Yesterday, out of the blue, Paul asked me to look up "Rocket Robin Hood." I had never heard of it, but apparently, it's an old cartoon that he used to watch. I found it mentioned on Wikipedia, and a Google search showed several uTube links.
I tried one of the links and entered vintage cartoon nirvana - for Paul, that is.
First, I played the Rocket Robin Hood theme song. I shifted to the left of the computer monitor so I could watch Paul's expression - to see if he recognized the song right away. He did.
Then I proceeded to click other links for other cartoons that I thought he might have watched.
We listened to Herculoids, Space Ghost, The Incredible Hulk cartoon, Batman, Iron Man, Fantastic 4, and others. Once you click one link, uTube finds others you might like too. Paul didn't recognize all of them because he hadn't watched the shows. But he knew most of them.
Again, when I clicked the Spiderman theme song, I shifted to the side to watch Paul as the song played. He was bopping his head around and singing the words and had a silly, cute smile on his face. I really am married to a 12 year old!
Actually, a long time ago, when Paul and I were dating, he taught me the words to the Spiderman theme song. We sing this song from time to time. It has a catchy tune. Recently, Abbie and I made up a song for Little Man to this tune. Then we made one up for Angel too.
Later in the evening, when the cats finally got off his lap, he watched several episodes and vignettes on uTube. I now have some Christmas present ideas.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Little White Packets
As I waited my turn to go through the metal detectors today at the courthouse and have my purse searched by the guard, I got a little worried that they wouldn't allow the sugar. But I made sure that I did not open the container so they'd know I didn't tamper with it.
Lo and behold, when I entered the Grand Jury room and proceeded to concoct my lovely brew, there were new containers of real sugar and creamer. The little pink packets were nowhere to be found. Very mysterious!
I had two very good cups of coffee and a donut. Divine!
Lo and behold, when I entered the Grand Jury room and proceeded to concoct my lovely brew, there were new containers of real sugar and creamer. The little pink packets were nowhere to be found. Very mysterious!
I had two very good cups of coffee and a donut. Divine!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Little Pink Packets
On my way to Jury Duty on Monday, I gave myself enough time to stop at McDonald's for breakfast. When I got to Jonesborough, I remembered that parking is terrible at the courthouse so I skipped McDonald's thinking I'd be out of the jury orientation in a couple of hours.
However, I ended up volunteering to serve on the Grand Jury so I had to stay all day hearing cases - over 20, maybe 30. (We ate lunch at 1:00.)
Since I was hungry, I was happy to see that they had coffee in the Grand Jury room. After I had already poured a cup, I realized that there was plenty of creamer (a necessity for me), but there was no sugar (another necessity). There were only pink packets. Bleck! I'm pretty strict when it comes to artificial sweeteners. But I was desperate, desperate I tell you! So I put two pink packets in my cup.
The aroma was nice and the temperature was perfect for sipping.
First sip.......yeleck! [Grimace]
Second sip....[grimace] {sigh} bleck!
Surely, by the third sip I'll be used to the nasty taste, right? And the cup is so nice and warm in my hands.....I really want to drink it and like it..............................
Third sip.... [friggin pink packets ruining my coffee!!!] Yuck-O!
Until lunch time, I could taste that rancid fake sugar (poison?) taste. It coated my tongue. Every time I breathed in and out, I could feel the weird, fake, poisonous taste. I really could feel it, I promise.
I mean no ill will to those who love the pink packets. But I really think people shouldn't ingest fake sugar. I think it's bad for you. But that's just my opinion.
I used to work with someone who only drank a specific diet drink. She drank them all day long at work and at home. When we travelled on business trips together, she brought a cooler loaded with the diet drink. Her breath always had a peculiar odor. After 3 sips of the tainted coffee, it reminded me of that smell that always wafted from my coworker.
There are plenty of studies about artificial sweeteners - they're bad, I tell ya!
Today, while shopping at Kroger, I bought a cylinder of sugar to take to the courthouse and donate to the Grand Jury room.
However, I ended up volunteering to serve on the Grand Jury so I had to stay all day hearing cases - over 20, maybe 30. (We ate lunch at 1:00.)
Since I was hungry, I was happy to see that they had coffee in the Grand Jury room. After I had already poured a cup, I realized that there was plenty of creamer (a necessity for me), but there was no sugar (another necessity). There were only pink packets. Bleck! I'm pretty strict when it comes to artificial sweeteners. But I was desperate, desperate I tell you! So I put two pink packets in my cup.
The aroma was nice and the temperature was perfect for sipping.
First sip.......yeleck! [Grimace]
Second sip....[grimace] {sigh} bleck!
Surely, by the third sip I'll be used to the nasty taste, right? And the cup is so nice and warm in my hands.....I really want to drink it and like it..............................
Third sip.... [friggin pink packets ruining my coffee!!!] Yuck-O!
Until lunch time, I could taste that rancid fake sugar (poison?) taste. It coated my tongue. Every time I breathed in and out, I could feel the weird, fake, poisonous taste. I really could feel it, I promise.
I mean no ill will to those who love the pink packets. But I really think people shouldn't ingest fake sugar. I think it's bad for you. But that's just my opinion.
I used to work with someone who only drank a specific diet drink. She drank them all day long at work and at home. When we travelled on business trips together, she brought a cooler loaded with the diet drink. Her breath always had a peculiar odor. After 3 sips of the tainted coffee, it reminded me of that smell that always wafted from my coworker.
There are plenty of studies about artificial sweeteners - they're bad, I tell ya!
Today, while shopping at Kroger, I bought a cylinder of sugar to take to the courthouse and donate to the Grand Jury room.
October Photos
The witch hat was pretty awesome.
Abbie running a pumpkin relay at school.
Little Man - our inspiration for the costume. I stitched extra toes on the mittens to match his feet.
Character dress up day at school - she is Laura Ingalls.
My new niece, Kylee Ann.
Our new cabinet which houses all my scrapbook stuff (well, most of it).
Our new shelf that holds all our picture albums. After I took this photo, Paul suggested a different arrangement, and I admit, it looks better now.Saturday, November 1, 2008
Sharing the Wealth (as in Candy)
Paul is really great at Halloween. He usually chooses to stay home and give out candy while Abbie and I go around the block.
I try not to wait until the last minute to buy candy so I usually stock our candy bowl about a week ahead of time. After Paul eats most of it and starts feeling guilty....well, guilty isn't the right word. He starts realizing that there isn't enough candy for the trick-or-treaters so he goes out and buys more.
The conundrum is: if I buy just any old candy, he'll make fun of it and tell me I should have bought some that kids would like (meaning him), but if I buy the candy that I know that he will approve of (meaning his favorites), he will eat it before Halloween. So I do buy his favorites and let him make the second trip to the store to buy more.
When Abbie and I return from our trip around the block, she enjoys giving out candy with Paul. Even though he's pretty shy, he warmly greets the trick-or-treaters, comments on their costumes, and gives them fistfuls of candy. If I give out the candy, he supervises and tells me how to do it. He wants to make sure that each child leaves with lots of loot! Right before 9 pm, we start giving out double handfuls so we can get rid of it. Abbie also likes to exchange candy she doesn't particularly like with the good stuff in our bowl. Then we redistribute that. It's voluntary.
Last night, he came up with an interesting idea for an invention for giving out Halloween candy. And he put spider rings on all his fingers and made it look like spiders were crawling through his hair. And he put skull rings on his fingertips to make it look like he had skull shaped fingernails. Then he left the room for a few minutes and came back with plastic vampire teeth in his mouth along with an orange glow necklace. He came back through the house turning off the lights so we could enjoy the full effect. It was pretty spooky.
Not related to Halloween, a few weeks ago, I asked Paul how old he felt - emotionally and physically - in relation to his actual age. Surprisingly (or not surprisingly) he said he felt about 12 years old on the inside. And that is why he enjoys Halloween so much!
I try not to wait until the last minute to buy candy so I usually stock our candy bowl about a week ahead of time. After Paul eats most of it and starts feeling guilty....well, guilty isn't the right word. He starts realizing that there isn't enough candy for the trick-or-treaters so he goes out and buys more.
The conundrum is: if I buy just any old candy, he'll make fun of it and tell me I should have bought some that kids would like (meaning him), but if I buy the candy that I know that he will approve of (meaning his favorites), he will eat it before Halloween. So I do buy his favorites and let him make the second trip to the store to buy more.
When Abbie and I return from our trip around the block, she enjoys giving out candy with Paul. Even though he's pretty shy, he warmly greets the trick-or-treaters, comments on their costumes, and gives them fistfuls of candy. If I give out the candy, he supervises and tells me how to do it. He wants to make sure that each child leaves with lots of loot! Right before 9 pm, we start giving out double handfuls so we can get rid of it. Abbie also likes to exchange candy she doesn't particularly like with the good stuff in our bowl. Then we redistribute that. It's voluntary.
Last night, he came up with an interesting idea for an invention for giving out Halloween candy. And he put spider rings on all his fingers and made it look like spiders were crawling through his hair. And he put skull rings on his fingertips to make it look like he had skull shaped fingernails. Then he left the room for a few minutes and came back with plastic vampire teeth in his mouth along with an orange glow necklace. He came back through the house turning off the lights so we could enjoy the full effect. It was pretty spooky.
Not related to Halloween, a few weeks ago, I asked Paul how old he felt - emotionally and physically - in relation to his actual age. Surprisingly (or not surprisingly) he said he felt about 12 years old on the inside. And that is why he enjoys Halloween so much!
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