EvilDeb’s littlest spawn, my SweetPea, is finally potty trained. However, she seems to want further training. She wants to “pee like a boy.” Pee standing up. The only one naive enough to leave her unattended in the bathroom was her Poppa. Her grandfather. She asked him to leave her alone and he did, but he didn’t wait out in the hall, he left that part of the house. Soon, he was summoned back to find a tinkle soaked SweetPea, urine all over the bathroom. She was very happy with the results. She peed standing up. Like a boy.
Today, we were discussing her other pee issues she’s displayed. When she was still a baby, she liked to remove her diaper, run around naked, and pee on the floor. I think she just wants to be a free form tinkler. In her spawn’s defense, EvilDeb sent me here. Where I could learn the tried and true “Finger Method” that allows women to pee standing up. To use urinals. I was very impressed, actually. And I decided that learning how to pee standing up, as a woman, would be a great skill to have. Especially if you were out doors. No more squatting, no more looking for toilet paper. Admit it, girls, you want to know how to pee standing up. Oh sure, not every day, but in a pinch, and when the Women’s restroom is forming lines while the Men’s remains empty. In fact, I think if you combined this skill, with the Drinking Anyone Under the Table skill, you would, indeed, be a Action Hero.
For research purposes, I need to know the names of the crayon colors in a box of 64 crayons, and the order in which they are shipped, [left to right, top to bottom, left half of the box first, then the right.] AND using the colors we had in the mid 70’s. Anyone know? I can fake it for now, but it would be better to know. I could buy a box of crayons, to make note of the exact order, and then replace the newer colors with the original colors, following the timeline on Crayola’s chronology website. it would be tricky, but I could do it. But, I thought I’d put out the challenge first. It’s for my story. it’s for my book, actually, but I am just working on a scene, to bring to writer’s group. And send to Loon, because she’s let me read all of her writing class homework. It is terribly important to Lucy, that she be able to name all the crayons that appeared in her box, as a child, and the order in which they were placed.
It turns out, this is a day that will never end. I’m sure of it.
Daily Archives: March 18, 2004
But do I surrender? No! I summon my highly trained killer instincts, and pounce! Hya! Chooy! Whaa! HAA!
The kitten and I have a new game. It’s called peek – a – Pru. It works something like this, Pru crouches down behind something, the ottoman to the purple chair, a pillow on my bed, anything so she’s just out of sight. Then I say “Where’s Baby Kitty?” [I call her Baby Kitty a lot. I don’t know why. But the nickname has stuck] After I say that, I have to lean forward, until I just barely see her, and then POP into her line of vision with a gasp. “There she is! There’s Baby Kitty!” Then I lean back, out of her line of vision. She POPS her head up, eyes opened wide, then I gasp in surprise and say “Baby Kitty!” She hides again, and then the cycle starts over.
It may sound infantile, but it is the cutest thing, when her head pops up, and her eyes are practically round, and she’s on alert, ready to pounce, if need be. Trust me.
Personally, I think I have too much bloom. Maybe that’s the trouble with me.
I think I have this blogging client working. I like it because it has spell check. I always typed my entries in Text Edit anyway, and pasted into MT, in order to take advantage of spell check. I am a somewhat dyslexic and phonetic typer. Oh, and I am trying to break my habit of typing all letters in lower case. It’s become a bad habit, and it makes it hard to write properly when needed. In fact, as i try to do this, I keep forgetting to capitalize the first letter in the first word of a sentence, and rather seem to just randomly capitalize another word in the sentence. For no reason. [e.g.: I just typed lower case F, and cap N in the previous sentence.] So, hopefully, I’ll be able to type like a grown up, and regain my previous typing speed.
Now that that dull business is out of the way, because you needed to know all of it so badly… did I tell you that all the trees have blossomed? They did, all at once. Last Sunday at approximately 2:37 pm, all the cherry blossom tress burst into bloom. I could swear that I heard a faint POP noise Sunday at approximately 2:37 pm, but that could have been my imagination. And soon, as spring progresses, it will be raining pink and white petals everywhere. At the UofW, in the Liberal Arts Quad, there are cherry blossom trees, planted so that, together, they make a letter W. Not that you’d be able to tell, unless you looked at them from above. When I would leave at the end of winter quarter, the trees would be beginning to bloom. When I came back, for spring quarter, it would be raining petals. I loved walking through the quad, with all flora in the air. Made it seem ethereal and faerie land like. Except for all the college students sprawled on the grass and throwing frisbees and just generally destroying the etherealness of it all.