Is anyone really surprised?


Which Peanuts Character Are You?

You are Lucy van Pelt. You know what you want and you know how to get it, even if it means pulling the football away. Your forwardness sometimes comes off as aggression, and you have some work to do in the sensitivity department.
Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com

Weird Labels

You may have noticed that I have a slightly “out of the main stream” sense of humor.  Periodically, strange things will just tickle me, and I’ll get the giggles.  Sometimes Jonathan laughs with me, and other times he just watches me laugh and shakes his head.

The last time that happened, I asked him “Do you think I’m weird?”

He responded, “Yeah, but I knew that when I married you.”

Anyway, here are some product labels we have encountered lately that have given me the giggles.  Fortunately, Jonathan laughed along with me on each of them.

The first two came from a shopping trip to Big Lots a few days after we returned from our great Canada trek.  Among our purchases was a citrus ginger shampoo, and bar of Dove Origins: Ecuador chocolate.

dove chocolate labelWhen we got home, Jonathan opened the chocolate, broke off a square, popped it into his mouth, and sat at the kitchen table.  All of a sudden, I heard him say “Oh, shoot.  I did this all wrong!”

“You ate the chocolate wrong?” I asked him, teasingly.

“Yes.” He said, very seriously, and began to read the instructions on the label, as illustrated to the left.  By the time he got to “Aromatic Fragrance.  Rub between your fingers . . .” I was laughing, but what sent me into unrecoverable giggles was “Nibble thoughtfully.”  I would encourage you to read the entire label.  It sort of reads like a cheap paper back romance.  (Not that I read cheap paper back romances.  But I’ve been told.)

The next morning I got into the shower, and did what I always do when I purchase a new shampoo.  I read the label.  It promised to “bring harmony and balance to my busy lifestyle.”  That’s quite a promise for a scented detergent!

Finally, I was organizing futily moving my scrapbooking supplies around, and in avoiding doing so, i  was reading labels.  On the back of the Acid Free, No Wrinkle Rubber Cement, rubber cementit says not to use the product if you are “Pregnant, or Contemplating Pregnancy.”  Okay, I understand that there are things that affect fetal development even before a woman knows she is pregnant.  This is probably aimed at women who are actively trying to conceive.  But in choosing the word “contemplating,” it left me with the impression that even women who are in the process of deciding whether or not now is the time to begin a family should avoid using this product.  I began wondering if you should only avoid using the Rubber Cement during the act of contemplation, or if the entire period of deciding whether or not to have a baby should be rubber cement free.

Artificial Intelligence?

I tried to send my friend Terri an e-mail this morning.  After hitting send I got this failure notice:

72.14.205.114 does not like recipient.”

Now that’s very personal!  I can’t imagine what Terri has done to offend 72.14.205.114, as she’s a sweet woman, (with impeccable taste - she adores my mackerdoodle) but even if she had committed some heinous act, 72.14.205.114 has no right to block her e-mail just because it doesn’t like her.

I think the internet is breeding too much computer/human hostility!  Stop computer/human blocking! Let’s open a national dialog!  Let’s begin building bridges instead of walls!  If we don’t, this is just the beginning folks!

:-)

Going Home

When we visit family, we always come away asking if we’re doing the right thing, living so many miles away.  Now that we are raising a little girl, the questions weigh a little heavier on our minds.  We were discussing it today in the Flint Michigan area, when we stopped for our last chance for Tim Hortons before heading south.

I remained in the car, playing with my daughter (oh yeah, he twisted my arm) until Jonathan came into the car, coffees in hand, and said “This is why I love the United States!”  He had ordered large coffees.

Now please view the visual aid below in order to fully appreciate my husband’s delight.

So, what we have learned here is threefold:

  1. Everything in Canada (land mass, province sizes, taxes) is bigger except the population and the Tim Hortons coffee sizes.
  2. Canadians should be writing stern letters demanding the appropriate cup sizes at their local neighborhood Tim Hortons franchise.
  3. We are far too addicted to coffee.

A Question

Yesterday evening we went swimming at the local pool for the last family swim before loading up the moving van and heading out to the new destination.  Our two nephews rode in our vehicle and read stories to mackerdoodle, keeping her happily content on our way home.

When we were almost home, the oldest boy piped up from the back seat:

“Aunty Coralie?  Does Mackerdoodle have a neck?”

. . . and you can’t press pause . . .

Last night the entire family went to see Prince Caspian - well, all of them except the two babies, and me.  I had planned that once I got them both settled and washed the supper dishes, I would sit down with my computer and blog all of these great posts that have been floating around in my brain.

As my mackerdoodle and her youngest cousin and I were playing dress up, the baby cousin looked out the window and said “Daddy!”  Sure enough, here was her daddy, driving up, with her two oldest siblings.  Had they misbehaved and been punished?  I wondered.  Had the movie theater been full?

Two sheepish faced children came into the house, followed by their Daddy, who said “They barely made it past the previews.”  And then the explanation began, which I will give to you in their words, as best as I can recall it.  Keep in mind that the boy is 7 and the girl is 5 (6 in September)

Boy: “Well, it was really dark in there.  As soon as I walked in I thought maybe I made the wrong choice.  But . . .”

Girl: “But we didn’t want to waste Daddy’s money.  But then it got really LOUD.”

Boy: “And big.  Our T.V. is only this big (he gestured with his hands) but there the screen was from that wall to this wall and up to the ceiling, and all the way down to the floor.”

Girl:  “And it was really loud.  And there was a [I can't remember the details here, but they included things I knew weren't in Prince Caspian]

Boy: “Yeah, that was really scary.

Their Daddy: “That was just an ad for another movie though.”

Girl: “Yeah.”

Boy: “But it was really dark, and really loud and we couldn’t press pause to go to the bathroom or anything.”

At this point I looked around and realized that their brother, the Pigeon, who is 3 and a half, was still at the movie with his Mama, Uncle Jonathan and Nana and Papa.  As I was realizing this, their Daddy was telling them that they’d rent the movie and watch it at home where they could press pause and control the volume and everything.

Girl: “And we can ask Uncle Jonathan what the scary parts are.”

Their Daddy: “Or Pigeon.”

Boy: “No.  Pigeon will just tell us that everything was cool.”

Girl: “Yeah.”

This is Just Weird

Is she spinning clockwise, or counter clockwise?  The answer is she’s doing BOTH!  How Schroedinger’s Cat is that?  The article about it is here.  Leave a comment to let me know how many minutes you wasted trying to get yourself to see her turn a different direction.

The answer for me is: WAY too long.

Put Your Creativity In and Shake It All About

Well, between monotheism and submission, it’s gotten heavy in here all of a sudden.  Does every one feel the need for a break to shake off the heaviness for a moment?  When my students look overwhelmed after a really tough lesson I have every one do the Hoky Poky.  While you’re free to do that at home, I have the blog version right here:

Today  is mac’s Daddy’s birthday.  (insert cheering and applause here)  For his birthday, he received a bow press
which may have been exactly what he wanted, but isn’t exactly filled with marital sentiment.  Tonight, Terri and her lovely girls will be joining us for supper and we’ll have a dessert of some kind with candles.

Here is how YOU TOO can participate in my husband’s birthday celebration:

You know the “Happy Birthday” song?  You know how sometimes there are irreverent lyrics included?  (You look like a monkey, and you smell like one too.)  Well, I want special lyrics just for a bible loving, hunting, painting, cooking, fishing husband.  Can you help me with that?  In the comments, give me your version of the happy birthday song in this format:

Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday to You
Thanks to your green soap, you don’t smell like a zoo

Only, you know, with your own creative, personalized words.  We’ll decide at supper which is the best, and I’ll announce the winner tomorrow, along with an actual real prize that will include a sample of my husband’s artwork.  Said artwork can be found, displayed, here.

How’s that for a “bloggy hokey poky” to get us laughing and to shake off the weight of weighty topics.  You may want to take advantage, because tomorrow’s Freedom Friday and this week is a tough one.

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Folly

Sometimes I do silly things.

I know this is a shocking revelation to you, especially those of you who know me well.

I’ll pause while the coughing and laughing stops.

Everyone okay now? Good.

So sometimes I do silly things. On a few occasions these things are purposeful, but mostly I catch myself off guard. There are really only two things to do when I catch myself in a moment of folly. I can hide, and be sure it will eventually find me out, or I can photograph it, blog about it and laugh alongside everyone else.

Folly 1

Actually, the first story doesn’t have a picture because I noticed it on my way out the door to school today. I have a set of guest towels that were purchased just for our new guest bathroom in our new home. Girls care about those things. Boys don’t notice what they’re wiping their hands on. So my white face cloths and hand towel were looking a little dingy. On Monday, I took them out of the guest bathroom and put them in my kitchen sink with a heavy bleach solution. I soaked them for two days, then put them into the washing machine, hoping to see fresh, non-dingy face cloths and hand towel at the end of the cycle.

Then, at the last minute, I also threw in the two bath mats.

The two bath mats are green.

My bleached face cloths and hand towel are now a (very even, thankfully) pale shade of mint. At least they match the bath mat and shower curtain.

Folly 2

The same day I put the face cloths and hand towel to soak in the bleach, I was changing my mac’s clothes. As I was tugging on the waist band of her little jeans I was muttering to myself “these pants weren’t this hard to maneuver last time I put them on her. look at this. They don’t even cover her diaper. Stupid pants. What is wrong with these pants.”

Notice in all that muttering I am blaming the inanimate object in the equation.

In the end, I tugged and tugged, and then sat my beautiful daughter down on the couch in front of me, and saw this:

human error

MmHmm. Clearly the pants were the problem.

Funny. She was a lot more comfortable, and the pants were much easier to manage, when I used BOTH pant legs.

It’s okay, you’re laughing WITH me - or at least near me.

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