Fake Samuel

You do realize there is nothing "Einstein" about this show. He would be appalled at the physics concepts presented here.

As some of you may know, I'm on Facebook. It's interesting I suppose, I just think it's kinda silly seeing how it'll be obsolete and very uncool by the time my peers figure out how to use the Internet. Anyhoo, i've discovered that there are really just a few different status updates. -the person saying they are doing something they are obviously not doing -the parent lamenting their absent spouse for the night(hehe) -the update with way too much information -the ever optimistic, "we can do it" post -the political commentary -the I shouldn't be on facebook/I'm wasting time post -the person whose status updates you keep forgetting to block -and of course the annoying person that actually tries to keep us updated on their current activity. As we care. That's about it I guess. Anyhoo I just woke up from a nap so I'm fairly cranky.

I know it's been a while but the folks lock the door now after bedtime and it's hard to get out to post. But I stole the Father's phone tonight so I can post this. Forgive me if there are typos. I'm not bothering to learn how to type with my thumbs as I expect my generation will do something completely different. I first picked up "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" as part of a collection of such books about what could happen if you give certain animals certain things. First, what I don't like. Pretty much at every turn of the page I find myself in the shoes of a weak little boy who can't even stand up to a mouse. Now a moose I can understand. If a moose comes to my window demanding muffins and jam, there is little room for refusal. But, for example, the second sentence in the first paragraph: "If you give a mouse a cookie, he's going to ask for a glass of milk. When you give him the milk,...." Hold it right there-"when...

Have you heard of this?  Apparently, The Folks think I need to abide by something they call "bed time."  As I think back on it, I'm pretty sure I never had one in the past - this is all new to me.  Pretty sure.  Anyhoo, they're requiring that I go to bed at a certain time, and then stay in there until I fall asleep.   I know: crazy. So naturally, I'm fighting it.  It's what I do - I fight for the little guy.  For you.  For you little guy, because you can't fight on your own - you'd hurt yourself.  Look at you, you're pathetic.  And thats usually not me.  I'm a lover not a fighter, usually.  I love.  People, things, markers, daddy's beard - whatever.  I'm a lover.  Of stuff, whatever it may be.   Forget it - Aaron's the lover.  I'm the fighter.  I've always been the fighter.  Lets face it, when Aaron gets his face messed up by some steroid abusing SuperWhy wannabe on the first day of Preschool, its gonna be me who saves him. ...

I stumbled across this find when it was given to me as a gift by my Aunt Bunny. She apparently is a voracious reader and found this in her quest for literature. It opens with a small child inviting a rodent into their house, feeding it and giving it shelter, while letting it run amuck, ruining this child's life. The problem with this book is that its not based in reality. A quote from the book: "If you give a mouse a cookie...he's going to ask for a glass of milk" "When you give him the milk...." And there's the problem - "when". That assumes I'm going to give him milk. If I give a mouse a cookie I'm trying to lure him somewhere so that I can capture him. If he asks me for a glass of milk, I've been way to slow with my approach. Forget about sharing any of my milk with him. And thats another thing - why in the world would I share a cookie with this rodent when he would be just as happy with a bread crumb or a small amount o...

I am cooler than you.

I just to take this moment to congratulate the Broge girls on their recent accomplishments. I was a bit behind on their folks' blog and just caught up today. It looks like they've taken some of my advice. Now don't get me wrong- when we visited a few weeks back it was obvious that these girls knew what they're doing. The pitch of their cry, the occasional pouty face, the mealtime fussiness - all perfect. This kind of stuff is innate. I have nothing to teach them there. While we were there in St. Louis, I took the opportunity to speak with them in a collaborative way - really learning from them as I imparted some of the things I've learned these past couple years. We all came away from the meeting with a greater understanding of just what we can accomplish if we make a concerted effort. Anyway, just wanna throw out some props to EJ and MP for implementing some of the ideas they've been thinking about for the past few months. I'd like to think I h...