Back to the dawn of human existence...Before men started peeing on toilet seats, they were probably mis-aiming at a hole in the ground.
I've decided that it's not entirely the man's fault that he pees on toilet seats. I think his equipment is much to blame. In potty training my little boy, I learned that it takes a second for the arc to reach its peak and for the stream to reach its destination. In the meantime the potty rim gets piddled on.
I also remember some banter between ParaTed2k &a...
A mom I met at a parenting class (that we were both required by law to attend) has been asking me to babysit her kid.
I did it for a couple days before I noticed she was taking increasing advantage of my kindness (read: if you ask me a favor I won't say no right away, therefore you've got a window of time to walk all over me until I come to my senses).
She'd say she needed me to babysit him for 6 hours, the next day it became 9 hours, then before the next day was done she'd jac...
Do Kids drive sane people crazy?
I have a blissful day of solitude. John took the kids up to the Inner Harbor where the fun never ends...and I get to be at home to catch up on housework, have silence so I can think straight, and prepare some activities for the kids to keep them out of cartoonland when they have downtime. During such a rare day of solitude I can think a bit straighter than I do when two kids are squealing and clamoring for my attention all day long.
Ahh, peace n quiet.
Among a zillion other things, here are some things on my to-do list that have been neglected for too long:
Send thank-you cards to:
They sent thoughtful gifts & cards to my son for his fourth birthday. That was in June. Aunt Francie has sent an email since then, which I wasn't in a frame of mind to answer right away...and haven't gotten back to it yet. It's nice hearing from family, but when we live so far away from them all, sending thank-you cards & making p...
Disclaimer: I'm writing this in the middle of the night, under the influence of Codeine (I have a headache & insomnia, so I thought I'd see what that pill could do for me).
I haven't been around here lately because "real life" has been taking over quite a bit. That's a good thing. But I do wish I could have internet access hard-wired to my head so I could talk with all of you as often as I think of you. You'd probably get sick of me, I think of you all so often!
When my lack of a real lif...
As I logged in, I wasn't too surprised to see that you Joes are already talking about this. Well dangit, I want to talk about it too.
A couple days ago as I was trying to make sense of the pile-o-everything that's always accumulating on our computer desk, I noticed a couple DVDs that John rented the night before. Garfield's Holiday Celebration (yes, the orange Cat) and then something called An Inconvenient Truth. I didn't think much of either, maybe because I doubted that anyone who comes hom...
Another school year is upon us. Many have already started, but my 4-year-old's Pre-K is scheduled to start next week...or the week after, I can't remember.
I have so many questions.
1. I've heard it said that for children, Play is Work. That's fine. It makes sense enough. They learn science by playing with sand and water. They learn roles in society by observing life and then dressing up and acting like doctors, veteranarians, pilots. They play house. They play in their pretend kitchens. F...
I quite like the account of a religious leader who went to the side of a woman who lay dying, attempting to comfort her—but to no avail.
“I am lost,” she said. “I’ve ruined my life and every life around me. There is no hope for me.”
The man noticed a framed picture of a lovely girl on the dresser. “Who is this?” he asked.
The woman brightened. “She is my daughter, the one beautiful thing in my life.”
“And would you help her if she were in trouble or had made a mistake? Would you ...
It impresses me that someone of reputation in Hollywood llike Mel Gibson had a pure appreciation of the story of Christ's life & crucifixion, a passion strong enough to put his all into making a stirring movie. (I haven't seen it, but I remember the stir it caused. Or was it just a promotional trick? I dunno.)
Remember how many feathers he ruffled for making that movie? Interviewers dug into him, trying to figure out what fueled his interest in the topic, whether or not he was really sincere...