Haven't had time to come up with anything witty lately... but I saw this on a blog of a friend of mine so I did it for myself. Try it and let me know what you get.
This is a MP3 Player game... and quite hilarious! Try it for yourself and see! (And yes, all of my answers below are completely legit, and are actually order in which my songs came up on my Zen)
INSTRUCTIONS:
1. Put your MP3 Player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
If someone says "Is this okay?" you say?
Criminal (Fiona Apple)
What would best describe your personality?
There is A light that never goes out (Anberlin)
What do you like in a guy/girl?
Bottom Line (77's)
How do you feel today?
It's Beginning to get to me (Snow Patrol)
What is your life's purpose?
On Top (The Killers)
What is your motto?
Spaceman7 (Mike Roe and Mark Harmon)
What do your friends think of you?
Honey Run (Mike Roe)
What do you think about very often?
Who owns you (White Heart)
What is 2+2?
Tell Me Why (P.O.D.)
What do you think of your best friend?
Glory Train (77s)
What do you think of the person you like?
Solution (Jonah33)
What is your life story?
Jenny was a friend of mine (The Killers)
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Bliss Tearing Eyes (Dead Poetic)
What do you think when you see the person you like?
Leaving So Soon? (Keane)
What do your parents think of you?
Andy, You're a Star (The Killers)
What will you dance to at your wedding?
Believe Me Natalie (The Killers)
What will they play at your funeral?
Jimmy Olsen Blues (Spin Doctors)
What is your hobby/interest?
Watching the sunrise in an old raincoat (Mark Harmon/Mike Roe)
What is your biggest secret?
It's On (Superchick)
What do you think of your friends?
You still love me (77s)
What's the worst thing that could happen?
Me (Plumb)
How will you die?
Losing Hope (Jack Johnson)
What is the one thing you regret?
Flake (Jack Johnson)
What makes you laugh?
Independence Day (White Heart)
What makes you cry?
She Bop (Cyndi Lauper)
Will you ever get married?
This is the last time (keane)
What scares you the most?
Shape of my heart (Sting)
Does anyone like you?
U Started it (Gwen Stefani)
If you could go back in time, what would you change?
Two Princes (Spin Doctors)
What hurts right now?
Shine on you crazy diamond (Viktor Krauss)
What will you post this as?
Rainy Monday (Shiny Toy Guns)
What do you think about your job?
New (No Doubt)
How do you feel about the future of our country?
Better Off (Theory of a Deadman)
If a genie granted you three wishes, what would they be?
Gimme that Wine (Labert, Hendricks and Ross)
Gabriela (Whiteheart)
Space Cowgirl (Mike Roe & Mark Harmon)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
It's been awhile...
Been very busy lately... but here's a few more pictures for now till I can take some time to write.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Teacher says ever time a bell rings a baby has to pee
Diapers are a touchy subject these days... what part of the eco system do you destroy? If you go with disposible diapers, they are not so disposible and you are creating a problem in our landfills and water supply. If you go with cloth diapers you are wasting water and electricity by drying them. There are some middle ground areas where you can use a flushable insert in a cloth diaper and you can get better disposible diapers that will be nicer to our landfills.
One alternative is of pavlovian nature. Yep, you too can train your kid to urnate at the drop of a sound.
My wife, and sometime me as well, attend a "mommy and me" class that the birth center hosts. They talk about subjects that concern parents and teach them how to be better at what they are already doing. Mothers also exchange tips and sometimes milk if some are producing extra. One mother at this place is very militant when it comes to babies. She is not afraid to let you know how you should raise your child. She has a method and it should work on every child. At just days old you figure out when you child is peeing and you make a noise whenever he/she does it. For example pisssssst. Eventually the child assoicates the sound with the act and then you can take your child to the bathroom, hold them over a receptical and make the noise and the child will do the act. Yep, you too can have your very own dog. This woman claims that at 11 weeks she was able to train her child to hold his urine and only pee when she made the noise. She says that we are the only country in the world that teaches our children to soil themselves and then spend months training them not to. By turning your child into a pavlovian dog you can save on diapers and save our planet.
I'm not sure I want my child to trained in such a way. What will happen if some one calls my child over to them and wants to keep on the down low? "Pssst, come here I have something to tell you." My child then proceeds to pee her pants and doesn't know why. I'm sure if other kids find this out they will do their best to make her pee as well... I think I'll stick to destroying the landfills.
One alternative is of pavlovian nature. Yep, you too can train your kid to urnate at the drop of a sound.
My wife, and sometime me as well, attend a "mommy and me" class that the birth center hosts. They talk about subjects that concern parents and teach them how to be better at what they are already doing. Mothers also exchange tips and sometimes milk if some are producing extra. One mother at this place is very militant when it comes to babies. She is not afraid to let you know how you should raise your child. She has a method and it should work on every child. At just days old you figure out when you child is peeing and you make a noise whenever he/she does it. For example pisssssst. Eventually the child assoicates the sound with the act and then you can take your child to the bathroom, hold them over a receptical and make the noise and the child will do the act. Yep, you too can have your very own dog. This woman claims that at 11 weeks she was able to train her child to hold his urine and only pee when she made the noise. She says that we are the only country in the world that teaches our children to soil themselves and then spend months training them not to. By turning your child into a pavlovian dog you can save on diapers and save our planet.
I'm not sure I want my child to trained in such a way. What will happen if some one calls my child over to them and wants to keep on the down low? "Pssst, come here I have something to tell you." My child then proceeds to pee her pants and doesn't know why. I'm sure if other kids find this out they will do their best to make her pee as well... I think I'll stick to destroying the landfills.
Obsessed about shoes
I'm one of those people who doesn't think too much about germs and the like. I'm about as close to a bachelor as can be when it comes to things always being clean. I don't mind a little dust here and there. I will step over the piles of clothes around the room and I memorize the holes so that I can do it even the dark. I don't know if you can call that a skill but I think I would.
My wife on the other hand wants things uber clean. If something of potential dirty touches something that is considered clean, the clean item is immediately considered fully dirty and much be washed thoroughly. For instance while moving a bike the bike tire barely touches a blanket which is hanging up on the drying rack. The whole blank needed to be washed despite the fact that the bike tire wasn't even wet or had any debris on it. If I leave something on the floor in the corner of the room, far removed from any "normal" traffic pattern, she will do her best to walk over to said corner and step on the item. It's like she's got a magnet in her foot for these things. If I drop a sharp object into a shag like carpet and I can't find it I just call my wife over with her bare feet as she is likely to find it very quickly.
The same is true of our floors. There is a sign on the door which reads:
New baby inside.
Over protective new parents.
Please remove all outside foot gear. :)
Thanks
Sanity should resume shortly.
Most people read this and chuckle... others seem to ignore it... I think it needs to be more to the point so that my wife doesn't flip out. Something perhaps that says:
REMOVE YOUR SHOES OR FACE THE WRATH.
Sanity should resume shortly, but not guaranteed to.
So that when a repair man comes over to look at the dryer he should know that he really should remove his shoes and that the sign on the door is not just for would be friends who stop by. Whenever one of them comes over and passes over the invisible threshold that is near the bench by the front door, my wifes soul dies a little inside and it's replaced by rage. After the repair man leaves all floors must be swept and mopped and the rug needs to be taken to the laundry mat to be washed as it does not fit in our washing machine. No one is allowed to touch the rug until it is clean. Especially ALT. So this week sometime we will be camping out at the local laundry mat to watch the spin cycle... Later this week I think she'll actually be taping a visible threshold so that would be dirt trackers will know when they have taken the holy grail past the seal.
The front door is another sore subject. Last year when my wife left for Alaska she came back to her lavender bag and it had moths larva, which she loving refers to them as moth maggots, in it. Now anytime the front door is open and any lights are on, she freaks out that a moth is going to come in and eat her yarn. I just say we get screen door, but what do I know...
I never though I would be one of those parents, one who talks about their child's pooping or farting... but it's the cutest damned thing the world to see ALT make that little o that she makes with her mouth when she's dropping a load into the diaper. However I know she's my kid as she can out gas a trucker on some days.
I'm waiting for a good chuckle from her. She smiles all of the time... she started doing it in her sleep within the first week of life. She's been chuckling in her sleep for about 2 weeks now, but I have yet to see it when she's awake. I get some cooing, which is another thing I was waiting for and I'm glad to hear it, but when is a good laugh coming?
My wife on the other hand wants things uber clean. If something of potential dirty touches something that is considered clean, the clean item is immediately considered fully dirty and much be washed thoroughly. For instance while moving a bike the bike tire barely touches a blanket which is hanging up on the drying rack. The whole blank needed to be washed despite the fact that the bike tire wasn't even wet or had any debris on it. If I leave something on the floor in the corner of the room, far removed from any "normal" traffic pattern, she will do her best to walk over to said corner and step on the item. It's like she's got a magnet in her foot for these things. If I drop a sharp object into a shag like carpet and I can't find it I just call my wife over with her bare feet as she is likely to find it very quickly.
The same is true of our floors. There is a sign on the door which reads:
New baby inside.
Over protective new parents.
Please remove all outside foot gear. :)
Thanks
Sanity should resume shortly.
Most people read this and chuckle... others seem to ignore it... I think it needs to be more to the point so that my wife doesn't flip out. Something perhaps that says:
REMOVE YOUR SHOES OR FACE THE WRATH.
Sanity should resume shortly, but not guaranteed to.
So that when a repair man comes over to look at the dryer he should know that he really should remove his shoes and that the sign on the door is not just for would be friends who stop by. Whenever one of them comes over and passes over the invisible threshold that is near the bench by the front door, my wifes soul dies a little inside and it's replaced by rage. After the repair man leaves all floors must be swept and mopped and the rug needs to be taken to the laundry mat to be washed as it does not fit in our washing machine. No one is allowed to touch the rug until it is clean. Especially ALT. So this week sometime we will be camping out at the local laundry mat to watch the spin cycle... Later this week I think she'll actually be taping a visible threshold so that would be dirt trackers will know when they have taken the holy grail past the seal.
The front door is another sore subject. Last year when my wife left for Alaska she came back to her lavender bag and it had moths larva, which she loving refers to them as moth maggots, in it. Now anytime the front door is open and any lights are on, she freaks out that a moth is going to come in and eat her yarn. I just say we get screen door, but what do I know...
I never though I would be one of those parents, one who talks about their child's pooping or farting... but it's the cutest damned thing the world to see ALT make that little o that she makes with her mouth when she's dropping a load into the diaper. However I know she's my kid as she can out gas a trucker on some days.
I'm waiting for a good chuckle from her. She smiles all of the time... she started doing it in her sleep within the first week of life. She's been chuckling in her sleep for about 2 weeks now, but I have yet to see it when she's awake. I get some cooing, which is another thing I was waiting for and I'm glad to hear it, but when is a good laugh coming?
Monday, August 18, 2008
Who does number 2 work for?
Nothing really new to talk about. She mostly just eats, sleeps and poops in various orders.
I'm going to talk about poop now. Hey, it's my kid and I'm allowed. I'll send my 25 year old self over to slap me after I'm done.
There was the ninja poop. She just sat there... didn't make any noise and suddenly when the doctor when to check her back it was there!
There was the scare the fatman poop. We were over helping a friend move and she was on the couch and just let her rip and the diaper couldn't contain it. Scarred the Fatman for life.
There was the poop in my mouf. You ever see riding in cars with boys? Well, when you change her diaper she tends to pull her legs in tight like she did in the womb and she'll get her feet in poop. Sometimes you can't see it all... all I'm saying is that her edible toes are not as tasty when you get some poo in you mouth. Ask A.L.T's mom, she'll tell you.
Then there are the faces... when she makes a perfect O with her mouth, you know what's happening... check out some of the new pictures in the galery to see some of the better faces she makes.
I'm going to talk about poop now. Hey, it's my kid and I'm allowed. I'll send my 25 year old self over to slap me after I'm done.
There was the ninja poop. She just sat there... didn't make any noise and suddenly when the doctor when to check her back it was there!
There was the scare the fatman poop. We were over helping a friend move and she was on the couch and just let her rip and the diaper couldn't contain it. Scarred the Fatman for life.
There was the poop in my mouf. You ever see riding in cars with boys? Well, when you change her diaper she tends to pull her legs in tight like she did in the womb and she'll get her feet in poop. Sometimes you can't see it all... all I'm saying is that her edible toes are not as tasty when you get some poo in you mouth. Ask A.L.T's mom, she'll tell you.
Then there are the faces... when she makes a perfect O with her mouth, you know what's happening... check out some of the new pictures in the galery to see some of the better faces she makes.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Like going to the store with a rock star
Before ALT was born we had a small, very small mind you, fear that our kid might be an ugly kid. You know that no one will tell you to your face that your kid has a great face for radio. They will simply smile and just ask her name and move on with their day and secretly screaming in their head. However, it has come to my attention that I have a very cute kid. It's not just a face that a mother could love, but that everyone who sees her wants to know more about her.
What is with the question of the birth weight? Everyone wants to know what she was born at to compare to the hundreds of other people that the person knows and then proceed to tell you how much their kids weighed or how much their fat uncle weighed when he was born... etc. It just seems odd to compare such a thing. Considering that c-sections are the norm these days, it really doesn't matter how much the kid weighed because they were sliced right out and didn't have to go through the "ring of fire" like they used to.
So yesterday we went to the grocery store to get diapers and water. 30 minutes later we leave because everyone wanted to see ALT and tell us about their story. This is fine and I really enjoy the fact that we have a rock star for a daughter. Just to compare. I had to go to another store to get 3 things for dinner prep and I left mom and ALT in the car while I ran in... 3 minutes. This must be what it's like to be famous or at least being related to someone who's famous :)
What is with the question of the birth weight? Everyone wants to know what she was born at to compare to the hundreds of other people that the person knows and then proceed to tell you how much their kids weighed or how much their fat uncle weighed when he was born... etc. It just seems odd to compare such a thing. Considering that c-sections are the norm these days, it really doesn't matter how much the kid weighed because they were sliced right out and didn't have to go through the "ring of fire" like they used to.
So yesterday we went to the grocery store to get diapers and water. 30 minutes later we leave because everyone wanted to see ALT and tell us about their story. This is fine and I really enjoy the fact that we have a rock star for a daughter. Just to compare. I had to go to another store to get 3 things for dinner prep and I left mom and ALT in the car while I ran in... 3 minutes. This must be what it's like to be famous or at least being related to someone who's famous :)
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Quiet
All is quiet for a change. No more poking every day, no more taking her to get looked at and measured every morning. The Jaundice has passed and we are trying to finally take it easy. As I write, my two babies are sleeping on the bed.
Yesterday we went to costco to get some supplies and I wore a sling with ALT against my chest. This woman stops and points at us and says "SUN!". That was all. Not, "Aw what a cute baby, she's a little jaundice isn't she?", or "Oh wow, are you getting her some sun for that color of her?". Nope, just "SUN!". I said, "excuse me?" Mostly because I thought she said "Son" and was pointing at me. She then says "You need to get that baby into the sun she's got Jaundice". To which I pretty much said "thanks" and my wife tried to say more to her about the fact that we have been... I swear some people.
Yesterday we went to costco to get some supplies and I wore a sling with ALT against my chest. This woman stops and points at us and says "SUN!". That was all. Not, "Aw what a cute baby, she's a little jaundice isn't she?", or "Oh wow, are you getting her some sun for that color of her?". Nope, just "SUN!". I said, "excuse me?" Mostly because I thought she said "Son" and was pointing at me. She then says "You need to get that baby into the sun she's got Jaundice". To which I pretty much said "thanks" and my wife tried to say more to her about the fact that we have been... I swear some people.
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