I just finished a bowl of freshly made apple sauce. Made yesterday, in fact. In my kitchen. By my lovely bride.
On Wednesday, Megan went out with the girls, and a bunch of other ladies, and picked apples. She brought home a bushel. Yum. She also brought home a gallon of apple cide, a jar of apple butter, and a jar of honey, with the comb in it.
A good time was had by all. While picking, you can sample an apple from the tree[1]. If you like it, pick some. If you don’t… toss the apple aside, and move along. This, of course, was a delight to the girls. I thought it was just a cool experience.
Hopefully next year we’ll get to all go. In the mean time… we’ve got apples to eat!
[1]not gourds, though. Don’t touch the gourds, or a grumpy old man will yell at you. Even if your children (or any of the children in your group) didn’t pick the gourd… they just found it on the ground and were playing with it. Leave it alone, and let the old bitter man rest easy.
The girls have been excited about this movie since they first saw pictures of it. I thought it would be pretty good, too.
But, we (Megan and I) watched it last night, to preview it for the girls. Friday is movie day, and that is what they were going to watch today. But we decided that we wouldn’t let them.
I was really disappointed with it. Basically, I didn’t let the girls watch it because I don’t want them to start talking the way they did in the film. Way too much potty humor.
The movie was mildly entertaining for an adult, that understands all the references to pop culture of today, and yesterday. There were a few segments that were really cool to watch. Like the ‘cross town express’ scene. That was very elaborate, and watching it was exciting.
As far as the story goes, eh. Not too exciting. It’s the story of the little guys banding together to beat the big guys. Not much of an original twist on it, either.
My advice? Stick with A Bug’s Life.
p.s. - for those concerned about movie day for the girls, they went to pick out another one.
We borrowed Ice Age from some friends, and I watched it with G & A last night while Megan was out doing a bit of birthday shopping.
It was okay. It wasn’t excellent like, say, The Iron Giant, but I liked it. The characters were a little forced, but I figured it’s a kids movie, so they wanted to exagerate things a bit so they get it. It has a clear redemptive theme… and even a sacrificial death and resurrection.
The concern with the film, I guess, is the billions of years/evolutionary aspects of it. But, to be honest, I can’t tell if the film is openly mocking evolution, or is just buried so far under the icons of evolution that it doesn’t know it is mocking evolution. In any case, I didn’t see much danger in it.
There was one part where a man cuddled up with his baby… and at that point in the movie, Ashley scooted towards me and cozied herself up against me. That was fun.
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I’ve installed email comment subscription… but I’m not sure it works. I don’t know why, but you have to scroll all the way down to the bottom of the page in order to check the box. And then scroll up again to submit. Weird.
edit: Those of you that comment…. would you rather me just turn the option on by default? So you don’t have to go down and check the box? I think that’s what I’d rather have if I were you… but let me know what you think.
A few months ago iTunes 4.9 was released, and with that came support of podcasting. Podcasting, if you don’t know, is simply automated delivery of audio content. You subscribe to a podcast, and whenever a new one is released, it is automatically downloaded.
Since 4.9 was released, I’ve gone through a ton of podcasts, trying to find ones I like, and ones that keep my attention. One that had made the cut is called The Word Nerds. It’s about, surprise, words, language, and why we talk the way we do.
Check it out.
Today Geneva is going to get her first haircut. It took quite a bit of convincing before I permitted it. My little girl is getting her beautiful hair chopped off. Of course… it’s only a trim… to even it out and all that. But, still. It’s always way more than you expect. Never again will I look at her untainted hair. I didn’t even get a chance to take one last, intentional look at it last night, and soak it in.
See, a frind of ours from church has a sister that is a professional hair-cutter person… whatever that’s called. Any she’s visiting this week, and is doing haircuts for kids today for free. Megan called me this morning about it.
She’s going to look so different. So grown up.
So, last Thursday in the mail we got some kids club thingy about bible things. This one was a pack of cards that were Noah’s Ark and the Flood. You flipped them over, and they were a puzzle. There were also some collectible trading cards (two Noahs), a crossword puzzle, some other activities and little lessons about the story. Anyhow… I pretty much rolled my eyes at the cartoonish portrayal, and gave them to the girls to play with. As expected, they lasted less than 24 hours.
But, in today’s mail came a very similar pack. It was obviously the same company… had the same format, the same packaging style and all that. I couldn’t check the return address because the Noah’s Ark stuff was dead and gone. But I’d be willing to be it was identical. But, this pack was about scary creatures. The first card (that you could see through the packaging) was a dinosaur. I thought to myself, “I wonder if they’ve got millions of years”. And, sure enough, a brief run through the ‘info’ on the card said the dinosaur’s lived over 65 million years ago. Cracked. Me. Up.
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Pure Nerd 65 % Nerd, 34% Geek, 17% Dork |
| For The Record:
A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.
The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally
smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up
all of the traits and tendences associated with the “dork.” No-longer.
Being smart isn’t as socially crippling as it once was, and even more
so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be
replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.
Congratulations!
Link: The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test via Chris |
So the appointment with the orthopedist went all right. The doctor was nice, looked at her injury and felt it with his fingers. He said it was still lined up fairly well, and will be mostly healed in 3 weeks, and thoroughly healed in 6. He didn’t know if the ‘figure 8 brace’ would fit her little body or not, and didn’t seem to be too bothered by the thought of it not fitting her.
We sat for way too long in the office waiting to find out, so we stepped out. The nurse was pretty rude to us, saying they were getting the brace. I asked how long it would be, and she just said they were in the process. Then she snapped that we could get it somewhere else if we had to be somewhere. Well… after sitting in that tiny room for at least 45 minutes (after waiting the lobby another 45 or so) with a hurting, hungry little girl.. I decided I’d waiting enough. So we left.
We’ll look around a bit for the brace, but I’m not feelin pressed to get it. We just need to make sure Ashley takes it easy and doesn’t do crazy things to hurt it more.
Some times I don’t realize how biologically nerdy I am.
You know that game, Catch Phrase? If not, it gives you a word, and you have to get someone on your team to say the word, without actually saying the word, or part of it, or anything like that. Sort of like Taboo, but easier. There’s a timer, and if it goes off on your turn, the other team gets a point. It’s fun when you’ve got a medium sized group of people.
Well, one time a bunch of friends were playing that game. It came to me, and the word was ‘clam’. And I said “A bivalve!”, and prepared to pass to the next person. But… I couldn’t. Because my team was looking at me with a puzzled look on their faces. “Bivalve?” I started to describe a clam, but the buzzer went off.
I thought everyone knew that clams and oysters and mussels and all those two shelled shellfish were called bivalves. But… apparently, that is a biology nerd thing to think.