As opposed to, you know, horsing around. Because, y’all know I don’t do horses. Please excuse the mess today. I’m playing with the theme of my blog and the background and the header and…
In the meantime, I was hoping you’d feel free to amuse yourself at my expense. Feel free to click on an “update” to any of these older posts while I get this thang all sorted out.
See ya in a few weeks days. Oh yes indeedy!
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Update: Um, the rebounder? The blessED, belovED, needED, rebounder? It was puked on this weekend. Just sayin’.
Update: I’m imagining an endless supply of stories that I’ll come back from Arkansas with when we go for a family wedding in April. (More fun stuff always happens down South. It’s just true y’all.)
Update: I‘m lovin’ Modcloth right now. Seriously. Browsing around that site will help an hour disappear in seconds. For realz!
And lastly, and maybe my favorite, in a surprise turn of events – The Nana is becoming totally Tech Saavy. True Story!
Update: Straight from The Nana’s mouth, recently:
“I’d talk to Siri more – but Captain Ahab says she uses too much data! Whatever that means?”
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See now? How fun is that?! Plus, I just helped you kill an hour, too. Your welcome.
Category Archives: Technology
Sometimes, I Read Minds
Sweetman’s mind, anyway. And, believe you me, that is dang hard to do. He’s got one stinkin’ brilliant mind.
Anywho, I present to you Exhibit A (wherein, I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store this weekend):
It’s either eery or sad. I can’t decide.
Brave New World, Indeed
The world my Sweetchildren will navigate is lightyears away from the one that I did as a child.

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How do we teach them that there’s not only an App for that, but also an appropriate social interaction, too.
We used to ask the Grampa. Now they ask The Google.
Tweets are no longer lovely sounds from a bird in nature.
It’s not all bad, though. Sitting around the kitchen table this weekend enjoying some family time (you know, where each of you sit with an electronic device of some kind and “enjoy each other’s company?), I received this text from Sweetboy:
Does anything worry you about technology as a staple of our children’s diets?
We’ve Got High Hopes
Oh yes, yes we do! And those hopes started soaring around the end of July. In an effort to encourage some independent reading on the part of our reluctant reader (Sweetboy), Sweetman downloaded an adapted version of “The Swiss Family Robinson” onto the iPad. We took a small gamble that the ultimate family adventure story would be up Sweetboy’s alley, since he doesn’t enjoy reading much of anything. Other than maps. Oh, how he loves his maps. He also has a little love affair with the iPad, so there was that in our corner, too. Y’all? It. Is. Awesome. We had forgotten how engrossing that story is!
Sweetboy also adores snuggling in with me or Sweetman to read at night. For that, we are so thankful. And on that, we decided to capitalize. When father and son got to the part that referenced the rubber tree plant, Sweetman started singing the song. These are the moments that Sweetboy’s Autism bares itself clothed only in hilarity. He quite simply informed him that, “Now is not the time for singing. It’s the time for reading, Daddy.” Alrighty then.
When Sweetman came downstairs and relayed the story to me, I didn’t know what in the blue blazes the “Rubber Tree Plant Song” was, that he was referring to. So, I did what any Reference Librarian worth their salt would surely suggest: I asked the YouTube. And here’s what I heard:
And I instantly remembered hearing the song from somewhere in my memory. Where or under what circumstances? Who in tarnation knows. My brain is fuzzy enough just trying to recall what I told Sweetman we’d have for dinner tonight! But, it reminded me that next week begins a new year of school. A new year of opportunities for growth. A new year of possibilities! And, as Sweetboy prepares to enter the Third Grade next week, that, my Sweetfriends? That gives me high hopes indeed!
So, what gives ya’ll high hopes? Do tell!
Siri-us?
Siri has been getting quite the workout in our house lately. A workout that I’m fairly certain she isn’t enjoying all that much.
Sweetman: “Why can’t I remember the name of the actor that played the White Shadow?”
Sweetboy: “Just ask The Siri Lady, daddy.”
Or…
Mama: “I wonder where the closest ice cream place is?”
Sweetboy: “Siri will know, Mama.”
And just when I thought her ill-treatment was contained to our house, The Nana called. Poor, poor Siri…
Me: “So, Mom, how are things going with your new iPhone?”
The Nana: “I hate that Siri Lady. Sometimes, I hit her by accident, but I don’t want to talk to her so I just say ‘Oh, shut-up Siri. I don’t have anything to say to you!’ “
Maybe I should steer the Sweetchildren towards degrees in techno-therapy. It’s almost a given that Siri’s gonna need it.
Indeed.

