Right. So I will admit to you now my doubts about known facts. Some of these are downright ridiculous, but really... if you haven't been to China, HOW DO YOU KNOW IT'S THERE.
1. China. Lots of my stuff claims to be made in China. I've read about China. My brother in law and mother in law have both been to China. And yet there is a small part of me that says, "Really? China? Who says it's just not some ocean or pit to the center of the Earth? How do I know Google actually photographed it? Is this where the real NFL refs are banished until the contract disputes are resolved?" China. Pfft.
2. Angelina Jolie. I just read that Julie Bowen likened seeing Angelina Jolie to the sighting of a Unicorn. How do I know she really exists, photographic evidence aside? Photographic evidence THAT CAN BE FAKED. She could be a cyborg. Or a cardboard cutout. I mean, who leaves a life of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll for a stroll down "UN Ambassador/mother of 6/fiance to Brad Pitt" Boulevard? Brad Pitt portion aside, not many people.
3. My grandparents, father in law, uncle, and Judy. On the flip side of doubting a celebrities existence is the unreal feeling that someone I love isn't on this planet anymore, and I don't mean in a NASA way. A fabulous lady named Judy died 22 years ago. I saw the aftermath. I keep in touch with a couple of her daughters, one being a dear friend of mine. I know she's gone. But there is a part of me that is convinced that she's still here, only I haven't talked to her in awhile. Same goes for my grandmother and father in law, my dear grandfather, and my estranged uncle, all who died in 2008, 2009, and 2010, respectively. A small part of me thinks that my grandmother will randomly call me to talk to me about the weather again. A part of me really thinks my grandpa is still at a home, lost in his own mind and only coming to lucidity once in a blue moon. I keep thinking every time I walk into my mother in law's home that I'll see Jerry in his spot downstairs, smoking and sipping a scotch and water. And as I sit here softly crying at these memories, I know the reality is that these people are gone. Perhaps it's just the dreamer in me, to want to ignore death and pretend everyone is still here.
Earth would be rather crowded though. I'd be okay with that.
4. On a lighter note, New Babies. My brother and my sister in law welcomed the newest member to our family, their wee son. I have not met him. I've seen oodles of adorable pictures, but the nut part of me goes all TomKat on it and wonder whether or not the peanut is real or fake. It's a new life. I mean, NEW. Brand new. Bry and Amanda made it themselves, home baked and everything. But even I have to pinch myself about Grace. I really made that girl with Dave? REALLY? I carried the munchkin and I still can't wholly believe. Babies are surreal to me. Every person that I knew pre-baby, I still can't believe you are a parent, despite every pound of evidence to the contrary. As for my new nephew? I'll know in October for sure.
|Grace and Bisquick. OR IS IT.|
5. Funnel cakes. I can't say I've seen one, let alone tasted one. Let the "OH MY GOD YOU HAVEN'T HAD A FUNNEL CAKE" comments commence.
The reality is China, Angelina Jolie, my nephew and my daughter do exist and my passed loved ones only exist in our minds and hearts. Another reality is that all my sources (except Grace) are from Wikipedia.
Funnel cakes' existence, however, remains dubious at best.