Tuesday, August 11, 2009

We Be Goin' with the Flow(bee)

Jimmy had his third haircut today, I kept putting it off because I was afraid of spending the $20 at SnipIts and I was afraid Wally's Flowbee plans would enter a world of toddler awryity, etc. Then I figured if a subgrade muppet can handle a Flowbee treatment, then maybe Jimmy could too and all my fears poof vanished. Jimmy was completely chill with the Flowbee.







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He loves to smile, asn't evidenced by his Floto montage

Friday, August 7, 2009

Tread Lightly thru Google Images

I don't know there's a scarier place for unsuspecting internetters than Google Images. I just tried to find a picture of a cute, alive, happy calf to put in the Evangeline post I just wrote. I've been around the internet long enough that I shoulda known, I shoulda entered "cute, alive, happy calf" but no, I just entered "Calf" and what do I get. Baby cows savaged in two, the stuffed and mounted heads of a two-headed calf, more dead calves... One time I looked up "canker sore," boy THAT was a mistake!

Evangel-eeesh!

I'm small-town hick enough to get all excited when P'land gets featured in a national publication (which is actually often, jussayin') but this one gave me a bit of a yick factor. "10 Great Places to Master Art of French Eating" includes Evangeline, a restaurant I've only driven past, along with 9 other U.S.'traunts in cities like Las Vegas, San Francisco, Chicago, DC, and NYC (ever heard of 'em?) "Chef Erik Desjarlais describes his menu as 'rock and roll French,' and he's spot-on. At Evangeline, nose-to-tail dining meets French technique: Think crispy roasted calf brains and roasted beef shins with warm marrow for spreading on crusty bread." Err...Rock'n'Roll....!.....? Think Ozzy Bites Head Off Dove as in Think it's cool to sacrifice living icons of purity and peace. I thought we were past this. I've got no beef with USING the entire animal after its already been slaughtered, but baby brains? I don't wanna sound non-Rock'n'Roll French or hayseed, but do people go for this? I guess I can't be surprised considering this is the same lot of cuisine that mutilizes baby calves in search of stomach enzymes for their mumma milk processing properties, all in the name of CHEESE, is nothing sacred! Mon Dieu!

Monday, August 3, 2009

Clothtroversy

Wow, one tiny post about circumcision made this blog show up on a lot more google searches. Lemme try some more controversial issues!

Did you know:

Not one disposable diaper has ever decomposed. I'm 36, and I wore disposable diapers. They're still here.

Human fecal matter goes with these diapers. The packaging directs users to flush the waste into the toilet, but a large majority of disposable users do not do this. So toxic waste POOP is left to float around our environment forever, not to mention extra damage from manufacturing and distribution as they are one-time-use products.

We are a proud cloth diapering family. We started using FuzziBunz diapers when Jimmy was 4 months old and have never looked back. They may not be super cheap, but they WORK and don't leak or blowout like the disposables did. Cleaning costs do add a dent to our water bill, but the luxury of knowing all our diapers are inside out house, that we never have to buy more, sitting back sipping a cup of coffee while they're in the dryer or hanging on the line instead of running frantically to the store to buy more disposables, is priceless. You can't imagine the excitement when we realized we could convert receiving blankets into cloth wipes. Even more sanity saved!

We were also very wigged out when after removing some disposable diapers from our very young son, there would be these weird GEL bits hanging out on his boy bits. Uhhhh....not cool! These turned out to be similar absorbent polymers found in some commercial soil with recommendations against use for vegetables. If it's a chemical not fit for human consumption, I don't think I need it getting too cozy with my son's reproductive organs. You are welcome, future daughter in law.

Chemicals in disposable diapers have also been linked to asthma.

Some well meaning people have told me that they've done the research and that with cleaning chemicals and the fossil fueling of running washing machines, that the environmental impact was pretty much even.

There was one "trusty" agency reporting this matter, but the report was found to be flawed. Trust me, if I didn't have a washer/dryer 2 feet from my changing table I probably wouldn't pipe so pompously about cloth diapering, but it blows my mind that people would be willing to accept that the environmental impact between the two would be equal. What have they been sniffing, disposables?

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Being a Boy Mommy

I found this link and thought it was too good not to share.

http://www.oknocirc.blogspot.com/

I don't go a day without being so thankful that we made the right choice, that we kept our baby whole.

Fast Forward To Today

I wish people would stop using the phrase "Fast forward to today..." when telling their stories. It's off-putting and retarded.

Signed,
Sorry if you're offended by "retarded." Really! I am! I understand how offensive it is! But I also think it's just funny, so I tend to use it a lot. Sorry!

PS, I also hate "here's the kicker." Both "fast forward" and "kicker" make the narrator sound like they think they are so much more in-the-know than the listenee. Of course a storyteller knows more about the story than we do, so STFU with the need to tell us so!

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Au No, Canada. I'm talkin' aboot yur Numerative Val-yooz, eh!

Take an account number, any account number. Usually they're a little longer, such as:

7457000409

Say a Customer Service phone rep asks you for this number, would you list it number-by-number, our would you clump the numbers all into a sporadical mess.

To a caller from the United States, this number is:
Seven-Four-Five-Seven-Zero-Zero-Zero-Four-Zero-Nine (7457000409). Once in a while some poseur will throw in a "niner" instead of a "nine" but things are clear for the most part, we're all on the same page.

Canadian callers are on a different page. They present longer numbers as though they are reading a sentence in a language I haven't yet mastered. The account number goes from 7457000409 to:

Seventy-Four, Fifty-Seven, Three Zeros, Forty, Nine

...and the CSR on the other end hears 74573049. Whoops, missed a few digits.

OR, the caller will say

Seven, Forty-Five, Seven Thousand, Four Hundred Nine (7457409). Still not quite right.

OR

Seven Hundred Forty-Five, Seventy, Zero Zero, Four Oh Nine (700457000409). D'oh! I tried to think like a Canadian number-reader and it backfired!

I spent a lot of time in Canada and met the best people there, but WTF. It's an epidemic! And if you return a number in the same fashion, the conversation gets all screwed up--"What page are you on, eh?" they'll ask. "Twenty Five, sir! 205."

But then you feel like a jackass for presenting a number like that.