Student: I’m making myself ill.
Master: Well that won’t help!
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Of Grasshoppers
Student: I prove myself by taking the hard path.
Master: The easy path does not imply the lazy path. It does ensure greater opportunity for success. -
Evan of Tasmania
Take two and a half minutes of your life and experience ten minutes of shopping at Border’s with Evan!
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From the mouths of babes
Evan reminds me of Max (btw, that link autoplays a Max and Ruby snippet and Evan bee lined it to my lap so we had to watch all of them as he identified characters and objects in the movie. What fun!)
Dad: "What do you want for breakfast?"
Evan bolts over to the food shelf and points at Cinnamon Toast Crunch: "ONE!" -
Dad says NO…so what
We are dog sitting this weekend. No, let’s call it like it is. We traded 3 children for one Corgi. Granted, I think the children are more well behaved. This is still a welcomed change of pace for the holiday weekend.
We wake this morning and Crystal has mined the floor so I put Evan on the indoor slide and he watches from the safety of the loft as I clean. Crystal has a special diet so I lock her in Tommy’s room then feed Molly in the kitchen. This is my first moment to use the restroom. Yes, I leave the door open because I have to keep an eye on the pixie and you know the modeling thing.
Here’s a thought for you non-parents. How does toilet training begin? This will make your head reel. The word is modeling. Let me tell you! A dog growling at you during a special moment is nothing as disturbing as a toddler handing you toilet paper! [Source]
I see Evan place his hand on the doorknob to Tommy’s room. "No!" Evil grin. I repeat "No" and even get intellectual offering him an explanation. Click. Squeak. Slam! Ok. The door definitely opened while I looked down. Perhaps he peeked and closed it before Crystal escaped. Then I hear the jingling of her collar against Molly’s metal food bowl.
Does anyone listen to Dad’s lectures of no? The 14 year old went to her first after high school football party then spent the night at a friend’s house. Talk about nerve wrecking for Dad! Please think about Dad saying, "No!"
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Broadband is so slow in the United States
[Picture source] I know I know. Japan, smaller geographic footprint. Where’s China?
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Because you should have to chase your music
I guess this will be on someone’s Christmas list. via Engadget
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More On The Differences Between Men and Women
Men and women see the world differently. Noah has school pictures today.
Cathy: "How did Noah look this morning?"
Me: "I’m pretty sure he went to school."
Cathy: "How did Noah look this morning?"
Me: "I emphasized to him that he really needed to turn in his check for pictures."
Cathy: "How did Noah look this morning?"
Me: "Umm. I know he was wearing clothes."
Cathy: "How did Noah look this morning?"
Me: "I don’t know. Give me a hint!"Update: Apparently Amy had school pictures yesterday too. Mom is less than thrilled.
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Twitter Ouch
Proxy Error
The proxy server received an invalid response from an upstream server.
The proxy server could not handle the request GET /home.Reason: Error reading from remote server
Additionally, a 502 Bad Gateway error was encountered while trying to use an ErrorDocument to handle the request.
Growing pains?
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I’ve got a butt!
Uncle Jim has a great song that the children love (and I do too!) called "I’ve Got a Butt" on his Let There Be Fun CD. Go listen to track 8. Hit the XMKids request line at XMFan to get the full song played.
Jim Mayer, aka Uncle Jim, is an award-winning children’s music performer who has been playing children’s music since 2002. The term “Uncle Jim” is not a figurative one; Jim has twenty nieces and nephews and he knows what kids like! [Source]
He’s a Tennessean! Living in Nashville. Now which child needs to join the fanclub?
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Lull Them to Sleep
Evan’s crib lives in our bedroom. It has a nook. So that Cathy and I could watch television we would leave it on when Evan was put in the crib for the night. This way he wouldn’t go from a total black, quiet room to a bright, noisy lighted room. When I noticed him watching the television after I would put him in the crib, and I noted that the programs were sometimes violent, or Ophraish, or foul mouthed comedians, I started to question my parenting.
Having Comcast’s digital cable, I started setting the television to classical music. Of course, Cathy will put the music on the 70s channel when she puts Evan down for naps or sleep. Between the two of us, he’s now being flooded with music that encourages big hair, high libido, and a serious coke habit (have you ever actually watched Fantasia?).
It didn’t occur to me that we had ingrained a ritual into the poor boy’s head until the cable went out today. Evan went down for a nap and complained that the tv was "broke" and demanded his music. What? Use a boom box or radio?! Pshaw!
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Some days just make me want to cry
"Please do the impossible. Oh and these other unrelated things too."
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8am
The rest of the world is getting into the office about now. I’ve already been through a 3 page Word document of bug fixes. Already this morning, which began at 4:30am, I have coded enough that my head is buzzing. Yes, like a runner’s high, a programmer can get into such a zone that all else disappears. That’s one reason asking a programmer a question can be terribly detrimental. The mental exercise can be strenuous and leave your head throbbing. Anyone that doesn’t like calling the brain a muscle (and no its not a muscle) has never really had to think hard. Your brain can ache after some serious mental hurdles! I need a rest but cannot break the momentum.
