Observations, Realizations, and Diversions

It's time once again for a "tidbits" post, a lukewarm melange of tiny thingys that don't fit anywhere else. My mind is full of mental post-its and they are starting to come unstuck and drop down like falling leaves littering the floor of my cranial cavity.

Time to unload.

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Despite having a fish curse, we got another tank and have stocked it with fish. One died yesterday.

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Tristan gave me an out-of-the-blue compliment. It was so nice. He said, "Mom, you're pretty."  I beamed and thanked him at which time he added, "But you're only pretty with your makeup on."  This is not the first time he's explained this to me.

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Charlie Sheen reminds me of a willful and omnipotent two-year-old who has had part of his speech pathways replaced by a random word generator.

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While on the subject of Charlie Sheen, I think Hasbro should come out with a celebrity version of their Clue game and one of the possible murder scenario combinations should be "Charlie Sheen on the Rooftop with a Machete".

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I knitted an adorable kid's hat with wool that I spun myself and the next day I showed it to someone who bought it and asked me to make another one in a different color. I walked on air all afternoon.  It boggles my mind that a person can take a wad of farm animal hair and turn it into something really nifty.

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I'm tired a lot and finally went to see the doctor when I realized that if I sat still for too long I'd sometimes feel like I just wanted to fall over unconscious.  Turns out my hemoglobin is about half what it should be.  I can tell you that naps will not cure that.

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Julius cried out indignantly during a news story about Michelle Obama giving international women awards for being brave and forward-thinking and helping make the world a better place for women and their civil rights. He said, "I don't get this -- Susan B. Anthony already fixed this problem and now it's back on! I just don't get it!"

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Apparently calling a woman "girl" is highly insulting to some women. Apparently I have a bad habit to break that I didn't even know I had.

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I have unwittingly discovered a combination of cleaning chemicals that will eat the chrome off of bathroom fixtures and enamel off the bathtub.  I keep wondering if I could market it for something, but I guess there's not really a big demand for chrome removal.

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My kids are 8 and 4 now. I can't believe it. I don't even understand that. And when I think about it for more than 30 seconds it sort of makes me want to throw up.