Our last store day of March, the year is flying by.
Don't you tell me it's only three months in, blink hard enough and it'll be December again.
They opened up a new sub shop, Jimmy John's, in Jefferson City.
We tried that for lunch today.
I got what they call an unwich, which is simply your choice of fillings in a wrapped lettuce leaf.
Well, I messed up and forgot to remove the extra lettuce.
The tuna salad was just overpowered by tons of lettuce.
Cowboy didn't like the restaurant.
The bread was dry and the meat too tough.
I'd like to give it one more try, and leave off the extra lettuce.
There isn't a lot to say about the rest of the day.
It was a day like every other around here.
Things rarely change.
Badger and I got our walk in, it wasn't a big walk but just getting out of the house for a few minutes helps.
We won't be able to walk next week, they're having the little boys funeral at the Baptist, and then I think area churches are planning prayer vigils or something.
I've not kept up.
The boy would have turned twelve in May, Gealach turns twelve in April.
I told Peacock to keep an eye on her, be open, talk with her.
Children shouldn't think suicide is the answer to a temporary solution.
Of course when you're in the midst of being bullied you don't think it will ever end.
All you want is peace and death seems like the ultimate peace.
You don't, you can't think of how it will affect your family, how the person who finds your body will be affected the rest of their life.
All you want is for the pain to end.
I wonder if they even understand that death is final.
They have video games and movies where you die but the next scene you're alive.
You have to wonder if they truly understand life isn't the video game or the movies.
Well yeah.
It sucks, and I've been there, I've been bullied.
I didn't get peace at school or church either and then I came home, and my home life was just as much of hell.
Never once though did suicide cross my mind.
I can't understand this new generation, I can't.
And I'm not stupid, people have been committing suicide at all ages since man stepped out of the primordial ooze.
It just seems to be getting more and more common and more and more younger.
OK moving on.
We've watched TV all evening, I swear I'm starting to have dreams of Scully and Mulder.
We're not supposed to have Raven's kids this weekend, other parent wants Raven to build a chicken coop for her.
It seems like she and the man she dumped Raven for are on the outs, could one hope she decides Raven is a good thing and they get back together?
Oh, fine that is pure fantasy but hey he cooks he cleans he takes care of the kids, he takes care of things around the house, and he's always pampered other parent.
I can hope she realized the green grass on the other side of the fence was actually astro turf and go back to Raven who is the real grass.
OK OK I'm going to bed.
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