Random Children

Well--yesterday after absorbing at least 3 liters of chlorine in Luke's pool, swallowing twice as much, getting a nice tan and a little closer to Joe than I would prefer, I watched Stephen Spielberg's giant rubber shark chew on people before collapsing in my room around 10:30. For those of you who haven't seen Jaws, let me vent. Okay--it really isn't a horrible movie...there are a few good jump scenes and...okay that's about it.
As a weathered and respected movie critic, these were a few of the problems.
#1 The actors. They were horrible.
#2 Okay, and the whole giant shark thing---I really wanted to believe it, I did!

It was fine until Mr. Speilberg decided to send his shark flying out of the water and onto the boat. I mean, I'm sorry, but the "hopping shark" was not impressive.
Maybe he should have used a stunt double.
Besides that, EVERYONE knows that sharks can't breathe unless they are moving. (Their gills are constructed in such a way that the shark must be moving, forcing water into the gills flaps so that the oxygen...Okay, I don't really know what I'm talking about---but what the heck do movie critics know anyway?!?) Point being--it's hard for me to believe that this shark could devour our fisherman friend out of water for five minutes. And the last thing about this shark, he like, couldn't close his mouth. He basically gummed his victims to death. My favorite was when guys on the boat start yelling that "he's biting through the ropes!" So then you see the glistening of the rubber sharks head, and the fury in his plastic eyes as Jaws somehow manages to "bite" through the ropes with his mouth open.
Maybe I'm rambling.
Maybe I make no sense.
But neither did JAWS and it made millions of dollars!

Change subject.

The title of my post "random children"refers to the insane amount of babysitting requests I receive on a daily basis. Like today for example. This morning at 8 o'clock, I watched the Worrell girls. Then, this afternoon, I went swimming with Alexander. And now, I have in my care FIVE CHILDREN. Of course, I'm not complaining. Just providing an intellectual reason for my post title.

Oh yes--and for all my fans who don't know yet (and care)

I'M GOING TO INDIANA WESLEYAN!!!!!

I went sometime last week to register and buy my books, and revel in the sweet confidence of my future. I'm really excited, and my summer has become even more enjoyable now that I don't have to worry about this anymore!

Well besides all of this---I got nothin'. I just fed all of my children French Toast sticks however, and the syrup with which they drowned this microwaved delicacy had an ungodly sugar content. Thus, I'm assuming that the random thuds, screams, and crashes coming from downstairs are telling me something. Either they've invented the lightbulb and are performing a ceremonious victory dance-----or Stephen has decided to give karate lessons.

Really gotta go! (I think I had a little to much syrup myself!)