So everyone has posted what they look like as a Simpson character. We here at granades.com like to go that extra mile for your entertainment. So here is our whole family as Simpson’s characters:
Yeah, that is so totally our family.
(Please note that in the masthead photo, Eli has on his puffer fish shirt that Stephen put him in for the character.)
Slightly spoilery, so I’ll throw in a cut.
Continue reading One Other Thought on the Transformers Movie
Enh, it’s no Robot Jox.
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Even though Bob Dylan wrote it and Jimi Hendrix made it famous, I of course, in my musical ignorance, didn’t hear it until U2 covered it. I have five different versions of it in itunes, none of them by Dylan, two of them live. My favorite version changes depending on what version is on my ipod. But in my heart I think my favorite is a noodlely rendition from the Grateful Dead. I like to think that this being my favorite song of all time makes me unique and special. That it’s some hidden thing about me that to look at me you wouldn’t automatically think, “Hey, I bet her favorite song is a Bob Dylan tune!” But I guess it really just makes me a Cylon.
All Along the Watchtower
“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.”
“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
So it appears doctors were, at least partially, behind the botched UK car bombs. This proves what I learned through years of teaching undergraduate physics: many in the medical profession don’t understand physics and chemisty, let alone how to apply those disciplines to real-world problems.
It’s a shame we didn’t offer a Physics for Pyros class.
Eli has taken to planning our days. He will come in our bedroom in the morning and say, “I am going to have a waffle and I will blow on it and eat it and watch a show!” When I come home from work, he tells me, “Dad, after you eat we will play Tasty Planet and then we will play marble tower. Tasty Planet and marble tower make me so happy!” The only thing that ever derails his plans is when he rebels and gets sent to his couch.
Whoa, wait. He rebels. He’s evolving. He has a plan.
He’s a cylon!
For the first time ever today, I had someone come and clean my house. She did the whole house in four hours. As far as I can tell, it’s one step down from a miracle.
Eli decided he needed to take a nap before Jeanie left. So when he woke up the house was quiet and I was in Liza’s room dozing with her on my shoulder, pretending to burp. I heard his door open and he was muttering to himself, “The whole house is clean!”
He came and found me and said with much amazement and surprise, “Mom! The house is so beautiful and clean! Miss Jeanie did a great job!”
There you have it, my little OCD chip off the block.
I don’t really miss my old life. The life I had before I had kids. I enjoyed that life and it was fun. Stephen and I were married eight years before we decided it was time to have kids (well, ok, really he was in grad school but the other sounds better). But sometimes I remember the old life and miss it just a little bit.
Stephen and I are night owls. I was one before we got married and together we can manage to stay up ridiculously late doing pretty much nothing. That all changed though when Eli was born. For one thing, he had The Schedule like the ticking of a time bomb. If you messed with it, the bomb exploded. Part of that is good, because The Schedule made him easy to predict. The bad part was, we had to schedule around his Schedule. The Schedule meant that we had to go to bed at a reasonable hour so that we could meet the demands of The Schedule. Liza is already a bit more flexible. She sleeps longer at a stretch, even during the day, so her eating is a bit more adaptable. She tends to spend the evening hours tanking up for her long nighttime sleep, which is fine because by the time Eli is in bed all I want to do is sit in front of the TV and vegetate.
Last night reminded me of the good old days. Liza picked up a cold somewhere this past week. (I blame you Sci-Quest with all your dirty, dirty buttons to push!) And so, beginning at about 8 p.m. last night, she snuffled and snorted and whined about snuffling and snorting. She was better off when she was nursing but lying flat on her back was out of the question. Stephen put her swaddled in her car seat, hoping that the incline would do the trick. No luck.
So at about 11:30, he gave up and went to sit with her in her room. I went to sleep, thinking he would sleep with her in the recliner. I heard them mumbling about in there around 4 a.m. and so I got up to feed Liza and see how the night went. I found out that Stephen has been sitting straight up with her all night, that was the only way she could sleep. So he sat and read and rocked. I took over and he went to bed. While she was nursing and I was reading, it occurred to me that there have been other times in my life when I stayed up until 4 a.m. reading and thinking it was the good life.
I’m sad that I don’t get to read all night any more. I kinda miss that part of my life. I stayed up late as a kid to read and I guess it just never lost its naughtiness for me. But if I have to give up something to get these two cute kids, I think that maybe giving up staying up all night is probably worth it.
