Day 73
I love dinos. I should have a bumper sticker that declares my passion for them. I have other bumper stickers about how smart my pugs are (“My pug is smarter than your honor student!”) … not really … but it’s still funny … and an array of school emblems and decals and high school parking lot permits (though both of my kids are COLLEGE graduates!) … and so on. I even have one about releasing the flying monkeys.
However, I really should have one about dinosaurs. Like … “I brake for dinos.” or “Have you hugged your dinosaur today?” or “Dinosaurs … the other white meat.” I imagine they would taste like chicken. Don’t all reptilian things taste … just like chicken? I wouldn’t know … I’m not about to eat one. You’d need a really big freezer to house a leg of T-Rex! (Unless it was a front leg then an ordinary freezer would be sufficient, I suppose.)
Anyway, dinosaurs. Or as the guy during the Jurassic Park DNA explanation says it, “Dino-sours.” That always makes me chuckle.
That would make a good sour candy … little dino-shaped hard, sour candies … Dino-sours! Hmmm. (Note to self … call Kraft Foods!)
Anything dino and I’m all for it. If there happens to be one of those old, atrociously awful B-grade dino movies on at 2am some Saturday night … you can bet I’ll be making popcorn and staying up to watch it!
In any case … I’m up in my office, looking westward again, over the verdant park (so very green after these past rains we’ve had) and thinking how fun it would be to have dinosaurs roaming across the street. I get so tickled when the geese are on parade … I’d be beserk if there were dinos ambling about!
However, only nice dinos would be allowed. Plant-eaters only. No one that is going to fight or be mean or eat someone walking their dog! I can just imagine a fine Ankylosaurus trundling by the ball fence or an Apatasaurus moving snail-like across the vast expanse of the soccer fields. I imagine the grounds keepers would be less than thrilled and large beasts like that roaming freely would give new meaning to “watch your step”. But, oooh, so cool!
When Ted was little I painted a T-Rex version on the back of his bedroom door and a pterodactyl on his ceiling … some 25 years later they are still there. One of my favorite photos is of Ted standing against that door, age 3, right under the painted on dangling arms of that T-Rex. Ted is making a grimace like he’s just about to be eaten by the door dino … very cute. He was so small. These days Ted could see eye-to-eye with that painted on theropod.
My aunt has a “thing” for dinos … (maybe it’s genetic)? When she redid her kitchen she had hand-painted tiles of dinosaurs installed randomly in the backsplash. And just like at the park (of my dreams) … only nice dinos were allowed there, as well!
When I move I’ll have 2 bathrooms. I love wallpapered baths (for some reason) and have had flowers and olive branches (loved that one) and frogs and at one time hippos and alligators adorning the papers I hung. Maybe it’s time to put in some dinosaurs of my very own?! And I can put up meat-eating ones, too! The more ferocious the better!
In any case, until that happens I’ll keep my binoculars handy and keep my eye out for any roving dinos at the park … though if I can’t see them without the binoculars I think I’d better go get my eyes checked! (And if I do see some – well, I’d better get my head checked!)