Typical Sunday View

Sometimes you can predict what your family will look like.  Sometimes you can't.

This is one of those that I didn't expect, but it didn't surprise me.

Yep.  Genius Golfer nearly asleep in his pajamas, sitting in my chair in the front window's sunshine a couple of Sundays ago.  He's reading a gigantic programming book.  For fun. 

Some days, you just never know what you're going to find around here.

It Could Happen....

I caught this online yesterday and thought I'd share.   While I never thought I SHOULD look like Barbie, it is nice to see a "real life version" of the iconic doll.  But she is a DOLL and most little girls know that. But is it nice to see, just the same.  What do you think?

 

What if Barbie Looked Like a Real Woman?

Posted by Nickolay Lamm in Fun on 1st July 2013
   
Some people say that we shouldn't pay attention to the body proportions of Barbie because she is just a toy. On the surface, that sounds like a valid argument. But a closer look, through research, suggests that Barbie may lead to the following…

The above Barbie vs "normal" Barbie images were created with the help of a 3D printed model of a normal woman.

   

This white model was made using measurements that match up closely with CDC measurements of the average 19 year old woman in America.

 
The end result is what Barbie would look like if she was a healthy, beautiful, 19 year old woman.

For enquiries or comment please contact nickolay@mindworklabs.com

Happy Fourth of July!

"....o'er the land of the free...and the home of the brave!"

Having traveled just a little bit in the world, I always enjoy seeing the new places and especially loved visiting Australia and New Zealand so long ago.  But coming home to America still always held a special feeling.  The government may not be all that we want it to be.  But it is still better than anywhere else in the world!  I think sometimes we loose sight of that fact because there is much to be desired her at home.  But the only way any of that will ever change is to do our part.  Become involved. Run for office.  Serve the community. Participate in local, municipal, county and state government.  Make your voice heard.  Otherwise, we just become a whiny bunch of complainers who aren't making any difference to those who are trying to make the changes they want to see.  If the changes that are being made are NOT the ones you want to see, then get out there and make your voice heard.  Those that do, generally get the changes.

In the meantime, God Bless America.  We need all the help we can get.

Reserved Seating

I heard about this on the news last night.  Can you believe people?!? Church Pew Fight

I know that in our congregation there are the regulars who seem to sit in the same place week after week.  And we jokingly talk about it being their assigned seating arrangement, but I certainly would hope that no one would come to blows over it.  That is just ridiculous!

People are CRAZY!

Reaching New Lows

This post might be too much information for some of your gentle readers, but you be the judge.

I think I may have reached a new low point in my aging process.  I have had clicking knees and ankles for ages now.  My metabolism has turned against me and my memory comes and goes anymore.  My parents have not given the "aging gracefully" much heed, and I really don't want to do it after watching them--but it depends on the day.

Yesterday was one of those days when I realized I certainly did NOT want to get any older.  My body has revolted and I've gone over the hill.  I was eating an apple yesterday afternoon and suddenly began to choke.  You know that feeling when you inhale enough of whatever you are eating that you wonder if you are going to have enough air to cough it out.  That was my first worrying though--BREATHING.  Then, in quick succession came the second and third thoughts.  My thought process was this:

1)  MUST breathe

2)  Holy Cow!  I hvae to pee!

3)  What the.....?!?  I hope I make it to the bathroom....or at least not drip on the carpet.

Yep.  I wet my pants because of a choking fit.  How pathetic.  My bladder is super tiny, but the pressure had been building but it took the sudden, blunt force of the coughing fit to make me loose control of my bladder and peed right though my jeans.

So sad.

Dang abdominal muscles.  Or, the lack thereof.  While Genius Golfer and The Boy laughed at me as I ran through the front room in a towel--having dropped all the drawers in the washing machine straight away--I told The Boy to stop it.  He is half the reason this happened. He did stop laughing at me out loud, but I suspect that he seriously wondered about this mom.

Getting old sucks.  Have I mentioned that lately?!?

Things To Do...

It is July.  In some ways I cannot believe this is possible.  In other ways, I wonder what took so long.  However, with the calendar flip today I am suddenly aware that I am running out of time to make sure The Girl is really ready to leave the nest.

I know she is ready academically.  And she is certainly ready in her attitude.  Especially if you ask her about it.  But I realize that I am doing her a disservice when she hasn't really had to cook fro herself and shop for her self.  She will have a meal plan--but she will have to supplement that with some cooking in her apartment.  I just hope she can get along.  It might be on macaroni and cheese cooked in the macrowave, true.

Otherwise, I guess I am ensuring that she will call occasionally to get a recipe or ask me how to make something she is trying to do on her own.  Maybe I won't worry about it and just lock in a weekly phone call or so.

Yeah.  That might be just the ticket.

Video Sunday