders the drawer of mismatched socks useless, but I can’t bring myself to throw them away on account of Murphy and his annoying law; the minute I toss them, their missing mates WILL magically reappear and I’ll end up banging my head against a wall for the rest of eternity.
At any rate, I am now considering the rationale of setting up a sting operation to catch the little beast. I’ll try negotiating with it, but if that doesn’t work, it’s either a quick and painless release back into the wild for him, or indentured servitude until I feel IT’s paid off IT’s tab in full.
I’ll let you know how that turns out.
I have somewhat odd habits when it comes perusing the news….
Though I’d like to keep up with current events on a more daily basis, I don’t always find the time for it. That, and there are just days when I’m not in an appropriate sort of mood for filtering all the negativity that comes with reading the latest news articles. One of the many side effects of being a chronic over thinker is that sometimes stories from abroad can cause me serious stress right here at home. As that I don’t much care for stress, I do try—at least on occasion—to avoid it when I can. Generally, I’ll scroll through the news topics once or twice a week when I’m feeling up to it, but I might go an entire month or two at time when I don’t.
Regardless of my current mindset, I like headlines. They tend to give you a decent picture of what’s happening in the world, and you get to pick and choose how much you really want to know. If the story seems interesting, or somehow relevant to my world, I’ll definitely pull up the whole article, and then often enough I’ll pull up a slew of related articles to get the entire picture. If the story, on the other hand, does not seem befitting of a current mood, I’ll just scroll on past. Sure, the headline sticks, but without all the juicy details, it’s harder to get really hung up on something.
Lately, I’ve been really trying to avoid news articles that relate to the imminent presidential vote in the states, since the idea of living in a world wherein a man like Donald Trump is in charge of anything stresses me out big time. But that’s not what I wanted to talk about this morning…
What I really enjoy, is when my semi-regular perusals land me with something good. Something positive. I tend to glom on to these sorts of stories.
Well, I got a good one right now….
I initially read about this yesterday when I was reading other blogs (not sure exactly which blog I was on at the time, sorry), and it brought an instant grin to my face. This morning, while doing a quick pass over current news articles, I came by the story again, and the grin was doubled…
You can read the full story here, but let me try and give you the gist..
Last Saturday in Mexico during a protest against same-sex marriage, a twelve year old boy got up before a crowd of an estimated 11,000 protesters, arms outstretched, as he performed what I can only think of as a one-boy anti-demonstration-demonstration.
Wait, did that make sense?
This tiny hero behaved valiantly in the face of hate and discrimination, standing up for what he believed in. Later, when asked by a reporter why he did it, the kid stated, “I have an uncle who is gay and I hate people that hate.”
There are rarely wiser words spoken than those uttered by children. They seem to cut everything down to its simplest form. There’s no mincing of words, and their ideas are rarely based on convoluted, antiquated philosophies. They simply are who they are, and they think how they think. It is my personal opinion that if the whole world could do that, it would be a much greater world indeed.
Anyway… I just wanted to share that because I can’t seem to get it off my mind. In my eyes, the kid’s a supersized hero in a teeny-tiny package, and I think he deserves some serious props.
Over the next few days/weeks I intend to add a bunch of new strings to the current balloon that is Scrambledbaconland. I thought fair warning was, y’know, fair, just in case you wanted to run while you still had the chance.
Okay, so there’s still an entertainment-type-thing (a place for me to yap about movies, books, TV shows, music, etc.) that I’ve been trying to work out since I touched down here, and there’s some half written posts about the individuals in my family group. I will get to all that… eventually. Additionally, as I’ve already warned you once, I was thinking about adding a little of my older fiction and poetry so it felt more like home (for me) around here, and it would seem as though I’ve come to a “yes” decision on the matter. This (I’m almost certain) will probably lead to newer poetry and fiction in the future. I make no promises that it will be any good—it probably won’t—but deal with it damn it! Thanks to my enduring immaturity, I am who I am and I do what I do, sense be damned!
So ya, a Poetry Corner category is forthcoming, and I’ve come up with a fun idea for dealing with a Halloween countdown that will, at least in part, involve a few short stories. Also, I wanted to start a Q & A kind of thing (done interview style of course, because I apparently can’t get enough of talking to myself) to help us get to know each other a little better, and there’s a few other odds and ends I have in mind. It should be interesting if nothing else.
I had to make a tough call between turning scrambledbacon.com into an all-purpose sort of blog, or starting a second blog meant to contain some of the other things that are always on my mind. As that I know how well I tend to deal with distractions (not well at all) I figured it safest to go the all-purpose route. At least for now. If I don’t feel it’s working…
Well, let’s just cross that bridge when we get to it, eh?