Animals of All Kinds

I couldn't help it. I've been going through withdrawals, and so I decided to get my fix and then go back to studying, I promise. I've already taken a break, of sorts, from studying this morning, so I can't spend much time today doing much else.Plus, yoday has been an even more beautiful day than yesterday, with the highs supposed to be in the low 80's. I want to finish and then go sit outside!
Today, my hubby and I decided to take Little Man to the zoo. We decided to go to the smaller, closer one today, rather than the one more than an hour away and a little bigger. I've been to the bigger one several times already, with school trips and what-not, but I had never been to the closer one. So, we packed up and headed out. And yesterday, in conversation with his best friend, my hubby invited them along too. Unfortunately, my half of our friendship couldn't come along because she had class, but we got to take little Dillon instead. It was fun! The first time I took Little Man to the zoo, he was really too little to understand anything and for him, everything was a dog. So, this time was neat, because he knows that an owl hoots and a lion roars and then he could see a real live one, instead of the cartoon version. The cute part was that he called the turtles Franklin. HA! He did really well the whole time! He walked around and held our hands, he would ask to sit in the stroller when he got tired of walking, and he looked intently at the snakes and anything else that moved enough to catch his eye. It was sweet.
When we had seen it all and decided we were hungry for lunch, we got back into the car, where I was reminded that not all men have grown up, even when they have had kids. I prayed and prayed the whole way home for God to grant me temporary hearing loss, so that the things that my hubby and his best friend were discussing would not fall on ears that didn't want to hear such things. Why is it that men are so different from women in every possible aspect? On our way home, there was a car pulled off to the side, and a man/boy (we couldn't tell age) was standing next to his car relieving himself in broad daylight. No Joke. This then rendered up a whole slew of stories of when the two "men" in my car had done the same thing, either sharing personal stories, or reminding each other of "that time when..." Oh goodness. It was sad. I can't believe I had to sit and hear all of that. And I couldn't turn the radio up to tune them out because both little boys were asleep through the whole ride. Why did I have to say I'd drive?
Anyhow, we finally made it back home, so that Little Man could take a real nap, and that my husband could mope around wishing he was still hanging out with his friend and sharing stories. I, on the other hand, am back to studying that animal I call Math.

Keep You Busy

I have to take a short hiatus from posting for a few days. My Master's classes are finally over, as of December, but my Comps test is next Saturday, March 4th. By the time I get to the room where I'm supposed to take the test at 9am, I also have to have my portfolio completed. This portfolio is a compilation of three years worth of work and my commentary about the work that I have chosen to showcase. Now, the showing off my work part is not the problem. It's the choosing of which problems to showcase and then to explain why I picked them that is the hard part. So, I am banning myself from posting, and limiting myself to only reading posts and comments for fifteen minutes a day until I can get this thing done. Once it's done, then I need to study for the test on Saturday, so that I can make the 80 that is required to pass. Argh.

So, in all fairness, I didn't want you to have nothing to do while I was "on leave."
Here are the rules of the game:
- Only 2 persons on the raft at a time
- The father can not stay with any of the daughters without their mother's presence
- The mother can not stay with any of the sons without their father's presence
- The thief (striped shirt) can not stay with any family member if the Policeman is not there
- Only the Father, the Mother and the Policeman know how to operate the raft
- To start click on the big blue circle on the right.
- To move the people click on them.
- To move the raft click on the pole on the opposite side of the river.

This is possible, I've done it. Apparently it's some sort of IQ test used in Japan as an interview technique. Hmmm. Like I said, it'll keep you busy until I get back.

Mystery Meat

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?

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)

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.