One and Done Sunday #15

This week I came across a post on Not-So-Wicked Step Mom where the author confessed to not knowing of a Narwhal’s authenticity. I’m not talking like, a specific Narwhal, maybe one without proper identification or one that was behaving like a gazelle or otherwise being a poseur. I mean she didn’t know that Narwhals were not imaginary until she walked in on her family watching a documentary about them.

I had to confess that I didn’t know, either. I didn’t know until I read her post.

Is it because I grew up in Indiana, sans Diego and sans Wonder Pets? I definitely never saw one in a zoo. I certainly learned more world geography than Narwhal facts (and that’s saying something).

In fact, the only time I had ever heard of a Narwhal before reading this post was in the Archie McPhee catalogue, purveyors of all things hilarious and ironic. They used to have a Narwhal/Unicorn death battle action figure playset. I believe I drew my own conclusion.

CC says it’s because I’m blond.

I asked #4 and #5 :Narwhal, real or imaginary?

#5: Real.

#4: Real. I know a song about a Narwhal.

Me: Really?

#4: Yeah. Narwhal, narwhal, swimmin’ in the ocean, causin’ a commotion, cause you’re so awesome.

Me: Huh.

Then later this week, we went to the elementary school for parent-teacher conferences. Outside one of the classrooms was a display of kid projects on ocean animals. Guess what was represented? It wasn’t no damn unicorn.

*sigh*.

Here’s your picture. I took it with my phone last night to demonstrate how awesome I am to go with this post. Saturday night on Broadway, waiting near the subway for my husband to finish his show. I’m set up with a seltzer and a stack of critiques for my writing group.

Do I know how to live, or what?

Also, I could use a manicure.

Here are your links.

A really damn good list of dating hints for teenage boys: Given Breath: Pick You Up At Seven.

The pros and cons of dating a yogi (what you should know before you get into it): The View From My Mat

Musings from the mind of a three-year-old: Coffee Powered Mom.

I never watch videos, but I howled at this one. Henri the Existential Housecat. (Julie from Go Guilty Pleasures sent me this link.)

And again, I never watch videos, but this one is so awesome I sat through the whole damn thing and it makes me want to take a trip to LA. It’s worth your time. I’m linking through the blog I found it on, Steadily Skipping Stones: Caine’s Arcade.

9 thoughts on “One and Done Sunday #15

  1. Thanks for the linkback!
    I always thought the Narwhals were imaginary or extinct, and then I saw them in a documentary that David Suzuki and his daughter were in. I called Phil over to the TV and explained (loudly) that I thought they were imaginary animals. “I didn’t know Narwhals were real!! I thought they were phony animals, like the unicorns of the sea! Something mystical for little girl mermaids to dream about owning and riding one day.”
    So, yeah…Narwhals.

  2. Pretty PLEASE take a trip to Los Angeles! Jules got to meet you and now I want my chance! 🙂

  3. Just yesterday I had a conversation with my boys about a narwhal and then had to whisper to my husband, “Is that a real thing?” He didn’t know either. And now before I even have to Google you have helped me out.

  4. it’s like a unicorn whale. it’s mentioned in “rock lobster” by the B-52’s and a clay one is featured in the will ferrel movie “elf.”

  5. I didn’t know they were real either. I thought it was something like the lyger–imaginary and oh so entertaining. 🙂

    BTW, I also howled at the Henri cat video. I must have watched it eight times.

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