A Birthday Surprise Created and Then Ruined by Pixar

Well dip me in axle grease and call me slick.

I’ve got a few topics I considered writing about, but they all seemed too heavy for a Wednesday Evening. Who wants heavy lifting after a full day of work, or sunshine, or whatever you had today?

So we’ll go with something light and fun. Especially, since tomorrow is the start of Bang’s birthday month, I thought I’d talk about what I’m excited for.

His birthday. He’s been asking for days, “How many more sleeps until June?” He would buzz with excitement when we’d tell him.

A couple weeks ago DW and I saw a trailer on TV for a sequel to a movie we’ve seen a few hundred times.

Cars. Lightning McQueen and Mater make a team that rivals Buzz and Woody. It was Crash’s favorite movie. DW and I loved it, too. We found new things to laugh at every time we watched it.

Then they made Cars 2. It was okay, but I equate it to the Star Wars prequels. It just wasn’t the same.

Then DW saw the trailer for Cars 3 and knew we had to see it. We’ll probably take the kids, too.

Cars 3 comes out the day before Bang turns 6. We were going to make it a surprise. However, since both boys watch TV they eventually saw the trailer. Then they saw it’s release date. Thanks Pixar for both creating a great birthday surprise and then ruining it.

They may have been more excited than me. But not by much.

I think Pixar will live up to its usual expectations. The movie appears to revert back to it’s roots of racing, friendship, and overcoming incredible obstacles that rang out in the first movie. I expect it to have all the humor and all the feels Pixar has been known for since it’s iconic release of Toy Story.

Are you planning on taking your kidlets to watch?

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Where We’d Take an Alien, in 6 Words

It never crossed my mind until Eli, the Coach Daddy asked his strange blogging friends where we would take an alien visitor. The catch? We were limited to 6 words! Where wold you take the strange visitor?

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When I was a kid, I wanted to be friends with Elliott.

6 words graphicHe’s the boy who befriended E.T. in the movie. He just seemed like the kind of kid I would like to hang out with. Looking back, I believe I probably admired his loyalty and courage in all that happened when E.T. came to town.

Every month, I collect responses for a post I call 6 Words.

If you’ve been around here a while you know Ernest Hemingway inspired this idea when he said all stories could be told in six words. I ask friends, strangers, bloggers, and strange blogger friends to respond to a prompt, in six words.

This month’s prompt:

If you had to take an alien to the best place on Earth, where would you go? Think, “Wrigley Field, day game in bleachers” or “Montana. Far away from the noise.”

What would you say, in…

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The Masters of Rock and Roll

The oldies.

Apparently what I listened to growing up in the 80’s and 90’s could now be considered oldies. I think it should just be called “back in the day”. Wham, Def Leopard, Poison, White Snake. Nirvana, Pearl jam, No Doubt, Alanis Morriset.

Then there is the stuff my parents listened to. My first concert was to Lynyrd Skynyrd with my parents. I loved it. I used to love going through their cd’s. Jethro Tull. Led Zeppelin, The Eagles, Steve Miller Band, Queen. Isn’t it great to hear how music has changed through the decades? 

Imagine if we could take today’s music back 250 years to Beethoven’s time. Would they be appalled or fascinated?

I’m guessing the older crowd would be appalled while the kids would dig it. If you haven’t seen A Knight’s Tale, I reccommend it. Imagine a story set during medieval times, but also set to today’s music. It’s so much fun when they play “The Boys Are Back In Town” when the heroes arrive.

Anyway, today I thought I’d introduce the boys to some music of bygone eras. First, they heard Pearl Jam’s, Evenflow. They’d never heard of Pearl Jam until today. They liked it. Good thing too. I may have disowned them, otherwise. Listening to Eddie Vedder crank it out took me back to my university days. I had a roommate that didn’t just love Pearl Jam, but slightly resembled Eddie and could also sing like him.

After that, we took a trip a bit farther back in time. Back to my parent’s days. Steppenwolf’s Magic Carpet Ride. They loved the name of the song. It was the first thing they noticed while waiting for the guitar to build up in the beginning. Then the beat kicked in and they were suddenly boosterseat dancing. They thought Dad was nuts for singing along. Surprisingly they didn’t stop me. Normally, Bang screams when someone sings along to the music.

The song ended and a few seconds of silence follows as we quietly anticipate the next song. We were just pulling into the driveway when T.N.T. starts pumping from the speakers. I throw my hands in the air flashing traditional rock and roll signage…

…my head starts nodding slowly at first and by the time “Oy! Oy! Oy!” is over I’m full on headbanging and shredding my air guitar as if I had just channelled the soul of Angus Young himself. We listened to the entire song. Me in the front seat jamming and the boys in the back seat listening to the song and wondering what the hell happened to their father. At the end, with AC/DC’s grand finale to that song, Crash comments, “That’s how rock and roll songs end! They must be the masters of Rock and Roll.”

Yes, son. They are. But don’t be fooled. They aren’t the only Masters of Rock and Roll. They are just a favorite of your Dear Old Dad.

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Lucy At Home

Sunday Share: Week 22

 

In case you’re counting, there are 210 days until Christmas!

You’re probably not counting, though. Neither am I.

But just like Christmas Eve, not a creature is stirring. The boys are asleep with visions of God knows what dancing in their dreams. The parrot is covered and quiet (until she screeches for a treat at 9:30). With it so peaceful, I leave you these good reads for this evening. Or morning for those of you on the other side.

One Good Dad
Where do you sit?

Hopeless Mom*Antics
Keep on Killin’ it!

Mom of Two Little Girls
Is all of it necessary?

Hold Me, Don’t Hold Me
Our kids are jerks (sometimes)

A Momma’s View
Making more love…

I’m still singing Nancy Mulligan

She was Nancy Mulligan
And I was William Sheeran
She took my name and then we were one
Down by the Wexford border

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A Song for Saturday

I’m becoming an Ed Sheeran fan. The more I listen to him, the more I like him. A student played this song in class last week while I was subbing. I loved it. It’s probably the Irish lilt to it. Or Ed’s voice. Or whoever Nancy might be…

Happy listening!

More can be read about the history behind the song at The Bustle for it is based on a true story of Ed’s grandparents. I don’t know about you, but I’m hooked.

Go Ask Your Father: Hummingbirds, Potter, Recorder, and Clouds

Happy Friday!

The boys are off to Nanny’s for a sleepover. We’re off to our date night. Too bad it’s raining. Oh well, at least I’m not getting sunburned. I swear, if this rain keeps up I’m expecting the vampires to take up residence here. Please, dear Lord, don’t them be the sparkly kind!

How do hummingbirds drink?

Hummingbirds eat insects and and insect eggs. Over easy. Sometimes scrambled. Apparently their favorite is spider. So all you arachnophobes, the hummingbird is your best friend. However, they also feed from flowers. They will feed from your hummingbird feeder, too. I remember when we lived in Virginia we would have a dozen or more trying to feed from one feeder. It was amazing. (hint: to make your own hummingbird food boil 4 cups of water and 1 cup of sugar) Scientist once thought that they used their tongues as a wick. Recently, thanks to high speed footage, scientists have witnessed hummers using their tongues as a pump. Liquid is gathered on the end of their tongue. Then it contracts and the liquid is forced up their tongue into their mouth. Think of how you squeeze the last of the toothpaste out of the tube, it’s much the same motion. Except it’s their tongue, not a toothpaste tube.


Can I read Harry Potter?

Merlin’s beard! Of course you can. That would have been my answer had it been Crash who asked. However, Bang is only 5, and not quite ready for something that intense. We are Potterheads here. Bang will get his turn and I can’t wait. But I will. I started reading Harry to Crash when he was in 2nd grade. The first 3 books are basically an introduction. Things pick up and get scarier in book 4 The Goblet of Fire. We typically read a book then watch the movie and talk about the differences. I have read each book to him. He is now reading The Philosopher’s Stone on his own and I’m quite pleased. Pleased that he can read something that difficult on his own and pleased that he chose to on his own. He’d be Gryffindor for sure!

Can we make a recorder video?

Thank you music class. Never have I wanted smash an instrument as much as I’d like to smash that recorder. He has learned to play Hot Cross Buns. The iconic first song learned on any instrument. Wonder what AC/DC would sound like playing Hot Cross Buns? Over and over and over again he plays it. Mom, Dad, I’m sorry for that you had hear while I was learning to play the trumpet. Karma sucks ass. Anyway, I’m not musically gifted, but having learned the trumpet, I understand it a bit. So I taught Crash how to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Now he has two songs he plays on repeat. While no one was home, I learned Ode to Joy. One of these days, yes, we will make a video of us playing a duet. It’ll best be listened to with your speakers turned off.

Are the clouds in space?

My mom used to calls me a space cadet, not because go to space but because I space out. Bang was a bit confused. He sees the clouds up there, the sun up there, the moon up there, the stars up there, isn’t that all space? Nope. By Earth law, the Kármán line- where space officially begins- is at 100 km (62 miles) straight up. There is no definitive line between Earth and outer space. Just like there’s no definitive line between paying attention and spacing out. While the space station is 250 miles above the Earth, clouds can range anywhere from 0 feet (fog) and 53 miles (Noctilucent, or night clouds). That’s 9 miles shy of where space begins. Pretty much where I go when I space out. 

bonus:

Q: Where do astronauts go for a drink?
A: To the space bar!

Questions I Asked My Kids: ep 44

Tomorrow is Friday, y’all. Bring it!

DW and I are headed to a party tomorrow night, too. Date night! Bring it, too!

1. Where is the most awesomest place you have been?

Crash: I would say LegoLand but we’ve never been to LegoLand. So I’ll say The Cottage at the lake and Shining Waters (water park)
Bang: The hotel in Truro- it has an amazing pool

2. What do you want to be when you grow up?

Crash: Either an engineer or a racecar driver
Bang: A builder and a maid

3. Did you have any dreams last night?

Crash: I’m sure I did. Hold on… I’m 105% sure I did but I can’t remember it. I completely forget
Bang: Nope

4. What is something you would like to learn how to do?

Crash: Get free stuff from Amazon like a fidget spinner
Bang: Wiggle my eyebrows

5. Dad wants to get a new job. What job should he get?

Crash: A Clown! Just kidding… Baseball player for the Orioles.
Bang: Working at the grocery store

6. Mom wants to get a new job. What job should she get?

Crash: A mechanic
Bang: Putting tires on old cars

7. What would be a fun flavor for toothpaste?

Crash: Potato chip
Bang: Banana 

8. If you could fill a pool with anything fun to jump into, what would you use to fill it?

Crash: Sprinkles
Bang: Pretzel sticks

9. How far away is the sun?

Crash: 14,376 miles away
Bang: 13,000 miles

10. What age do you wish you were?

Crash: 18, because it just feels like a good age
Bang: 703 so I could work more jobs and be even smarter

10 #ParentingWin Tweets I found

We all love when we win as parents. Whether you figured out you could use the pizza cutter to cut up pancakes or your kids’ favorite song is a classic, the #ParentingWin can’t be denied. Here are ten rather amusing tweet randomly selected from Twitter.

1. A clever tip I plan on using

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2. When your kid is rocking out…

classics

3. What does the turtle say?

cowabunga

4. When mom makes it best…

kraft dinner

5. A just in case talent…

lock pick

6. When you find a more efficient way to play…

play phones

7. The best games…

Sleep Game

8. Wasn’t me!

stain

9. How you know your kid is a good person…

vader

10. How to catch a quick nap…

vulgar music

You can follow me on Twitter and Facebook. I’m sure you’ll find some #ParentingWins there!

How A Cookie Saved My Life

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I was walking home from school today and as I passed the grocery store I thought to myself (though I really said it aloud) “I should pick something up for dessert.” So I picked up monster cookies. These cookies are store made, the size of a man’s hand, and loaded with tiny M&M’s. Soft. Chewy. 8 cookies per pack.

So I buy the cookies and continue walking home. At the corner of McDonald’s and the gas station I push the pedestrian crossing button. Now, you might not believe me, but it’s true, I swear. I pushed that button and hole opened in the sidewalk. I peered in and there was a man down there. He looked exactly like me! I hollered down to him, “Do you need help?” He just looked up at me. So I offered him one of my monster cookies. “Mon up and have a cookie” I told him. I knew he could smell it because his nose twitched. I took a step back holding out the cookie. Lo and behold, out of the hole he climbed. So I gave him a monster cookie just like I promised. I think he smiled, then he simply walked away.

Being a curious guy, I looked into the hole again. It was empty now, but it was only about 4 or 5 feet deep so I climbed in. It was a tunnel, not a hole! I crawled in a short way and I suddenly felt myself sliding down. The tube was smooth and I couldn’t stop myself. I must have slide for at least 27 minutes.

Once I stopped moving I thought I was deep under ground, but I was wrong. I was under water! Technically, I was inside a huge bubble under water. It was a city inhabited by frog people. Two of them wrapped me up with their long sticky tongues and led me away. They took me to who I believed to be their queen. I thought of kissing her to see if she’d turn into a princess, but I kept my lips to myself. Turns out she wanted to send me to the slave pits to smash clams. Then I remembered the cookies so I offered her one for my freedom. I knew she could smell them because she licked her green frog lips.

They kick me out of their city on a green submarine that was piloted by a pirate. I don’t know where the pirate came from or why he had a submarine. I forgot to ask. Now, I know pirates are known thieves and this one seemed as slippery as squid snot. He looked at me with his one good eye and said, “Aye matey. You’ll make a fine deck hand on my pirate ship.” I always thought it would be fun to go sailing and work on those big, tall ships. Argh, the pirate life is not for me. So I offer him a monster cookie to drop me off somewhere safe. Preferably home.

Apparently pirates don’t negotiate, but they do eat cookies. That pirate left me on a deserted island. I walked around the island to find a way off. No luck. Then I walk through the woods and what do I find there? A giant, silver, flying saucer. Well it wasn’t flying, it was landed. Once the aliens saw me, though, they took me aboard. I thought for sure I was going to be probed in parts that aren’t for probing. They buckled me into a seat instead. Then it became a flying saucer. They said we were going to their planet, Xorgon and I would be put in the human zoo. I told their leader that I had cookies and he (she? I couldn’t tell) could have one if they’d take me back to Earth.

Now we’re on our way back to Earth, so I was told, when we suddenly stop. Lights of all colors were bouncing off the walls. Turns out we were stopped by intergalactic police! I told the leader alien the best way to get out of getting a ticket is to flash some boob, before I realized she didn’t have any boobs. Anyway, they arrest me for smuggling humans, even though I was the human. I’m riding in the back to the police rocket and I say, “Excuse me, Officer, I have this delicious cookie you can have if you don’t put me in jail. Police are easy to bribe. They’ll do anything for a cookie.

I’m sitting in the police station of some far off planet when Chief tells me a taxi is coming. You should have seen the size of this rocket ship taxi!  I climb in the co-pilot’s seat and we take off for Earth. We were going so fast that if I had had hair it would have caught fire. This taxi driver was a maniac! “Slow down!” I shout. He laughs, his fat belly jiggles, and a button popped off his shirt. Fortunately, he slows down. “Give me a cookie,” he says, “Or we’ll go even faster.” I had no choice but to give him one.

The taxi drops me off on Earth. I could tell something was different but couldn’t quite place it until I heard a thunderous sound and felt the ground shake. I could only stand in awe as a 40 foot T-Rex approached. It roared a monstrous roar. I threw a monster cookie at it and took off running. Then I saw a shimmery blue oval hovering in front of me, like a wall. With a terrible lizard wanting the rest of my cookies I had no choice but to jump in.

I found myself in a dark room. It smelled of dirt, felt like rock and was too short for me to stand up in. So I sat in my dark room and ate the last monster cookie. I must have sat there for at least 27 minutes when suddenly a bright light shone down on me. I squinted and looked up. “Do you need help?” I heard someone ask. I couldn’t see him because of the bright sunlight in my eyes. “Mon up and have a cookie,” I heard him say. The cookie smelled so good it made my nose twitchy. So I carefully climbed up out of the hole, took the cookie, smiled and walked home.

And this, kids, is why there is only one cookie left.

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