Robot Snot

The cover of my man's Popular Science caught my eye. Apparently bomb robots have synthetic snot which allows them to determine information about the bomb they are sniffing. BUT their little robotic nose is only trained to smell chemical types of smells. This is not enough because scientists are working to make this robotic snot be able to smell things like bananas, peppermint and paint. Uhhhmm, okay.

The idea is to teach the said snot to be able to sniff out diseases as well. They would be used in hospitals to detect throat or eye infections long before any other symptoms appear. Great idea, but if I have no symptoms, why am I in the hospital? And why are you sticking fake snot down my throat? Oh yeah, and when exactly did my doctor become a robot??? Oooh yeah, right around the time the HMO thing kicked in...

Anyhoo..

I MUST know...

I read the end of Harry Potter - without reading the book. But that's how I roll, I don't like not knowing what is going to happen. Don't get me wrong, I will read the book and I appreciate the creative mind that wrote it. But I now KNOW and am happy!! I'll get to it after my kids finish it.

So, yesterday, I did NOT know what was going to happen. I decided to meet DAVE. I don't know him, never have seen him and the only thing I had to go on was that he thinks he is the center of the freakin' universe.

I tried not to form a vision of how I thought Dave would be, but it was hard, because I read his blog and it is so... well, so Daveish.

I was surprised when we met because he is SO Daveish, yet SO MUCH MORE. I won't throw him under the bus and ruin the OmniDave impression that he has built up over the years because he is frankly FANTASTIC. But I did find some pleasantly welcomed surprises and in general an all around cool person.

I was honored to be the one to hose him off of the World of Coke representative that he was beating senseless with a baseball bat because - THERE WAS NO COKE WITH LIME.

OH YEAH - and I now have a Dave Number of 2 - na na na boo boo!! I wish I could be a #1, but I think Kevin may be a little uncomfortable with that...But who knows, maybe next time! Just Kidding Kevin!!

Not a princess...

Cowboy Boots - that is the dress code of the day around here. They look particularly smashing with the blue shorts she has chosen to compliment them. I try to let my kids determine their own style most days. It keeps everyone happier around the house and it provides mounds of entertainment for us adults. My little girl will mostly wear only "cool boy clothes". Which I indulge her. Her combinations are less than appealing sometimes.

Around Mother's Day her school took photos to make a gift for us moms. They framed it and wrapped it and it was a really cute gift. The problem is that on that particular day my little girl wore boy clothes to school - like most days. Whoever did the photos didn't like what she wore so they took a giant bow off of another little girl and topped my child's head with it. They figured she needed to look like a girl, but what I got was a picture of my cute little tomboy with a giant bow on her head. I love the picture, heck I love any picture with my kids in it, but when I look at it I see everything that she is not because they tried to make her into something she is SO NOT.

What is it with the world and stereo types? My friends can't believe that I actually mow our lawn (gasp!) and can run all of our power tools. Meanwhile my husband does the dishes almost daily and does laundry whenever the pile gets too big. I guess I'm lucky that I found someone that can appreciate me and my ideals. I would not say that I'm a feminist, but I just don't think that because I'm a female the inside of the house is my job and the outside is his job. That just seems so archaic to me. If it is a pretty day and I want to be outside, well, why not get something done? Last time I checked you don't need to have a special license to drive a mower.

So I'll continue to mow the lawn when it is convenient for me and I'll let my kids determine their own style. I'll try to teach them that they can do whatever it is that they want to do, and it has nothing to do with whether they are a girl or a boy. Sometimes I look around and think that our world has come a long way and other times it seems that we are on a treadmill and getting no where. There are opportunities for my girls in so many areas, but changing the way people think and treat them will never be fully changed. Not every girl loves pink and wants to be a princess!!

Bloggin'

I'm getting really bad at the blogging thing. I've not updated near enough and my head seems to be empty of what to blog about. I don't want to MOMMY BLOG because quite frankly I read other blogs to escape what surrounds me. I love what surrounds me, but I enjoy leaving here to read what surrounds other people as well.

I'm actually going to meet up with another blogger next week and I could not be more thrilled. I'm a little nervous though because I'm meeting with quite an expert blogger. Perhaps I can glean from the mastery!! But really what makes me nervous is that I've no idea who this person truly is and vice versa. I guess I'm feeling what someone would feel about to go on a blind date and it is really weird. It is exciting and unknown and the anticipation is killing me. What I know of this person has got to be a scratch of the surface.

I read so many blogs of people who meet and have a great time. I've had visions of attending Tequila Con or a Blogger Meet, but this just dropped in and I'll take it! It is certainly a new realm for me and my husband thinks I'm crazy (but that is nothing new!). It is amazing how technology has connected our world and how quickly the length from coast to coast can shrink. The deep south bible belt is about to meet the far northwest. This meeting brought to you by the internet invention of AL GORE!! ;)

Hands

It's his hands that I love the most, I love to see them, I love to feel them. They are soft and strong, they often comfort me, soothe me and melt me. It's true that things can be changed with a touch. One brush of his hand against my skin can turn a mood and cause me to tingle. One touch can soften the most stubborn attitude. One touch can remind me of the reasons that I can not imagine my life without him. One touch can remind me of what love feels like and how one single person can captivate my mind, my body and my soul. One touch reminds me how lucky I am to have found him and how blessed I am to be loved so completely.