My least-favorite son woke me up at 5:10 am today. I don't make coffee that early because once G. gets up about 3 hours later, I want to go back to sleep immediately. So I'm pretty bleary-eyed first thing in the morning. I logged on to the internet and saw "Steve Irwin killed at 44," in the headlines, and my first thought was that it was joke. I did a quick calendar in my head, realized it wasn't April 1, which took me a while that early in the morning, and thought, "could this be true??"
Alas, it is. In 2002, while I was pregnant with A., G. and I went to one of our last childless movies together - we chose the "Crocodile Hunter." Yes, I actually saw that one in a movie theater. The other one we saw during that time was "In the Bedroom," which was a big mistake to see when I was pregnant with my first child. We're not great at picking out movies. (We also didn't think there was a future for cell phones that take a picture and that text messaging was stupid and would never catch on.)
Anyway, we were big Croc Hunter fans. Yeah, I know he dangled his baby in front of a crocodile, but no one ever said he was particularly bright. He was funny and enthusiastic and I will miss watching him. I'm also really glad he didn't get killed by a crocodile.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Oy, We'll Miss Ya, Mate
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It's so ironic that the invincible Croc Hunter would die in a freak wildlife accident.
It's also ironic that I never realized how much I liked and appreciated the bloke until this morning.
Hey, Luna, I've got questions about California. Seriously! I need an insider's opinion or two.
Could you please email me so I can email you back? My email is on my website.
I realize this looks like a cheap attempt to get my numbers up, which is alway an alterior motive.
But not in this case!
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