my mom asked me last night, "Have you donated blood yet?" she didn't know that i'm not allowed to do so, even if i do like being punctured by needles. bloody Red Cross.

also last night, my nephew had his second soccer game. before the game started, the only thing anyone talked about was this week's events. the game started. everyone cheered the kids (and cheered their chosen star just a little louder), forgetting for an hour that anything terrible had happened. afterward, talked turned to praise of the kids and calls for ice cream.

i've decided that the opposite of destructive explosions is a group of 5 year olds running around a field chasing a ball in a game they barely understand.