Christopher Reeve passed away yesterday. I can't help but mourn his death. My entire life, while there aren't Superheros in tights fighting crime in the streets, you just couldn't help but to think that Superman was real.
And when didn't good prevail over evil? I think we all hoped that he would fully recover from his spinal cord injury...I think we all believed deep down inside that he would, after all -- when didn't Superman win?
Rest in peace, Superman. May you be running and flying free while fighting crime where ever you are.
You will be missed.
Monday, October 11, 2004
Truth
If you hang yourself half way off your swing and semi upside down while it's in motion and hold youself like that for awhile after I've fed you a bowl of oatmeal, you will spit up all over the floor.
And you don't need to keep checking to see if your spit up is still on the floor with each tick tock of your swing. It will still be there each time you check until I wipe it up.
And if you drop your biscuit on the floor off the same side of the swing before I get a chance to wipe up your spit, your biscuit will be covered in spit and trust me, you won't want it any more. So there's no need to cry for it because you can't reach it.
And you don't need to keep checking to see if your spit up is still on the floor with each tick tock of your swing. It will still be there each time you check until I wipe it up.
And if you drop your biscuit on the floor off the same side of the swing before I get a chance to wipe up your spit, your biscuit will be covered in spit and trust me, you won't want it any more. So there's no need to cry for it because you can't reach it.
Saturday, October 09, 2004
Beautiful Brown Fat
So today I learned something new.
Brown Fat.
On the base of my daughter's neck in the back where her neck and shoulders meet, she's got the cutest little pudge of fat--charmingly chewable. I pointed it out to my husband, and he says, "Oh yeah--brown fat."
Like I was supposed to know this? Is this common knowledge that I'm just naturally clueless about?
I guess it's something newborns and hibernating animals share alike. In newborns, it a layer of fat in the lower neck area that helps the body regulate a core temperature and to aid in keeping the blood warm as it travels to the brain.
Most humans grow out of and lose this fat, while bears keep it their whole life due to their hibernation habits.
Although 'brown fat' doesn't make the idea of 'fat' sound any better, it sure does look cute on my daughter. I guess it's called 'brown' because the actual fat under the skin looks darker than regular fat?
I was fascinated by this tidbit of trivia!
I married such a smarty!
Brown Fat.
On the base of my daughter's neck in the back where her neck and shoulders meet, she's got the cutest little pudge of fat--charmingly chewable. I pointed it out to my husband, and he says, "Oh yeah--brown fat."
Like I was supposed to know this? Is this common knowledge that I'm just naturally clueless about?
I guess it's something newborns and hibernating animals share alike. In newborns, it a layer of fat in the lower neck area that helps the body regulate a core temperature and to aid in keeping the blood warm as it travels to the brain.
Most humans grow out of and lose this fat, while bears keep it their whole life due to their hibernation habits.
Although 'brown fat' doesn't make the idea of 'fat' sound any better, it sure does look cute on my daughter. I guess it's called 'brown' because the actual fat under the skin looks darker than regular fat?
I was fascinated by this tidbit of trivia!
I married such a smarty!
Friday, October 08, 2004
Where's My Seat?
This has been on my mind for awhile. It's bothered me but I haven't had the words to write about it.
As you know, I pass the retirement home up the street from me on our daily walk.
On many occassion, I've noticed that in their dining room they have name tags that dedicate one seat to one person at a particular table setting. Why do they need name tags to dictate where they sit?
Is this a carry over from when you're young?...the ~cool~ lunch table...the ~cool~ seats on the back of the bus? I mean..is there an ~in~ table at the retirement home?
Come to think of it..maybe it's to help keep track of particular diets. Mrs. Smith can't have salt. Mr. Jones can't have sugar. You think?
I'm bothered that they have name tags.
If it is because of particular diets, is it such an impersonal place that the workers can't know a resident by face? so much so that they need to have name tags?
Or maybe it's because particular residents don't get along well so they put name tags down to keep them from sitting at the same table...a sort of keeping the peace so no brawls break out?
But even then, you'd think in their ripe age they'd manage to either keep their own distance or have learned how to play nice by now.
I mean really, why the name tags? I feel like going in there and scooping them all up.
As you know, I pass the retirement home up the street from me on our daily walk.
On many occassion, I've noticed that in their dining room they have name tags that dedicate one seat to one person at a particular table setting. Why do they need name tags to dictate where they sit?
Is this a carry over from when you're young?...the ~cool~ lunch table...the ~cool~ seats on the back of the bus? I mean..is there an ~in~ table at the retirement home?
Come to think of it..maybe it's to help keep track of particular diets. Mrs. Smith can't have salt. Mr. Jones can't have sugar. You think?
I'm bothered that they have name tags.
If it is because of particular diets, is it such an impersonal place that the workers can't know a resident by face? so much so that they need to have name tags?
Or maybe it's because particular residents don't get along well so they put name tags down to keep them from sitting at the same table...a sort of keeping the peace so no brawls break out?
But even then, you'd think in their ripe age they'd manage to either keep their own distance or have learned how to play nice by now.
I mean really, why the name tags? I feel like going in there and scooping them all up.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
You Aren't
Don't zoom up to the stop sign in your Dodge truck like a bat out of hell, so that I'll look up at you in your cheap sunglasses and wrinkled button down.
And don't assume I'll think you're cool, because you know how to push down your gas pedal.
You're also not cool when you don't let me cross the street with my daughter at the cross walk, because you're too busy peeling out around the corner so you can park your truck up the street one block.
You aren't cool. You just aren't.
And don't assume I'll think you're cool, because you know how to push down your gas pedal.
You're also not cool when you don't let me cross the street with my daughter at the cross walk, because you're too busy peeling out around the corner so you can park your truck up the street one block.
You aren't cool. You just aren't.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Ansty and Envious
I'd like to rearrange every piece of furniture in my house.
Today it just doesn't seem like it's organized the right way. There's the chance we'll be moving come April or so and that has me so antsy. I need to just hold tight and not go crazy and start rearranging furniture.
Somehow though I think a new look to the place would help me cope with the anticipation and stress of an upcoming move. But then I think, why bother?...you'll have to pack it all up into boxes if you ~do~ move.
My husband's uncle gave a call today and talked of all his great travels..."I flew here this last weekend, hopped over to X on Monday, then I'm off to X tomorrow on an early flight, and then to San Francisco on Wednesday next week...but first there's the dinner party this weekend at my house and wedding and and and..."
It just sounded so busy and fun and adventuresome.
Today it just doesn't seem like it's organized the right way. There's the chance we'll be moving come April or so and that has me so antsy. I need to just hold tight and not go crazy and start rearranging furniture.
Somehow though I think a new look to the place would help me cope with the anticipation and stress of an upcoming move. But then I think, why bother?...you'll have to pack it all up into boxes if you ~do~ move.
My husband's uncle gave a call today and talked of all his great travels..."I flew here this last weekend, hopped over to X on Monday, then I'm off to X tomorrow on an early flight, and then to San Francisco on Wednesday next week...but first there's the dinner party this weekend at my house and wedding and and and..."
It just sounded so busy and fun and adventuresome.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
It's Good To Have Friends
The older I get the more I realize how nice it is to have good friends.
Thank you to my friend and her family for coming over.
Thank you for sharing in the devouring of the sinful Atomic Cake too!
The Atomic Cake
Thank you to my friend and her family for coming over.
Thank you for sharing in the devouring of the sinful Atomic Cake too!
The Atomic Cake
Monday, October 04, 2004
In Awe Endlessly
My Miracle
It's still amazing to me that we have a daughter.
She's a miracle.
A beautiful creature that knows no hate or tragedy or illness or anything other than love and happiness.
I can't believe it some times.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Watch Out For the Post!
My parents are still visiting. We decided to head up to the British Pub up the street for some beverages and appetizers. It was a nice time-aside from the tumble our little one took from the highchair onto the floor (She's just fine!).
On our walk home, my mom decides she's going to roll the stroller while my husband carries our daughter.
As we pass this BMW parked along the edge of the parking lot, its alarm system goes ~beep beep~ and its lights flicker.
Mom stops briefly aghast thinking she caused the BMW to flicker and go beep beep. Upon looking up she realizes it wasn't her and sees a group of people heading toward the car and comments,
"Oh! That was youuu! I thought I made the car do that!!"
They smile and the owner jingles their car keys in our direction.
Meanwhile, Mom is so busy being friendly and continuing the conversation, she doesn't notice this large metal sign post ahead of her....
PINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
She walks the stroller dead on into it and it makes this loud, yet extremely comical, ping sound halting her movement.
We all started laughing, as did the group of people, with a said comment,
"But THAT ~was~ YOU!"
We laughed until we cried.
On our walk home, my mom decides she's going to roll the stroller while my husband carries our daughter.
As we pass this BMW parked along the edge of the parking lot, its alarm system goes ~beep beep~ and its lights flicker.
Mom stops briefly aghast thinking she caused the BMW to flicker and go beep beep. Upon looking up she realizes it wasn't her and sees a group of people heading toward the car and comments,
"Oh! That was youuu! I thought I made the car do that!!"
They smile and the owner jingles their car keys in our direction.
Meanwhile, Mom is so busy being friendly and continuing the conversation, she doesn't notice this large metal sign post ahead of her....
PINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
She walks the stroller dead on into it and it makes this loud, yet extremely comical, ping sound halting her movement.
We all started laughing, as did the group of people, with a said comment,
"But THAT ~was~ YOU!"
We laughed until we cried.
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