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July 5th, 2012
finally, a girl!

The Chop’s youngest sister found out today that she’s expecting a girl! The Chop and I guessed it would be a boy, but this is even better.

I’m unduly excited to go shopping for girl clothes. :)

posted in: awesome,randomness — @ 11:15 pm

May 18th, 2012
first of many

The Sister and I drove the Peanut up to visit our parents this weekend, the first trip of many, and he did amazingly well during the four hour drive. We stopped at our favorite restaurant (poutine!) along the way, which worked out well as he loved the fries and our choice of table, and ended the day with a dip in the hotel pool. (Shocker, he LOVES the pool, lol.)

posted in: randomness — @ 10:47 pm

May 8th, 2012
things I learned today

  • Regina’s bare skin is the same color as her fur! It’s a crazy kaleidoscope of mottled grey, black and white. You wouldn’t even realize she’s been shaved unless you were right next to her.
  • Drugged dog whining is more sad and pathetic than normal dog whining. Also, groaning. It’s very sad.
  • I don’t “slowly come to a stop” at stoplights, according to the Porkchop. Apparently I’m a jerk-and-go driver? Driving the two of them home from the vet, both in the far back (sans seatbelt), was a pain in the butt. FOR ME!
  • The Peanut really missed his dog. And eight weeks to a dog AND a baby are an eternity.
  • My mother saved so much more crap from our childhood than I realized. Penmanship exercises (those didn’t take), spelling homework and nine million pictures of Christmas trees are just a few of the items I’ve told her to toss. Because seriously.
  • Maurice Sendak wrote more books than I realized. All interesting, all telling of his own youth. He will be missed.
posted in: randomness,regina,sad — @ 11:31 pm

April 26th, 2012
I answered $10

If a baseball and bat cost $110, and the bat costs $100 more than the ball, how much does the ball cost?

I read this on Boing Boing tonight and immediately said $10. I asked the Porkchop and he thought for a few seconds and said $5. Ten minutes later he had convinced me he was right, but only. just. barely.

If you answered $10 you are inclined to believe in religion. If you answered $5 you are inclined to disbelieve.

Why? Because, according to new research reported in tomorrow’s issue of the journal Science, the $10 answer indicates that you are an intuitive thinker, and the $5 answer indicates that you solve problems analytically, rather than following your gut instinct.

posted in: randomness — @ 11:47 pm

April 24th, 2012
who do you hope you are

The beauty of an apology is that everyone wins because it reveals not only who we are, but who we hope we are. A teacher, a student and a 39-year-long lesson in forgiveness.

A Christian school, for the most part, is not that different from a public school. Aside from the curriculum and the smaller class size (due mostly to the cost, I suspect), the kids are still kids. The schools I went to in elementary and high school were so small that I can still remember the names of my classmates – first and last. I can recall the groups, who got along best with who and in particular, the few kids who were different. My graduating class had 29 students, roughly half of whom I had been in school with since second grade, and the other half who I’d known since ninth. It makes for a very tight overall group – even if we weren’t always hanging out together, we were always a unit to everyone outside of the class.

And we were a unit that made it hard for new kids to join – particularly if they didn’t fall into one of the “groups” that already existed. There was the group from my elementary school and the group from another Christian elementary school. Then those groups were broken down into those who went to the Presbyterian church where our high school was located and those who didn’t. And then there were the outliers, the kids who were transfers over our four years there and even kids who started in ninth grade, but didn’t fit into one of the groups.

I know their names, and I remember when they left (only a couple made it all four years) and I wonder now if they felt bullied or hurt because they weren’t included. High school is hard, private or public, and the rest of us should’ve made it easier. We were, after all, a religious school.

There’s no big bullying event or series of events I can remember. It’s possible they didn’t feel bullied at all, maybe just left out (my memory is shit), but being left out can be just as damaging.

posted in: crapola,randomness — @ 10:28 pm

April 19th, 2012
every hour lives are saved

This is a most fascinating article. And yes, it’s from 2006 – but it is highly relevant.

We are so lucky to be alive in this day and this age. We haven’t cured cancer or AIDS (yet – I do believe one will be cured in my lifetime), but we’ve made such amazing strides in medicine and those strides have saved millions of lives.

The Peanut has not progressed with eating the way other kids have. There’s no way around trying to describe it – he doesn’t eat much of anything, he doesn’t really feed himself and what he does try to eat, he mostly spits out after absorbing whatever liquid comes out. The Chop and I have tried for months to change this with no success, so at his most recent well visit, our pediatrician gave us the numbers for specialists.

One scheduled us for an appointment in six weeks (sigh), one had no openings and one scheduled an intake appointment almost immediately – which happened today. She came to the house, filled out reams of paperwork, talked to us and watched him eat.

And for the first time in weeks, I feel a huge sense of relief. The hardest part about wondering if your child might have a problem is everyone else in your life disagreeing. He might be picky, it’ll take time, just give him some space, etc., are just a few of the responses we’ve heard when discussing his problems with eating. But he’s our child and we know that something is not right.

The intake person thinks he’ll qualify – he has to score low enough in a particular category to qualify – and if he doesn’t, she said, we can use clinical opinion to make the decision that he needs to be in the program. It’s a great program, largely covered by the state and our insurance (we have to pay $1500 a year, but a private program can be upwards of $1500 a month) and she is going to request to be on his team (of course he charmed her – my son has lady killer skills), and we’re ready for some help.

He’s so smart in other ways – the intake person loved interacting with him – but his complete un-interest in food is a problem.

posted in: crapola,parenting,randomness — @ 11:58 pm

April 6th, 2012
don’t be a dumbass.

Don’t Be A Dumbass. It works in almost any situation – work, driving, grocery shopping, etc. Just don’t be a dumbass and you’re good to go.

posted in: randomness — @ 10:39 pm

March 28th, 2012
i really don’t need to know

I think I hate Facebook.

I’ve realized that I actually don’t want to know what’s happening in the lives of people I haven’t seen or hung out with since high school. HIGH SCHOOL. The place I graduated from 11 (omg) years ago.

Things I don’t want to know:

  • That your husband is addicted to porn and after trying to work it out, you are divorcing. Maybe you should’ve dated longer than a year before you got married? Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten knocked up RIGHT BEFORE you got married? Especially since both of you had another kid each from previous relationships? And you both claim to be religious? I dunno. I don’t judge.
  • That you voraciously support that douchebag pastor Mark Driscoll and think he knows everything. Seriously. This guy is an idiotic asshole. Why do you think he knows everything?!
  • That you practice NFP (Natural Family Planning) and that you think it’s the BEST birth control and that this is something you wrote: “It’s knowing your body and communicating as a couple, respecting each other, and willful self control when necessary. It’s that and so much more.” I don’t need to know that about you. EVER.
  • That you knocked up your wife on your anniversary – and you know that for a FACT. No, ew, over share.
  • That you are pregnant, but still going to clubs. Regularly. And staying out until the wee hours. Why? Aren’t you tired? Also, why do I care?
  • That you are pregnant AGAIN. For the 4th, 5th, 6th time. And your “quiver” is full. Or maybe not. Whatever God wants. Really? Are you perfectly willing to just pop out babies forever? Why are condoms and birth control bad again?

Maybe I just hate being “friends” with the people I never really knew in the first place. Or the people whose lives have diverged so much from my own that reading about what they do now is irritating.

posted in: crapola,randomness — @ 11:58 pm

March 18th, 2012
embargoed

We just found out that one of the Chop’s sisters is pregnant – only five weeks, so we are not allowed to discuss it yet – but oh man, I am so excited. The Peanut is going to have a cousin near his age – and even though they live rather far away, we’ll still see them once a year. The Chop is currently on the phone with her and they’re discussing names – hilariously two of the names for girls are on our list as well – and vitamins and baby Bjorns.

I’m of course interrupting repeatedly and debating how soon I’m allowed to start sending stuff. I have a plethora of gift ideas now that I’ve had a kid – good, very good, awesome gift ideas – and at this moment, one dear friend and one sister-in-law just have to find out what they’re having so I can start sending stuff.

SO FREAKING EXCITED.

posted in: randomness — @ 11:35 am

March 11th, 2012
the announcement

The Chop and I just finished watching the Magic Johnson documentary, an incredibly fascinating look at his life, before and after his diagnosis. It’s mind blowing to me that it was only 20 years ago that AIDS was considered a death sentence and a scarlet letter of homosexuality. Neither of us remember the Announcement occurring – both of us young and not fully grasping the enormity of what had happened.

The Porkchop’s dad has Parkinson’s, a disease without the stigma of AIDS, but with the same outcome. Like Magic Johnson, Michael J. Fox has raised awareness and ensured that we’ll have him around for years and years. Celebrity is a double-edged sword, but in the right hands, it can move mountains.

Never underestimate the power of a few committed people to change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has. – Margaret Mead

posted in: randomness — @ 11:46 pm
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