Which Super Human Power Would You Choose?

I’ve almost completely given up TV. It happened almost a year ago. I was flipping through the channels looking for something to watch, and it landed on 'Rock of Love.' Sometimes I find amusement in trashy shows. I watched about 10 minutes of that ridiculous show and thought, well, that’s 10 minutes of my life I’ll never get back.

Being a complete and utter turbo nerd, I can’t give up 'Heroes.' I still watch it weekly. As I was watching it last night, I found myself wondering what super power I’d like to have. A few came to mind . . . not your normal ones such as mind reading or flying. No, I chose being able to meet deadlines without working 14-hour days. Or, being able to put in my contacts in less than an hour, like any normal 12-year-old worth their salt is able to do. I realized last night that I actually do have a super power. I can create vortexes and send my right contact lens into another dimension, never to be seen again. I used my super power just yesterday morning. (I really should get some sort of rotten tomato award for being the WORST contact wearer in the known universe).

I believe my dog, Fat Ashley, also has super powers. Well, Fat Ashley is really not my dog. She migrated from our evil neighbors’ house (aka as my parents’ house) when Tony and I moved in. We put a doggie door in the garage for our dog, Boomer. As we were trying to teach Boomer to use the door, Fat Ashley looked on in disgust and contempt. She sailed through that door . . . after two years, Boomer has yet to use the doggie door, but Fat Ashley has permanently moved into our garage. Her eyeless companion, Odie, has moved in as well. In a very super hero sort of way, Fat Ashley acts as Odie’s seeing eye dog. We have a creek that runs in front of our yard. "Odie The Fearless" will run and buck recklessly about the yard. I was watching the dogs play one day from the balcony, and I saw Odie running toward a steep creek bank. Fat Ashley saw that he was about to take "The Lipton Plunge." She ran at lightning speed and knocked him out of harms way. His bucking and jumping was rerouted to a safer direction, thanks to Fat Ashley.

I walked into the garage last night loaded down with groceries after writing science test questions for 12 solid hours. Ashley was there waiting on me. I looked into her sparkling intelligent eyes. Wait . . . was that a contact lens I just saw in Fat Ashley’s right eye??