I kind of feel like writing something deep, introspective, and philosophical. But I’m really not deep or introspective or philosophical, so I don’t see how that’s going to work out. H watched a show about theoretical physics the other day, and I was half-watching it while doing something else. The show was trying to explain theories related to subatomic particles, and I told H that I think some of science is similar to religion in that you just have to have faith to believe some of the theories. And I don’t believe that subatomic particles are in two places at one time, and you can’t make me. I barely even believe that electrons exist, so don’t even bother trying to explain subatomic particles to me.
I bought a new purse, and it is so perfect that it even smells gorgeous. I bought it for more than half off on Rue La La, so I think I love the purse (but in a more beige/gray metallic color) so much because I 75% love the purse and 25% love what a great deal I got.
Ren started a sentence with, “So… anyway,” the other day, and I was like- oops, I’m responsible for that verbal tic. Sorry, kid.
When Ren was a baby, he used an odd inchworm move to get around for a while. Then he army-crawled on his belly for two months. he rocked back and forth on his hands and knees for several weeks before he started officially crawling. Ree has been rolling and pushing with her feet to get around for a little while. Last week she started army-crawling. Last night she started officially crawling. And she is fast. At this pace, she’ll be walking in no time. Not really. Though it is a little scary.
H and I had a great dinner to celebrate our anniversary. I didn’t tell H anything about where we were going except that it was fancy-ish and in either Minneapolis or St. Paul. He was driving, so I just gave him directions as he needed them, and I totally surprised him with reservations at Ruth’s Chris. The dinner was so, so good. We had sparkling wine and fun conversation. It was so nice to be together. (Insert fake barfing noises here. Sorry, but it really was nice.) I was thinking about how my parents celebrated their anniversaries. Their wedding anniversary was just two days after my birthday and two days before my mom’s birthday, and I don’t remember them doing anything special to celebrate their anniversaries. I remember that my dad sent my mom huge bouquets of red roses several times, but my mom does not like red roses, so she would make comments like, “I have to remind [my dad's] secretary that I don’t like red roses.” Which is true because I’m sure my dad’s secretary was the one ordering the flowers. And even at the time I felt bad that my dad didn’t even know that my mom hated red roses. And now I have a thing against red roses too just because they remind me of all this.
Well, that entry sure took a weird turn.
I love Ruth’s Chris! It is a frequent favorite for special occasions.
We haven’t seen pictures of Ree in at least a week.
I once told my very science minded brother that I didn’t believe in physics. Of course this was done as whiny little sister out of sheer frustration because he was trying to explain pandora’s box or some other such nonsense to a very English/History minded 9th grade me. I’ve come around a bit since then but I totally agree that some science just takes faith and I don’t always have it.
Some scientists would agree with you, just not about their own branch of science. They’ll debate the validity of a hard science like physics vs. a less hard science like biology, but my reaction to that is, “whatever, nerds.”
Ruth’s Chris sounds like fun. I haven’t been, but I want to go for their creamed spinach, which I am aware is a weird reason.
Sometimes I just like to start writing and see where it goes, those are often the best posts.
It took a turn into me laughing loudly. By myself in my apartment.
I agree about science, too. Some of it is just too weird to believe.
I don’t care about science that is too small to see. That’s how I justified my mediocre grades in chemistry.
I keep watching those shows and waiting for all that science to be comprehensible. It’s not. And secretly I believe they know it’s not. Why else have Morgan Freeman host a show on the universe? Everyone loves Morgan Freeman. Morgan Freeman is like the sweetest, gentlest ex-con murderer ever. So there must be subatomic particles if Morgan says there are.
Not.