Brother Sun Sister Moon

Sorry, no St. Francis here today.  Perhaps another day.  (If you understood that–you deserve a prize!)

Yesterday driving home from school in the afternoon, Hannah Rose noticed the moon was already out.

Why was it out?  According to Hannah Rose, “it wanted to visit the sun.”

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Girls Aren’t Yucky

Hannah Rose started kindergarten last week.  So far, she likes it a lot.  However, she has run into something she does NOT like too much.  The boys don’t want to play with the girls.

This really bothers her, and I can understand why.  We were talking about this whole issue and how the boys think the girls are yucky.

I say to her, “Girls aren’t yucky are they?”  She readily agrees, “No!  They’re not yucky.  They’re clean!”

lmao…

Nothin’ Like a Good Old Existential Meltdown

I recently found a new site–Not Always Right.  It’s got some hilarious stories there, and I have to highlight one:

Nothin’ Like A Good Old Existential Meltdown

(Confronted by a customer with an extremely high pitched voice and impenetrable Highland accent. This is one of those tiny old Scottish women with a headscarf nailed on and muscles like steel wires. They are a common sight in the East of Scotland, and are almost immortal. Only the slow action of the wind off the north sea will gradually erode them.)

Me: “That will be £***, please.”

Old Lady: “Areyenamerican?”

Me: “I beg your pardon?”

Old Lady: “Ah sid, are ye Namerican?”

Me: “I’m sorry, I missed that.”

Old Lady: “Are… ye… an… American?”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. I misheard you. No, I’m English.”

Old Lady: “Oh… why?”

(I have spent much of the last three years trying to come up with a satisfactory answer. As yet I have made no progress.)

Mondegreen

Hannah Rose was on the phone with her pappy and was talking about the upcoming wedding.  She’s excited we’re going to see our seamstress, Debbie Freeman, tomorrow.  She told Pappy that she was going to be the Flower Girl, and then went on to talk about her cousin’s role in the wedding.

“He’s the ring barrel.”

Actually, that would be ring bearer.

And if you’re curious about the title of this post–check out some of the latest words added to the dictionary.

Quote of the Day

“Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.”

~Francis Bacon, 1561-1626 (English Philosopher )

“My Daddy makes that noise!”

Hannah Rose called me today, and since my phone was across the house and still on vibrate (oops!) I missed the call.  She left me a voicemail.  “Hi Brenda.  The tortilla maker made a noise that my daddy makes.  Bye-bye.  I love you.”

Seems she’s rather impressed with this–she’s been talking about it a lot since Friday.  While on her vacation with her mom, she went to her uncle’s house.  His girlfriend and Hannah Rose made tortillas Friday.  (Strangely enough–I, too, was making tortillas Friday.  At about the same time.  Talk about strange coincidences!)  Anyway, seems she has one of those tortilla presses that also cooks the tortillas (I use a traditional comal)–and the press emitted a noise.  Hannah Rose announced that her daddy makes that noise!  Her uncle started to explain to her how we all make that noise sometimes (thinking she was referring to flatulence).  Only, that’s not what Hannah Rose was referring to.  ~laughing~  I guess her mom explained a bit….  Chris likes making funny faces and funny noises–often combining the two.  Hannah Rose of course loves it!  (She definitely has his sense of humour!)  She was referring to one of his particular face/noise combos.

They didn’t get in until late this evening so we’ll be picking up Hannah Rose tomorrow.  I’ve no doubt she’ll want daddy to make the tortilla noise.

Baby Got Stats!

I am the world’s biggest geek and I absolutely love this!!!!  It’s from the Johns Hopkins Dept. of Biostatistics!  You have to listen to this song!  Baby Got Stats  If you’re interested you can check out their poetry.

Math and poetry–such a beautiful combination.  I know–you don’t need to remind me.  I’m twisted–like a mobius strip!!!