This afternoon I lay – I just had to google proper usage of lay, lie, lain and laid – so, I lay down on the couch for a little nap. The two older kids were preoccupied with Total House Destruction and the little one was sleeping. Before I fell asleep I was daydreaming about all the fabulous blog posts I would write this year when I became distracted by penguins on the television and realized that before I can write any fabulous posts, I need to write about penguins.
Here’s some things about penguins:
They are HOLY FRACKIN ADORABLE. Well, the little ones at least. Case in point:
But then there’s this guy:
Point being, penguins are mostly cute. I like it when they slide on their bellies and I like to see them swimming because they look like fish and it makes me wonder about their genetic ancestry. However, I can. not. stand. to watch videos of penguins walking. It looks so cumbersome and painful. It reminds me of this time when I was in high school when some boys duct taped another boy from his shoulders to his ankles. He couldn’t move his legs and instead had to waddle with his feet until he fell over and everyone laughed.
Don’t worry, it wasn’t bullying. This was a very small Christian school, so they obviously didn’t have bullies. They had people who liked to tease, rough up and humiliate other kids and kids who enjoyed that treatment. They were all friends at youth group on the weekend, I’m sure. None of that is true. I didn’t make a single friend in that school. At first I thought, “wouldn’t it be nice if one of the girls in my junior class (of 13) would have me over sometime?” Then on Monday they would come in giggling about how they played Parcheesi all weekend. And it WASN’T CODE for something fun. So I wasn’t so sad about not making those particular friends. That left me with the God-haters. I didn’t hate God at the time but at least we could listen to normal music and do normal things. We were “Christian rebellious”. We didn’t experiment with drugs or sex, just the occasional cigarette and some Nine Inch Nails. It was teenage rebellion-lite.
Where were we. Oh right, penguins. That’s really all I had to say on the matter. It physically hurts me to watch them trying to walk.