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A five year old on why star wars is like star trek

Because star trek has a square death star[1].

:-)

There's a star trek marathon[2] on this week. And Jared got to watch a few minutes of it with us because, hell, it was the last night before his first day of kindergarten, he was obviously freaked out and needy as hell, and hey we'd already been successful indoctrinating him with Star Wars, why not introduce him to another childhood[3] favorite?

 

[1] aka the borg cube.
[2] As a testament to how I Am So Not The Same Person I Was Two Years Ago, when my husband first said that, I was imagining people running a marathon wearing star trek uniforms...
[3] I actually said to Jared "This was one of mommy's favorite shows to watch when she was a kid", to which David harrrumphed and said "Daddy wasn't exactly a kid when he was watching it while it was on the air..."[4]
[4] Sucks to be so oooooold, eh?

September 03, 2008 at 10:21 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Dream interpretation, anyone?

As told by the five year old:

Mommy, the other night I had a scary dream. You were having a picnic, and there was a BAD guy... now, this is kind of a happy part. He tried to bite you, but you held out your hand and said no thank you. But then, here's the scary part. He bit your FINGER! But here's another happy part. You put on SOoooo many bandaids, that the police came!

August 13, 2008 at 07:32 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Helping Indiana Jones & June from Little Einsteins get off to school

Today was a dress-up day at school and my son who is currently[1] a raving Indiana[2] Jones fan, decided to go as his idol. The resemblance is uncanny, see for yourself:

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My daughter went as June from the Little Einsteins:

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Indy of course had his trusty satchel[3][5], but I don't remember if June has her trusty blankie and baggie of goldfish in the show.

[1] AKA until something better comes along. We thought Star Wars was here to stay because it lasted from Hannukah until his birthday six months later, and so all the kids in his class bought him star wars toy. Little did we know, that was the exact week that Lego Indiana Jones came out, and as a result Star Wars became dead to him.

[2] He says "in dee AHHH nuh"

[3] Although Jared insisted on calling it a purse, and who am I to correct him? I tried to call it a 'european carryall' once and he looked at me like I was from outer space[4].

[4] Not in that "Cool!! I'm five years old and you're from outer space and I like stuff from outer space!!" way - in that "I am channeling the look I will be giving you in ten years when I am an adolescent and you are way too uncool for me".

[5] I can't think of the word "Satchel" without thinking of Ford Prefect.

July 29, 2008 at 08:20 AM | Permalink | Comments (6) | TrackBack (0)

Accountability

I just need to make an announcement because that way I know I'll do it because I won't want to wuss out in public:

I just signed up for my first half-marathon, in five weeks.

I'm going to try to come under 2:30. We shall see if I succeed. My 10K race PR is 1:01:49 and my last 11m long run in April was just over 2 hours (not in a race, so I was slower than race pace), so I think I have a decent shot at meeting my goal.

July 23, 2008 at 08:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

The rules of dodge-ball, as explained by a five year old

They are simple. There are only three:

#1: If the ball goes outside the fence, you're out
#2: If you get hit and you cry, you're out
#3: If you get hit and you don't cry, you're out

So I asked him "The rules talk about crying?"

He says: "Yeah. It's a rough game."

July 22, 2008 at 10:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)

Too bad we can't make money off this

Our two year old LOVES green beans. And peas. Last week she asked for both pineapple and green beans and I told her she could only have one and held my breath... and she chose green beans.

Today, on a whim while at the grocery, I picked up lima beans (fracking lima beans for chrissakes!!) and gave them to her for lunch, and she snapped them up.

What's next, brussel sprouts?

I wish I could market this ability of hers - which naturally is a direct result of the wonderful job I have done parenting her. That's it - I'll write a children's book!

June 07, 2008 at 10:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (6) | TrackBack (0)

My son, the offensive pointer

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Yo yo yo...

May 29, 2008 at 08:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)

Need help deciding how to write this blog post

I have a couple possible openers to this one - you tell me which one is better.

 

Option #1:

You know how on Dateline they'll bring a blacklight into a random hotel room and turn it on and *gasp* show you SPECKS OF FECES on the pillows? And then you wonder - gee, that'd odd - how did SPECKS OF FECES get on those pillows? What kind of deranged former customers were in this room - poo-flinging monkeys?

Well, that's what you wonder after you're done wondering things like:

#1: Who was the person who first discovered that you could use a blacklight to see poop?

#2: After they discovered it, did they publish the discovery in a scientific journal?

#3: What scientific journal would actually publish such a discovery in the first place?

#4: Assuming that the discovery had long since been discover-ered, who was the first person at Dateline who came up with the idea of using a blacklight to find poop in hotel rooms?

Well I'm here to say that - yes, it was us. It was because of my family that Dateline reporters line their fat pockets with money made from the millions of viewers who are engrossed by the Investigative Reportering showing that there are specks of feces left around in hotel rooms from previous "guests".

 

Option #2:

Soon after meeting my husband, I discovered that he was a very clean man. I've worn off on him over the years and brought him down to my level of slovenliness for which I hold on to a tiny (really, not that big at all) bit of guilt, but there are a few things he's stuck to that I simply don't care about:

#1: Crud on the bottom of the shower. One of the blessings of being near-sighted and wearing glasses is that by definition, I never see crud in the shower because I'm not wearing my glasses.

#2: Misc things called "germs" on kitchen appliances. One of our longstanding arguments is around the necessity of using the "SANI-CLEAN" setting on the dishwasher. He maintains it is of the utmost importance if we don't want to be eating off of dishes that may have stray specks of feces or other such germy things on them. Whereas I say that it takes too damned long to run that stupid cycle and since we still eat off of dishes we hand-clean like pots and large bowls that certainly don't go through any hand-based SANI CLEANing, then there's really no point in making all the dishes go through it.

Regarding #2 in particular, he's always felt strongly that when we stay in a hotel with a kitchenette, that we must not use any of the kitchen implements because you never know what kind of specks of feces or other such wonderful goodness they have on them.

I never understood... until this past week, when a certain young member of my family was responsible for putting specks of feces onto kitchen gear in a hotel.

 

 

OK... which one is better? Which should I go with? Ah, nevermind. At any rate, I learned an important lesson this past weekend while on vacation with my younguns: When you sniff something while Audrey's in the bath, and you say to her: "Audrey now remember, is it okay to poop in the bathtub?" and she says "noooooooooooooo not okay poop inna bathtub; poop goes inna diaper or inna potty!"...DON'T BELIEVE THE LITTLE BITCH.

 

And oh yeah, the kitchen implement in question was a nice plastic pitcher they were playing with in the bathtub.

 

:-)

May 20, 2008 at 09:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (5) | TrackBack (0)

Good to know

Audrey, while in a particularly enchanting mood: "I bite you all gone!"

Jared, in response: "Audrey you're gonna get a fat tummy if you bite someone all gone!"

May 12, 2008 at 08:44 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Red Robin *finally* publishes nutritional info

I eat there a lot and this has been annoying me for ages that they didn't have it on their website, but they finally added it:

http://www.redrobin.com/home/customizer.aspx

May 10, 2008 at 11:17 AM | Permalink | Comments (10) | TrackBack (0)

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