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I can't decide what to blog about today.

Do I tell you about the Canadian Goose that I saw get hit by a truck today on the way home from the Y? Maybe I'm getting old (that was rhetorical, thankyouverymuch) but when I was little it was a treat to spot a Canadian Goose. I'm from Ohio- which isn't all that far from Canada, so it wasn't exactly like spotting an elephant or anything. But it seemed like when I saw one it was *special.* I don't know about where you live, but around these parts you can't go more than a few blocks without nearly running into one. Well, that's exactly what happened today. There were two in the middle of a rather busy 4 lane road. I'm not sure if this truck driver was impatient, didn't see the goose or is a heartless jerk, but let's just say it was all kinds of feathers and down flying across the road. The goose was clearly still alive and I'm not sure if the injuries were fatal or not but the goose plopped down in the middle of the road after making contact with the truck. I was headed in the other direction and contemplated for about 10 seconds what to do.

I had my boys with me and tried to figure out how badly an injured goose could attack me. I decided on pretty bad. So I said a quick prayer and then kept driving on toward Target.

Which leads me to the second story to tell or not tell. I guess I'll tell. I've been *training* the boys on how to walk with me in the store. Obey. Not touch a million things on the lowest shelves. Not run ahead- too far. And not to plow into other shoppers. We had a go at it last week that ended in 100% pure disaster. I decided to get back on the proverbial horse again today. It was successful.

But while we were shopping a dad with a young boy in the cart *pulled up* next to us in the middle of the wide aisle and said, "Hey, where's that kid's mother?" I looked around. I didn't know what he meant. So he said it again, but a bit sassier and more judgemental tone, like some irresponsible mom was letting her kid run wild through Target. "That kid? Where's his mom?" Then it dawned on me. He was talking about Quinn who was about 6 steps ahead of us. I looked at the guy and simply said, "Oh, that's me!" I was put off for a moment thinking he was judging some mom and then I realized in reality he was judging me! Ha. But of course he wouldn't know I was his mom. The kid is Chinese after all. And, um, I'm not. But for the first time I got sad. A lifetime of questions for my sweet love. Lord, protect him from ignorant people who will shuffle in and out of his life. The guy kept walking without any kind of apology or acknowledgement of his blunder. Duh, guy, he's adopted!

Then there was that other thing that happened at Target. The thing that happens when you run into another acquaintance while shopping - and you realize the total crap you are about to purchase and you are now exposed! I had 2 bottles of apple juice, 3 bags of Goldfish, Dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, a box of Luna Bars for breakfast, 4 clearance boxes of Chewy Sweet Tarts and 3 boxes of fruit snacks. (Food Pyramid at its finest!)

Hey, I've never claimed to be a health food freak. But I totally felt like I got caught with my pants down in the middle of Target. Especially since this lady is *especially* healthy and an all-natural kind of person. I had exactly NOTHING in my cart that she would have approved of. *blush*. Oh well, at least at that point my boys were not flinging things off the end caps or pinching each other or yelling "STOP IT" at the top of their lungs.

So those are the stories I couldn't decide on. And because of my indecisiveness... you get them all. Have a great weekend- and watch out for the goose poop, dumb dads and healthy friends.