Can anyone answer me this question...
When I cut a hot dog into pieces and warm it for my child in the microwave, if it's in pieces and the pieces touch, WHY do the pieces spark where they're touching?
And for that matter... if pieces that are touching spark, then why does it not spark and burn up when it's the whole dog in one piece? What the heck?
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Handicapped Hilarity
My house is hilarious right now. Or at least I think so.
My wonderful husband, (who had surgery on his elbow three weeks ago) has figured out which things he can do around the house that he doesn't mind doing, and then the parts that he doesn't want to do, he conveniently "can't" do that part. Let me give you a few examples.
- He can cook dinner, using every dish in the cabinet, and then eat and put his plate in the dishwasher, but the 48 pots and pans he used to make the dinner have to be handwashed, and he can't do that part with only one hand. It would put too much strain on his elbow.
- He can do laundry, separate it out, wash all the different loads, get it out of the dryer, but he can't fold it and put it away, because you need two hands to fold a shirt. So, we have a mountain of laundry waiting at home for me to fold and put away, because he's doing so much laundry you would have thought we were going on a week-long trip and every piece of clothing needed to be clean before we left.
- He can sweep the floor, picking up all the chairs and such off the floor before he does it, but he can't put it all back away when he's done.
- He can play with Little Man all afternoon while I go work out, but when I get home, I have to change the diaper, because he can't do it with only one hand.
-He can bathe himself, in the shower now, but he can't give Little Man a bath, because that causes the elbow to stretch out too much.
See what I mean?!? I have a hidden comedian at my house! This is only week three. He was told he'd be off work for twelve. How many more things is he going to decide that he can only do part-way?
I guess I should be thankful that he at least gets the job started for me, but the problem is that I don't have as much time as he does to get all the half-finished projects done before he's starting another one that I'm going to have to finish. I haven't been to bed before eleven all week long. Argh.
To add to the humor, my child has been waking up at 3 am, 2 am, and 1 am on three consecutive nights, standing up in bed ready to get up and play basketball or talk to Daddy or look for Papaw's truck, or anything else that pops in his little mind at hours that are not made for being awake. Last night he finally slept through the night, and by this, I mean he only cried out once at 3 am, looking for Daddy, and I shh'ed him and told him to sleep, and he rolled over and went to sleep.
I wonder what fun stuff I get to do when I get home today!?!
Whatever it is, it can wait while I go work out. A mom has GOT to have ME time. (M= Mommy E= Escape)
My wonderful husband, (who had surgery on his elbow three weeks ago) has figured out which things he can do around the house that he doesn't mind doing, and then the parts that he doesn't want to do, he conveniently "can't" do that part. Let me give you a few examples.
- He can cook dinner, using every dish in the cabinet, and then eat and put his plate in the dishwasher, but the 48 pots and pans he used to make the dinner have to be handwashed, and he can't do that part with only one hand. It would put too much strain on his elbow.
- He can do laundry, separate it out, wash all the different loads, get it out of the dryer, but he can't fold it and put it away, because you need two hands to fold a shirt. So, we have a mountain of laundry waiting at home for me to fold and put away, because he's doing so much laundry you would have thought we were going on a week-long trip and every piece of clothing needed to be clean before we left.
- He can sweep the floor, picking up all the chairs and such off the floor before he does it, but he can't put it all back away when he's done.
- He can play with Little Man all afternoon while I go work out, but when I get home, I have to change the diaper, because he can't do it with only one hand.
-He can bathe himself, in the shower now, but he can't give Little Man a bath, because that causes the elbow to stretch out too much.
See what I mean?!? I have a hidden comedian at my house! This is only week three. He was told he'd be off work for twelve. How many more things is he going to decide that he can only do part-way?
I guess I should be thankful that he at least gets the job started for me, but the problem is that I don't have as much time as he does to get all the half-finished projects done before he's starting another one that I'm going to have to finish. I haven't been to bed before eleven all week long. Argh.
To add to the humor, my child has been waking up at 3 am, 2 am, and 1 am on three consecutive nights, standing up in bed ready to get up and play basketball or talk to Daddy or look for Papaw's truck, or anything else that pops in his little mind at hours that are not made for being awake. Last night he finally slept through the night, and by this, I mean he only cried out once at 3 am, looking for Daddy, and I shh'ed him and told him to sleep, and he rolled over and went to sleep.
I wonder what fun stuff I get to do when I get home today!?!
Whatever it is, it can wait while I go work out. A mom has GOT to have ME time. (M= Mommy E= Escape)
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Coordination or Frustration?
I don't usually forward things to friends, unless they are really good or really funny. This time, though, I am so addicted, I had to know if I was the only one.
I got this in an email from one of those friends that sends you every forward she's ever been sent, like I could forget about her if she didn't bombard my mailbox with every useless piece of mail she's ever read.
Anyway... try this. It's supposed to test your hand/eye coordination, and I can't get past seven seconds. It says if you can get 18 seconds, you're doing good. The Air Force tests fighter pilots with it and wants them to do it for 2 minutes. Holy crud!
Enough talk. TRY IT!
And then tell me how you do.
I got this in an email from one of those friends that sends you every forward she's ever been sent, like I could forget about her if she didn't bombard my mailbox with every useless piece of mail she's ever read.
Anyway... try this. It's supposed to test your hand/eye coordination, and I can't get past seven seconds. It says if you can get 18 seconds, you're doing good. The Air Force tests fighter pilots with it and wants them to do it for 2 minutes. Holy crud!
Enough talk. TRY IT!
And then tell me how you do.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Those Two Little Words
There are two little words that when you hear them, you cringe.
When you hear them at the end of the day, you reply, “Just go to bed and sleep it off.”
When you hear them in the middle of the day, you answer, “Just go to bed and sleep it off.”
When you hear them first thing in the morning, you know that your day is off to a bad start.
When you hear them on an early Monday morning, you know exactly how your week is going to shape up… crummy.
If you had heard them from a woman, it would be no big deal.
If you heard them from a child, you would know exactly what to do next.
When you hear them from your husband, early in the morning on a frigidly cold Monday morning, you know that your bad morning is going to lead to a bad day, which is going to lead to a bad week, and hopefully not ruin a weekend.
What are these two words? As if you didn’t know already, but I’ll tell you anyway, in case you were thinking about some other word.
Those two little words?? I’m sick…
When you hear them at the end of the day, you reply, “Just go to bed and sleep it off.”
When you hear them in the middle of the day, you answer, “Just go to bed and sleep it off.”
When you hear them first thing in the morning, you know that your day is off to a bad start.
When you hear them on an early Monday morning, you know exactly how your week is going to shape up… crummy.
If you had heard them from a woman, it would be no big deal.
If you heard them from a child, you would know exactly what to do next.
When you hear them from your husband, early in the morning on a frigidly cold Monday morning, you know that your bad morning is going to lead to a bad day, which is going to lead to a bad week, and hopefully not ruin a weekend.
What are these two words? As if you didn’t know already, but I’ll tell you anyway, in case you were thinking about some other word.
Those two little words?? I’m sick…
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Nature vs. Nurture
I know I didn't teach it to him... and I don't think he learned it at the sitter's... so that must mean that it was just programmed into him at the beginning of time, and I must now fight forever to change it.
Since when did my child figure out that if he has something on his hand, instead of saying, "Eww" like he used to while holding it up to me to clean off, that now it's easier to just wipe it off on his shirt or nearest piece of furniture.
What?? I hope this phase doesn't last long.
Since when did my child figure out that if he has something on his hand, instead of saying, "Eww" like he used to while holding it up to me to clean off, that now it's easier to just wipe it off on his shirt or nearest piece of furniture.
What?? I hope this phase doesn't last long.
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