Thursday, July 5, 2012
15 Day Challenge 2012: Day 5
I really like that this question doesn't specify if they have to be famous, dead, alive, real, fictional or any of the sort. But then again, I really don't like it because think of all the freaking possibilities!
 Future Lillie. I wouldn't try to ask specifics, but I would love to talk to her to see if I did right by her. Was she happy? Is she still happy? I think as a parent that's one of the biggest worries you take on - will what you do provide your son/daughter with what they need to lead a fulfilling life? All of the unknown, it's pretty terrifying when you start to really dwell on it. [Which is why I try to mostly think of poop jokes instead.] I mean, I'm cultivating a life right now. Weird.
It would be wonderful to have just a smidgen of that worry lifted off my shoulders for even a small amount of time.
 Alfred's Grandma. She passed before I could meet her. She is the woman he holds all other women too. Whether intentional or not. The love he has for her and the effect she had on his life, I truly believe is one of the many reasons he's such a wonderful dad to Lillie. Seeing him talk about her the way he does, I hope that in the unfortunate event something happens to me, he'd talk about me in that same way to our Lillie.
 Alfred. Because there's no way in hell I'd be able to get away with seeing his Grandma without him being there. But I'd make it a total surprise, with like streamers and everything. I know, I know, I'm an awesome wife.Also, so he can ask Future Lillie who the better parent was and so she can answer "Duh, mom." [Uh, did I just lose awesome wife privileges? oops.]
 The girl with the umbrella. I was around 20 and speedwalking/running as fast as I could through campus to get to class because it was beginning to pour down rain. As I was trying to cover my head up with my bag, a woman [maybe late 20s, early 30s] stopped me, handed me her umbrella and said "Don't worry about it. Just meet me in the library after your class." She didn't give me a chance to say thank you, just ran off. I went to class, significantly more dry because of her and when I went to the library after to find her, she just wasn't there. I waited for as long as I could. Anyway, I passed that umbrella off a year or so later to an older gentleman walking along the side of the street. Even though it scared me half to death, not knowing what his reaction may be, but he just smiled and said "Bless you."
I'd just like to tell her thank you. Not only did she help keep me dry, but she taught me that not all strangers are bad. That simple act really did [and still does] influence how I treat others.Who knew you could get a life lesson from an umbrella, right?
 You. Yes, you read that right. I'd love to meet you. Because seriously you've got to be pretty messed up in the head if you're reading this blog for any type of entertainment value. And I'd love to know why. You, weirdo, you.