My son is playing with his Leap Pad, and the little shit has figured out how to beat the system. Don't know the answer? Hit it twice and it tells you! Figured it out all on his own.
So the hubs and I are listening to him cheat (THAT'S RIGHT, SON, YOU ARE CHEATING AT LEAP PAD! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?) for the umpteenth time. This is the exchange that followed:
Us: If you can't figure out the answer, use a less difficult book. Don't cheat.
Him: I have to.
Us: No, you don't. TRY to give the correct answer.
Him: But I can't, my brain doesn't know the correct answer!
Hm. Hard to argue with that logic, bud.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Reason 2,364 Why My Neighbor Hank Rocks.
My neighbor Hank is pretty cool. He's a genuinely nice dude, he and his family are great people to live next door to, and he absolutely LOVES the Prince, so anyone who's that nice to my kid is good in my book.
I shall now offer to you reason 2,364 why my neighbor Hank rocks.
Sunday afternoon, my kitchen. Hank is chatting with the King (random nerd things, I presume) when he hears the dulcet tones of the OTHER neighbor's obnoxious Lab and Beagle wailing outside my window. (This is a VERY regular occurrence, one that has caused us great grief since these people moved in. That's another post for another time.)
Him: WHAT is that?
Us: The dogs next door. Nice, huh?
Him: Oh wow. That's awful. Happen a lot?
Us: Every day of our lives.
*Hank falls in to deep thought*
Him: I've got it. We can hook up speakers on your deck, and I've got some recordings of ultrasonic sounds..not audible to the human ear, but it sure would shock those dogs. I know just how to set it up. Cause, damn..that's annoying.
Hank rocks. Why the hell didn't we think of that? (It pays to live next door to an audio engineer, I suppose!)
I shall now offer to you reason 2,364 why my neighbor Hank rocks.
Sunday afternoon, my kitchen. Hank is chatting with the King (random nerd things, I presume) when he hears the dulcet tones of the OTHER neighbor's obnoxious Lab and Beagle wailing outside my window. (This is a VERY regular occurrence, one that has caused us great grief since these people moved in. That's another post for another time.)
Him: WHAT is that?
Us: The dogs next door. Nice, huh?
Him: Oh wow. That's awful. Happen a lot?
Us: Every day of our lives.
*Hank falls in to deep thought*
Him: I've got it. We can hook up speakers on your deck, and I've got some recordings of ultrasonic sounds..not audible to the human ear, but it sure would shock those dogs. I know just how to set it up. Cause, damn..that's annoying.
Hank rocks. Why the hell didn't we think of that? (It pays to live next door to an audio engineer, I suppose!)
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Pandora Whor-ah
A little while back, Stacy posted about a website she found, called Pandora. For this, I am eternally grateful. I now pledge my undying love for her and her internet findings.
Pandora is omnipotent. It is magical. If it were a hot guy, I'd totally make out with it.
Here's how it works: You select an artist, say, New Kids On The Block. DON'T YOU JUDGE ME! Ok, so you put in the artist, and Pandora waves her magical wand and *poof!* NKOTB are soothing me with their melodic sounds. THEN (and this is the best part!) it starts to pull other songs from artists in the same vein. So after I teleported back from 7th grade (oh Donnie Whalberg, how I loved thee....) it started to play songs by Tiffany, N*Sync, and various other teeny-bopper music. Quelle awesome! You also have the option to rate the songs while they're playing, so it learns what you like and dislike. Quelle awesome, again!
With this, you can create a myriad of stations (I have everything from NKOTB to The Supremes, Billy Joel to Daughtry...whatever mood I'm in, Pandora knows what I'm looking for...I'm telling you..magical) and here's where it gets even cooler- you can share these stations with your friends, and they can listen to what you've got in your playlist and conversely, you can listen to theirs. For instance, my co-worker listens to a completely different style of music than I do, but I am open to listening to new things, so I click on her station...and what do you know? I liked it! Songs I didn't know I knew...and hey, I have the artist names now! Thank you Pandora!
The best part about this? Free. Totally free.
Try it, I guarantee you're going to love it. Seriously.
Pandora is omnipotent. It is magical. If it were a hot guy, I'd totally make out with it.
Here's how it works: You select an artist, say, New Kids On The Block. DON'T YOU JUDGE ME! Ok, so you put in the artist, and Pandora waves her magical wand and *poof!* NKOTB are soothing me with their melodic sounds. THEN (and this is the best part!) it starts to pull other songs from artists in the same vein. So after I teleported back from 7th grade (oh Donnie Whalberg, how I loved thee....) it started to play songs by Tiffany, N*Sync, and various other teeny-bopper music. Quelle awesome! You also have the option to rate the songs while they're playing, so it learns what you like and dislike. Quelle awesome, again!
With this, you can create a myriad of stations (I have everything from NKOTB to The Supremes, Billy Joel to Daughtry...whatever mood I'm in, Pandora knows what I'm looking for...I'm telling you..magical) and here's where it gets even cooler- you can share these stations with your friends, and they can listen to what you've got in your playlist and conversely, you can listen to theirs. For instance, my co-worker listens to a completely different style of music than I do, but I am open to listening to new things, so I click on her station...and what do you know? I liked it! Songs I didn't know I knew...and hey, I have the artist names now! Thank you Pandora!
The best part about this? Free. Totally free.
Try it, I guarantee you're going to love it. Seriously.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
It FIgures!
The weather around here finally decides to stay nice (read: it's not snowing 24/7 anymore!) and what happens?
I get an ear infection. Wait, let me correct that, a DOUBLE ear infection. For the second time. In less than six months.
Fabulous!!!
What the hell? How does a thirtymumblemumblemumble year old woman get two double ear infections in six months?
Calgon take me away.....
I get an ear infection. Wait, let me correct that, a DOUBLE ear infection. For the second time. In less than six months.
Fabulous!!!
What the hell? How does a thirtymumblemumblemumble year old woman get two double ear infections in six months?
Calgon take me away.....
Friday, April 4, 2008
Two Down, Four To Go.
It's a bad week to be a fish in the castle, let me tell you.
The Prince has (strike that, HAD) six African Cichlids, which his uncle hand raised for him. The sixth fish, and most coveted, was a special one that the Prince had named Sunny D, because of his gorgeous orange color. In less than a week, we've lost him, another "regular" cichlid was belly up when I came home for lunch today, and there's a third one that I have a sneaking suspicion is on the way out. I'm praying I'm not met with any surprises when I walk in the door from work tonight. I don't know if I can handle it.
Originally we thought that the demise of Sunny D was because of an accident; when we found him, he was pinned underneath a decorative log in the tank. The King liberated him from the situation, but he was in bad shape. He struggled on through the night and in to the next day, but went to the big fish bowl in the sky by last Friday evening. Poor fella. Throughout the week, however, we started thinking maybe it wasn't a freak accident and he got his tail whooped by one of the others. After today's findings, I'm pretty much convinced that was the case.
If you don't know about cichlids, let me tell you this: the are AGGRESSIVE fishies. Really aggressive. When Sunny came to the tank (he was a late arrival as my brother in law wanted to make sure the tank was in good shape before bringing him to live with us) he immediately put his smack down and let the rest of the tank know he was in charge. This did not go over well with the other residents of said tank, as you can imagine. Ever since, there's been some strange fishy powerstruggle going on, and I guess you could say that generic cichlid #1 is the winner. Either that or he's gone American Psycho on us and is systematically murdering all the other fish in order to have the tank all to himself...
The worst part about all of this is telling your four year old that his pets are dead. Don't get me wrong, I know they're just fish, and are TOTALLY replaceable, but, hey. The kid's 4. That's tough on a little guy. Maybe I need to detour to PetSmart before I pick him up from school today.....*sssshhh..don't tell on me!*
Oh, and BTW, Detroit Tigers? What the hell? WHAT. THE. HELL? 0-4? Are you freaking kidding me?
The Prince has (strike that, HAD) six African Cichlids, which his uncle hand raised for him. The sixth fish, and most coveted, was a special one that the Prince had named Sunny D, because of his gorgeous orange color. In less than a week, we've lost him, another "regular" cichlid was belly up when I came home for lunch today, and there's a third one that I have a sneaking suspicion is on the way out. I'm praying I'm not met with any surprises when I walk in the door from work tonight. I don't know if I can handle it.
Originally we thought that the demise of Sunny D was because of an accident; when we found him, he was pinned underneath a decorative log in the tank. The King liberated him from the situation, but he was in bad shape. He struggled on through the night and in to the next day, but went to the big fish bowl in the sky by last Friday evening. Poor fella. Throughout the week, however, we started thinking maybe it wasn't a freak accident and he got his tail whooped by one of the others. After today's findings, I'm pretty much convinced that was the case.
If you don't know about cichlids, let me tell you this: the are AGGRESSIVE fishies. Really aggressive. When Sunny came to the tank (he was a late arrival as my brother in law wanted to make sure the tank was in good shape before bringing him to live with us) he immediately put his smack down and let the rest of the tank know he was in charge. This did not go over well with the other residents of said tank, as you can imagine. Ever since, there's been some strange fishy powerstruggle going on, and I guess you could say that generic cichlid #1 is the winner. Either that or he's gone American Psycho on us and is systematically murdering all the other fish in order to have the tank all to himself...
The worst part about all of this is telling your four year old that his pets are dead. Don't get me wrong, I know they're just fish, and are TOTALLY replaceable, but, hey. The kid's 4. That's tough on a little guy. Maybe I need to detour to PetSmart before I pick him up from school today.....*sssshhh..don't tell on me!*
Oh, and BTW, Detroit Tigers? What the hell? WHAT. THE. HELL? 0-4? Are you freaking kidding me?
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Where the heck have you been?
Me? I've been here, there and everywhere, and completely neglecting my royal posting duties.
BUT! I'm back! And sassier than ever! Well, maybe not sassier than ever, but I try.
Oh, how I have exciting news to share with you! The king finally gave in to my constant, incessant whining regarding the laundry apparatus in the castle (apparatus? apparati? who knows...) and I'm now the proud owner of this (and its drying counterpart):
I love this thing more than any person should love an appliance. It's been the object of my desire for quite some time now, and I'm so happy it's taken up residence in my dungeon, er...laundry room.
Next stop: Operation Laundry Room Redo. The poor King has no idea the amount of work he's lined up for himself just by doing the nice thing and buying me that washer and dryer...*giggle*
BUT! I'm back! And sassier than ever! Well, maybe not sassier than ever, but I try.
Oh, how I have exciting news to share with you! The king finally gave in to my constant, incessant whining regarding the laundry apparatus in the castle (apparatus? apparati? who knows...) and I'm now the proud owner of this (and its drying counterpart):
I love this thing more than any person should love an appliance. It's been the object of my desire for quite some time now, and I'm so happy it's taken up residence in my dungeon, er...laundry room.
Next stop: Operation Laundry Room Redo. The poor King has no idea the amount of work he's lined up for himself just by doing the nice thing and buying me that washer and dryer...*giggle*
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