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Here is another tagging meme from Facebook. I posted this in my Facebook notes on Friday, February 20, 2009, which by the way was five days before our eleventh anniversary…

Here’s a chance to see how well you really know your wife/fiance/girlfriend or husband/fiance/boyfriend. Cut, paste and fill in the answers, then forward . . . shoot, you know what to do. The real challenge is to send it to your significant other to see how right you really are.

  1. They’re sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?
    History Channel – stuff about WWII/Hitler/Guns/Swords
    Kurt will sit there and argue with the TV about getting the facts wrong.
  2. You’re out to eat; what kind of dressing do they get on their salad?
    Kurt doesn’t usually waste space on rabbit food especially if we’re at a buffet (we usually only do buffets in Vegas). But if he did have salad it’s usually a Caesar.
  3. What’s one food they don’t like?
    I think it would be easier to list what he does like. Kurt can’t handle spice and doesn’t like it when I get all ethnic and make Menudo (it’s a soup not a band of perpetually young boys). He also doesn’t like tomatoes – it’s a texture thing. He will eat salsa, tomato sauce and tomato soup.
  4. You go out to eat and have a drink. What do they order?
    Non-alcoholic: he gets a Pepsi or Coke if they don’t have Pepsi.
    Alcoholic: Jack and Coke or some soft of amber beer on tap
  5. Where did they go to high school?
    *name of small town* Michigan
  6. What size shoe does (s)he wear?
    I donno. I don’t buy his shoes.
  7. What is their favorite type of sandwich?
    I donno. I try not to pay attention to what he eats when we’re out. The nasty greasy things he orders make me twitch.
  8. What would this person eat every day if they could?
    Pizza and or lasagna
  9. What is their favorite cereal?
    Chocolate Rice Krispies, or Coco Puffs, or Peanut Butter Captain Crunch. All the nasty ‘kids’ cereals that I don’t really want to serve Sophia but will someday have to cause her dad has it. *grumble*
  10. What would they never wear?
    Kurt will wear anything. I have pictures of him in a dress. Seriously.
  11. What is their favorite sports team?
    Kurt watches motor cycle racing. He likes Valentino Rossi (so do I but for different reasons from Kurt…I hope, the man did wear a dress after all.), Eric Bostrom, and Nicky Hayden.
  12. Who did they vote for?
    Obama of course
  13. Who is their best friend?
    Do guys do the whole ‘best friend’ thing? Gah – I guess it would have to be his high school buddy Jeremy.
  14. What is something you do that they wishes you wouldn’t do?
    Obsess over the crap that’s put into packaged food.
  15. What is their heritage?
    Danish
  16. You bake them a cake for their birthday; what kind of cake?
    If I’m making it, it’s going to be carrot cake. I have no idea what his favorite is, probably chocolate. I’m horrible aren’t I?
  17. Did they play sports in High School?
    HAHAHAHAHAHAHA you’re fuckin’ funny. Kurt was in band. He played the French horn.
  18. What could they spend hours doing?
    Playing City of Heroes
  19. What is one unique talent that they have?
    He can bend his fingers and touch the back of his hand. It’s really gross.

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Sunshine and Lollipops Camping

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We went camping at our property with some friends this weekend. Some other friends came by on Saturday just to visit. We even had a visit from the mayor of the town. I friended the mayor on Facebook as someone I knew from way back in my days in the navy. It blows me away that he’s actually the mayor of a town…even a tiny town far beyond Bum Fuck, Egypt.

It was one of our first hot sunny days of the year so we spent a much of Saturday at the sand bar by the river watching the kids cake sand all over their sand monster selves. That night we were serenaded with illegal fireworks, which reminded Kurt and I of our old house in the hood. The sounds bounced and echoed off the mountains.

Lukas slept through all the noise but woke up cold in the wee hours of the morning. Adding blankets to him wasn’t working because he would just kick them up and they would wind up around his neck. He cried for an hour before Kurt decided he should just sleep with us. Then Lukas cried for about another hour before I took him and he instantly quieted down and fell asleep. Then I just couldn’t sleep. I had to pee, and Lukas was sound asleep. On. My. Arm. Damn kids. I pretty much just watched him sleep with his mouth open and head cocked to one side the rest of the night. How do babies not wake up with stiff necks?

We woke up to a rainy gloomy morning. I couldn’t tell when I friends woke up but by eight I knew I had heard voices from their pop-up camper so I went over and invited them into our mini cabin (it’s a shed on stilts). We shared breakfast foods and waited for the rain to let up.

When it was merely a grey day we all went outside so the kids could unleash their energy. We went for a walk while Kurt and Sophia stayed back to chain the ginormous picnic table the engineer over engineered to a concrete plug in the ground. I’m going to have to make the picnic table a whole other post, seriously.

Lunchtime arrived and so did another family of friends. They brought the rain back with them. We were overjoyed. Really. After lunch, which for Sophia consisted of a whole bag of tortilla chips, we went to the beach. At the end of the trail that leads to the river sand bar we call the beach the grey sky ended. No discernible wind that blew the clouds away, they were just gone. In place of the grey was sunshine and lollipops. Ok maybe it was chocolate cake sand castles.

making a birthday cake

Sophia actually playing with another child. I heard that she had started interacting with children at preschool, but this is one of the first times I actually witnessed interaction. They’re making “chocolate cake”. Sophia is obsessed with chocolate cake and birthdays. She kept singing happy birthday to me and Lukas.

watching Kurt make the cake into a sand castle

The kids were watching Kurt turn their “chocolate cake” over and make it a sand castle. Shortly after the photos were taken Sophia decided to make sand angels and her partner in crime there followed her lead.

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PBS Kids Special Effect

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Sophia’s three favorite shows seem to be Curious George, Word World, and Dinosaur Train. I have no idea if her new found love for a recently rediscovered beanie type stuffed monkey has anything to do with her love of the show, but for the past few weeks, she has carried it with her everywhere even to school. One day I asked her what monkey’s name was, just out of curiosity. She looked at me as if I must had been living under a rock, “Dis is Monkey, momma.” I’m sorry, I should have known. I’ll hang my head in shame for the next thirty days out of respect for Monkey. She has also taken to wearing a set of the most hideous Paul Frank PJs. She wore the tops to school two days in a row. She wanted to wear the set, but I drew the line with the top. I’d rather her go to school mismatched, which is a good thing because she mismatches almost constantly, than to send her off in PJs even clean ones.

PJs to school

Word World has definitely had a special effect on Sophia. It’s a show where everything uses the letters of a character or object to create the character or object, for example, using the letters D-U-C-K to form the shape of a duck. Sophia’s favorite episode is the one where Dog mopes around the entire show thinking that everyone has forgotten his birthday when in reality they’re planning a surprise party. In one scene, Frog interrupts Pig’s cooking show to ask for a cake. Pig replies, “Oh I think I have a spare cake.” Pig finds the “spare cake” and then devours it. The cooking show director, Ant scolds Pig with, “No Pig don’t eat the cake. Share the cake.” Sophia loves that part, and before Pig even devours the cake she’s standing on the couch yelling, “No! Don’t eat da cake! No! Share da cake don’t eat da cake!” Kurt loves to use this to get her going.

I’m not sure which deserves more credit, school or Word World but Sophia now has a more in depth interest in letters and how combining them creates words that we all, mostly grownups, can recognize. A few days ago, she went up to our TV and pointed to each letter in the front, “T-O-S-H-I-B-A” she read. “TV!” she announced as she turned to me with a smile. Well, actually that’s the brand name. Sorry sweetie. She then went to our pellet stove, “X-X-V” she read. “Stove!” She announces. It’s so stinkin’ cute that it breaks my heart to tell her it doesn’t spell stove. That’s just the model of the stove.

Sophia did the same thing with Kurt when he took her to Wendy’s one day. She looked up above the door, “E-X-I-T.” She looked at Kurt.

“That spells exit. That’s the door we use to leave, to exit.”

“F-R-I-E-S” She read off the box of fries.

“That spells fries because it’s the box that they put the fries in.”

Sophia looks to the box with her chicken nuggets, “F-R-I-E-S. Chicken!”

Oh what a confusing world we live in.

Sophia’s other favorite show is Dinosaur Train. It’s a Pteranodon family that adopts a Tyrannosaurus Rex and uses a special train that can travel across time to take them to learn about other dinosaur species. Sophia has been taking the bus to school for just over a month now and every day is a struggle to get her on. Every morning she tells me she doesn’t want to ride the bus, and then she clings to me like a spider monkey as I try to cinch the seatbelt down on her. Thursday last week (May 12th) was only slightly different…

Sophia, “I don’t want go da bus.”
Me, “Well that’s how you go to school now. You ride the bus.”
Sophia, “I want to ride Dinosaur Train.”

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Camp Is So Great, They Give Us Chocolate Cake!

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The last day of camp I managed to convince Sophia to leave “friend” in the car, but again when I had to put her down to sign her into camp she began crying. Today her buddy didn’t even try to have me put the camp shirt on Sophia. She does eventually wear the shirt each day, but only after I’m long gone.

The snack for this day is about as unimpressive as the Nilla Wafer mini-burger day. The kids will be making their own chocolate cup cake. On the healthy side, there will also be a yogurt shake with bananas and strawberries. Sophia loves yogurt and bananas, but she does not recognize it in a liquid shake form and therefore won’t eat it.

Friday:
Today…
I made a…Picture Frame
I ate a… Cupcake (What a shock, really? She ate sugar? And the healthy part, the shake? She didn’t even touch it.)
I liked…Playground

My day was… (in this part of the form the buddy circles one of three choices: fabulous, good, ok) Sophia’s buddy circled fabulous.

Under comments she wrote, “I’m going to miss seeing Sophia every day! Camp was so much fun! Her giggle and smile make me smile! Have a great rest of summer!”

Camp photo and the frame Sophia made

Sophia had the same buddy each day of camp, it’s part of what makes this camp special. The buddies are high school students who volunteer and are teamed up with one child for the week. In general, that one on one interaction is supposed to help the kids boost their skills because it’s all about catering to the child, but not in the same ways that mom and dad might. Other moms who bring their kids to Sophia’s playgroup that had already sent their kids to camp in previous weeks talked about how much their kid loved their buddy. One mom said that her son, who is two months older than Sophia, takes the camp picture and sleeps with it at night. Except for the one Occupational Therapist that Sophia sees weekly at one of her classes, she seems rather indifferent to the various staff members and her buddy.

I have the pictures and frame from camp up on the mantel. I brought them down so that I could take a picture of it for this post. Sophia was interested in the frame, but only because she wanted to take the stickers back off it. “Do you remember your buddy from camp?” I ask. No answer. “Did you like your buddy?” No answer. “Did you have fun with your buddy at camp?” Nothing.

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Baby Naming Freedom

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I’ve run into a few people with very ‘normal’ names that made me think, “My GOD, did your parents hate you?” I know a couple Richards that go by their middle names because they don’t want to be called Dick. My grandfather was named Richard and chose to go by Dick. I’m assuming that when he first decided to go by Dick it didn’t have the meaning that it does now. I knew a guy named Shannon who hated his name and one named Lindsey that didn’t seem to mind his at all. I knew a woman named with a unique name that wouldn’t choose any other but have heard of some creative names that would just be cruel. So even though I’m an advocate for freedom of speech, every time I’ve read a blog post about, “should parents be able to name their kids anything they want” I’ve always on the fence about it in the past.

I think the name Metallica would be awesome. Ikea is a little silly, but not offensive nor any more outlandish than Monk, Fulmer, or Knute would be in the US, the last three being traditional Scandinavian names for boys. I was a little put off by Penn Jillette naming his daughter Moxie. I love the name itself though to me it seems more fitting for a boy, but it’s a choice for Penn and his wife. I really don’t think Moxie CrimeFighter or her brother Zolten Penn Jillette will be teased any more than if they had been named Mildred and Loren. Both of those names accepted as ‘normal’ names they just aren’t used much anymore. Loren is common for a girl’s name, but was once used for males. Kurt and I considered naming our child Darth if she had been a he. If Kurt had won out and if we had a boy, we would have at least given him a more common middle name in case he didn’t appreciate his first name.

When I heard about the poor girl from New Zealand who was so embarrassed by her name that her friends only new her as “K” I thought, maybe baby name regulation isn’t so bad, but a more recent baby name controversy has me leaning on the parents side, but only because Adolf used to be a very common and acceptable German name prior to one rotten apple.

Holland Township family angry that supermarket won’t personalize cake for their son
by Express-Times staff
Sunday December 14, 2008, 12:16 AM

JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell, Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell and Adolf Hitler Campbell.

Good names for a trio of toddlers? Heath and Deborah Campbell think so. The Holland Township couple has picked those names and the oldest child, Adolf Hitler Campbell, turns 3 today.

This has given rise to a problem, because the ShopRite supermarket in Greenwich Township has refused to make a cake for young Adolf’s birthday.

Even though Kurt and I joked about naming our kid Adolf Hitler *Kurt’s very complementary last name* if she had been a boy. I’m appalled that someone out there actually did just that. Forget about schoolyard bullying. We are all teased for something growing up. It’s part of the right of passage into adulthood. Besides who the hell is going to fuck with Adolf Hitler or his siblings. I mean really! My concern for JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell, Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell and Adolf Hitler Campbell is that their parents don’t seem to realize using their children’s names to make a statement will seriously limit the children’s future college entrance and job prospects. We have laws against discrimination of gender, race, and religion, but nothing for unfortunate name recipients. And we all know that anyone with an applicant whose name is Adolf Hitler, weather right or wrong, is going to make some assumptions and have serious reservations against calling him in to interview, especially if the interviewer is having a very bad Jewy Jew day.

Between the New Zealand girl’s case and this one, I know that no one with parents this inconsiderate has a chance in hell anyway, so just as we do with other areas of free speech we must accept the bad with the good in order to preserve the freedom for all. If these people are bad parents and the kids end up in the middle of an abuse case or custody battle, maybe the judge will let the kids change their names. Sadly, I’m guessing they’ll be so brainwashed they might actually want their given names. They might even be proud of them. In which case *saluting the children* have fun with your uphill battle.

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First Birthday Cake

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I made two cakes. One had walnuts and frosting and one without. I know some will say that a frosting laden cake coupled with a baby would have yielded much more exciting photos, but Sophia is very gentle, dainty, and delicate. She of course had some crumbs in her lap, but really that was the extent of her mess. She barely had anything on the floor at all and she doesn’t rub food into her hair. In this regard she’s an incredibly boring baby, which I’m very grateful for because the little mess that she made was making me twitch.

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