I could hear my kids playing "school" in their room today as I was resting. My daughter loves having my son do workbooks and watch learning videos in their room. She even had him copying math problems from the TV today onto his notebook paper.

He came running into my room to show me all of his work.

When he went back into the kid bedroom to play school, I heard my daughter stop him at the door.

"What do you have in your hand?" she asked him.

It was quiet for a second and then he must've shown her something.

"I see..." she told him. "Well that's metal. No metal is allowed in school. You can't get past our school door with metal. You'll have to leave it outside."
I guess he did because I could hear his video starting back up and they were playing again.

A sign of the times?
- posted by Christine @ 1:05 PM

 
This is interesting. A full day of Mt. St. Helens, eclipse included.

My son bugged me all morning to vacuum the rec room floor. I think he actually wanted to be the one doing it, but there's no way I trust a five-year-old with a vacuum cleaner over a rug of tiny toys. I kept saying no.

Finally he came into my office and told me to follow him and look at the rug. I knew it was going to be bad. I went into the rec room to find that he'd taken about half a loaf of bread and broken it into tiny, itty bitty pieces and spread it all over the floor.

"Now you really need to vacuum," he tells me. So I did.

I'm just wondering if he's watching infomercials again. Seems like he tries to reinact them every time he finds one that catches his eye.
- posted by Christine @ 10:50 PM

 
Apparently there was a horrible storm in the Vancouver, Canada area. Too bad.
- posted by Christine @ 11:15 PM

 
I know this is already an old one, but are you color blind?
- posted by Christine @ 5:10 PM

 
Men who look like Kenny Rogers (dot com).
- posted by Christine @ 1:34 AM

 
I remember Mt. St. Helens erupting when I was 9 years old. Now that the mountain appears to be waking up once more, they talk about the happenings on the mountain before the big blast in 1980, even show on the news pictures of our current newscasters younger and hairier reporting "from the mountain" months before the blast--but I remember none of that. I guess when you're nine, you just listen to the big news.

And now I'm regretting that I didn't take the trip to see the visitor's center this summer as I kept saying I wanted to. Not that I can't do it next summer, but I think it would've made a bigger impact on the kids if they'd seen the mountain for themselves first. The mountain even waited until the summer was over, I'm sure just to give me time enough to go see it, but of course I delayed.

On a completely different topic, though somehow ties into the fact that many things in my life just don't go right, our dog (in the leg cast) was picked up and lowered into a bath tub full of warm water last night by my energetic son. Thankfully her cast is suppose to be removed tomorrow, so I guess it's not as big of a deal as it could have been.
- posted by Christine @ 4:21 PM

 
Since I spent hours every day typing at my computer for my job, the keyboard I use is very important to me. I'm very picky about my keyboard. If you're just someone that occasionally types a few things on your computer, and you spend more time using the mouse than the keys, then you probably wouldn't understand.

I'm not picky about things in general, but I am about my keyboard. I'm always making sure there isn't anything stuck in the keys that will slow me down. If a key seems to take too long to pop back up, I'm right on it figuring out what's wrong. I hate keyboards that have the keys too far apart, or when there's a button that windows button that I always accidentally hit (I make it a habit to pop those things out whenever I end up with a keyboard that has them).

Well I had finally found a keyboard that I really, really liked...I can type really fast on it, so I bought five of them. I'm down to the last one now. Sometimes keyboards just wear out and aren't very springy anymore, sometimes they meet their fate with a big glass of orange juice, but now I have just one more keyboard that I love. So when my son decided to write his name across the keys, I wiped it off as best I could. It still says a faded "ALE" on the space bar.

But this morning, I made the mistake of sleeping in late, and when I came down to log onto the computer, I realized my fingers were sticking to the keys. Next to the monitor, a can of hairspray.

Of course no one will fess up, but I think I have a good idea of the culprit. The same little guy that did his own hair yesterday with a can of hairspray. Why he thought spraying my keyboard would do *anything* favorable, I have no idea.

The keys still work, though a few stuck together and I had to break them loose. The keys are still a bit sticky and shiny though.
- posted by Christine @ 5:37 PM

 
Found something amusing tonight... Signs written in supposed English from other countries. If you're bored, browse through these, some are really funny.

Hopefully that web site doesn't offend too many people. It's too late for me to actually check out the whole site. Just stay in the foreign sign section and you'll be fine.
- posted by Christine @ 11:57 PM

 
I just think this is so funny. Cheney refers us to an anti-Bush web site at his debate. Pride cometh before a fall.
- posted by Christine @ 4:14 PM

 
Found this cool link on a transcription board. Can you spot the fake smile?

I scored 16/20.
- posted by Christine @ 2:25 PM

 
I keep meaning to watch this show called "How Clean is Your House." I've seen ads for it and I thought it would make me feel a lot better about my clutter. Trouble is, I can't find the TV remote and the Lifetime channel takes too long to jump up to while crouching down on the floor.
- posted by Christine @ 9:38 PM