Monday, March 31, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Why do most cartoons, which have animals acting like humans as main characters, have animal characters that just act like animals-no talking, singing, dancing like humans?
Sesame Street-Barkley the dog
Word World- Dog
Gargoyles-Bronx, the gargoyle dog
Mickey Mouse- Pluto
Arthur- whatever Arthur's pet dog's name is
Some of you might not be familiar with all of those shows. I watch a lot of PBS and Disney Channel. I have noticed that many of the mute characters are dogs. Is there a reason for that? Why are some poor characters doomed to a life of ordinary animal-like behavior while their animal counterparts get to talk and wear clothes? (I don't know if they are really jealous of the clothing part of it) This happens in movies also, but I think I'm going to narrow my research to just cartoon shows on TV.
Having thought upon the subject further, I think the dog connection is it. They (the talking animal characters) need for us to feel like we can relate to them. One way they do this is through having pets. Lots of kids have pets or want one. Hmmmmm......I may be onto something. But, don't you think those poor animal pets feel left out? Please, let me know what you're thinking and if you have any more examples to share!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
By the time we got back, it was quiet time (the most wonderful time of the day). Mike was playing a computer game and Eli wanted to watch. I didn't let him and for the next half hour, all I heard out of his mouth was "Dummy Head" and the like. He had to get his mouth washed out twice and he spent quiet time in his bed (he usually spends it in my room with me, playing quietly).
The rest of the evening was as follows: He took toys away from Leah. He gave me a hard time about getting in the shower. He gave me a hard time about getting out of the shower and getting dressed. He teased Leah with toys. I think in there somewhere he make Leah cry and either hit or pushed Mike. And then, he completely flipped out when it was bed time.
That part is all just a blur now, but I keep seeing flashes of Eli not brushing his teeth, trying to fight his way back into the bathroom for a drink, and me holding him on my lap until he calmed down, which took several minutes. It was awful!! He doesn't usually act like this, but every once in a while, when the moon is in a certain alignment, he turns into the dreaded JOHNNY SANDERS. That's what we call Eli when he does stuff we don 't like. He hates being called that and usually snaps out of it in a few minutes. But not today.
Oh well. He's sound asleep now and has been since about 7:45pm. I'm completely wasted! I feel like I just did something.............really tiring. (Sorry, I was trying to think of some clever analogy to say there, but I'm too tired to be witty) Does this ever happen to you? Does any child of yours ever completely change into some crazed monster that doesn't want to listen one single bit? I just hope he turns back into Eli tomorrow. I love Eli. I don't love Johnny Sanders!! (I apologize to any of you who happen to be named Johnny Sanders or know some wonderful person with that name. It's just something my father-in-law came up with) :~)
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The official results are as follows:
It was a close race. I'm just surprised there weren't more tuna lovers out there. In the end, Mike and I are really happy with the name. We're relieved to finally know what to call "it". Now, every time I get kicked, I'll say, "Oh, little Plate, quick kicking my bladder!"
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
The map then led them to a more dangerous area in the Mountain Oaks region. The men had to carefully navigate around deer and Paco poop. It got a bit raw and dicey, but they managed to make it to the pond.
Upon throwing a magical rock in the pond (don't tell my father-in-law, he doesn't like rocks in the pond), a secret door opened to reveal the next leg of their journey.
It took many men and little girls to fully uncover the treasure chest. Who knew pirates had access to UPS and their ability to package things very thoroughly.
At last the treasure chest was opened. Fortunately for Eli, it seems these pirates had a thing for dinosaurs. They filled their chest full of dinosaur paraphernalia.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Mike thinks I'm weird because I enjoy books like this, but what can I say? It should make sense because I studied Social Work in college. If you look it up in the dictionary, Social Work is defined as "the study and prevention of sad and terrible things that happen to people." It's just something that interests me.
For those of you who don't happen to know what a lobotomy is (and I didn't really know before reading this book), it is a psychosurgery where the connections from the frontal lobe of the brain to limbic system are severed. Or, it's when the frontal lobe is just made into mashed potatoes. It affects a plethora of different aspects because the frontal lobe is involved in a number of things such as motor function, problem solving, spontaneity, memory, language, initiation, judgement, impulse control, and social and sexual behavior. And it effects everyone a bit differently.
But if you're really sold on the idea of getting a lobotomy, I, personally, would choose the ice pick lobotomy. I'm not making that name up. It's where the patient is lovingly rendered unconscious by electroshock. This is followed by having the skull broken open behind the eyes and ice picks inserted and wiggled around to mush up the brain. It leaves no visible scars and can probably be considered a same-day surgery. Just take a pair of sunglasses with you so that you can hide the black eyes you'll get.
Well, enough of this morbid entry that probably reads like a term paper. I should probably cite my sources, but I don't remember APA format. Oh well. I promise to blog about something more happy next time. Perhaps I'll even continue telling about Eli's birthday, since it's been more that two week since it happened and I still haven't gotten to parts 2 and 3. Also, I won't be offended if no one comments on this post. I realize it's a bit off the wall. I'm just trying to mix things up a bit.