Just Plain Random

So I really hope you aren't getting this news from me (although I will admit I get most of my news from Jon Stewart and The Onion), but the Chilean miners are out! Yay!!! We saw the last few come up last night, and I gotta say it was pretty incredible. Isn't it amazing what modern technology can do? Seriously - awesome.

Anyway. I have to admit to a couple of related thoughts recently that are of, perhaps, questionable propriety. I'll let you be the judge.


1. Early on this week (or perhaps late last week . . . can't remember) I happened to be in the room where a conversation took place all about this very topic and how awesome it was that they were going to be getting out soon and all that good stuff. And then one person says something about how all the miners are fighting (so to speak) about who's going to go out last. At which point the conversation explodes into 3 or 4 people saying essentially "Can you believe that? If I were down there I'd be saying I don't care who's last as long as I'm first!"

At which point I thought to myself "if that was the mentality of the guys down there, there probably wouldn't be any living guys left to rescue at this point." I realize these speakers have never been in such an extreme situation, and might well act differently if ever they were - but that disposition is definitely a point against them. I mean, what happened to working together to get everyone out? Where did such an entitled "me first" mentality come from? I have to admit, I've seen it in myself a time or three. But so many people see nothing wrong with that way of thinking. Holy depressing.

2. I absolutely could not help wondering if they rescue peoples sent down a barber before sending the miners up. I mean, good grief, did you see how clean shaven they were?! After two months?! I'm calling no way . . . unless Chilean men just don't grow facial hair or something. If Luke goes two WEEKS without shaving he starts looking intensely scruffy. And since he absolutely hates shaving, he hasn't shaved since . . . well, about the time that the mine collapsed . . . so about as long as them. And he is definitely rockin' the Heber J. Grant look right now. Explain that one to me. Crazy.




In completely unrelated news, we replaced Luke's car last week. Another Taurus, but it's 3 years newer and in really good shape. Also - neither of us had ever spent so much money in one chunk before. That was kind of a big deal. Then dad had to go and totally ruin our moment talking about how writing six figure checks used to be a big deal and then eventually he even got used to writing checks for multi-millions. Which would have been much more impressive if we hadn't both known they were for work (because heaven knows they weren't personal checks!). Apparently accountants write big checks sometimes. Woo-hoo.


And one bit of really awesome news - I have often (in real life anyway, not here) waxed eloquent about how much better European chocolate is than American chocolate. Because, well . . . it just is. And Cadbury? Kind of amazing. The first time mom and dad went Down Under they brought back tins of Cadbury goodness and a story I vaguely remember about Mars and Hershey joined together and somehow kept Cadbury out of the US except for the ambrosia that is the Cadbury creme egg (original, if you please) sold through one of them at Easter. Because they know that if Cadbury was readily available around here - they would totally go out of business. Yes folks, they are that good. Anyway, they have a lot of fabulous confections, but my favorite, by far, is the Crunchie. Holy. Yum! But the only place I've ever seen to get them on this entire freaking continent is in Florida. Disney World, actually. And to be precise, Epcot, in the UK pavilion. Along with all the other fabulously delicious British treats.

So anyway. A couple of weeks ago we were at the mall here in Logan and I was totally craving some chocolate so sort of on a whim I decided to check out the candy store, which I had never actually been into before. And they have this thing called seafoam, and I'm immensely curious as to what it is because as far as I can tell they're just chunks of chocolate sitting on a tray. So I ask, and the high school chick says it's sort of like honeycomb. Chocolate covered, of course. Well, I wasn't even thinking about Crunchie because I'd more or less accepted that you can't get it anywhere near here. But that sounds tasty, so I thought I'd try something new. So I get a few pieces . . . and when we get home and pull them out, lo and behold THEY'RE CRUNCHIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously, random shapes instead of candy bar form, but absolutely my beloved Crunchie bar. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel like Christmas has come early - and it's going to be very hard to avoid popping in for more every time I go to the mall from now on. Good times.


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You probably already saw this when I posted it on facebook . . . or when everybody else posted it on facebook . . . or when everyone else put it on their blogs . . . but you know you want to watch it again. Because it's that awesome. And you know it.