Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Monday, January 24, 2011
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Get Your Tickets Here Folks
Little voice calling out from the bathroom, "Mama, Mama."
Response, "Coming! Do you need help?"
Little voice, "No, but you have to check this out! It's bright green!!"
Wow. I can hardly contain my excitement.
Check please.
Response, "Coming! Do you need help?"
Little voice, "No, but you have to check this out! It's bright green!!"
Wow. I can hardly contain my excitement.
Check please.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Mini-weekend: Foiled
I went to a quick 8:00 a.m. meeting on the other side of the city yesterday. On my day off.
It didn't end until after four. No food. No water. No break. No mini-weekend.
Last night, we went to the elementary school ice cream social. In the parking lot on the way home, Son #1 let out the worst gas ever known to mankind. Even with all the windows open, I thought I was going to die.
Son #1: Now I'm glad Jack didn't come home with us. But doesn't it smell like Toaster Strudel?
Hubby: Not like any Toaster Strudel I've ever smelled.
Son #1: Well, that's what happens if I eat Toaster Strudel or white powdered donuts. The other day, I let a whole series of these go during class. And today I popped off a big one during lunch.
Can life get any better than this? I guess that's what happens when you can't blame the dog.
On a related note: are little girls like this?
It didn't end until after four. No food. No water. No break. No mini-weekend.
Last night, we went to the elementary school ice cream social. In the parking lot on the way home, Son #1 let out the worst gas ever known to mankind. Even with all the windows open, I thought I was going to die.
Son #1: Now I'm glad Jack didn't come home with us. But doesn't it smell like Toaster Strudel?
Hubby: Not like any Toaster Strudel I've ever smelled.
Son #1: Well, that's what happens if I eat Toaster Strudel or white powdered donuts. The other day, I let a whole series of these go during class. And today I popped off a big one during lunch.
Can life get any better than this? I guess that's what happens when you can't blame the dog.
On a related note: are little girls like this?
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Doomed to Ugliness?
Just when I thought my oldest brother had sent me a link regarding a (what some may find interesting) hypothesis that prettier people were more likely to have daughters than sons, he redeemed himself by presenting evidence to the contrary by economist Andrew Gelmen.
Amen!
Apparently, by charting the offspring of People magazine's 50 most beautiful people over a five-year time frame (1995-2000), out of 329 children, Gelmen found there were only 47.7% girls (with standard error 2.8%) which is a statistically insignificant 0.8% percentage points lower than the population frequency.
As a horrific statistician myself, and one who was never "on the bus" during grad school, I'm taking this opportunity to cash in on being statistically challenged in order to consider the higher percentage of boys in this select set (vs. the average populous) as a confirmation of my extraordinary beauty. And since few people who know me actually tend to comment on this site, I feel very comfortable that I won't be called out.
Amen!
Apparently, by charting the offspring of People magazine's 50 most beautiful people over a five-year time frame (1995-2000), out of 329 children, Gelmen found there were only 47.7% girls (with standard error 2.8%) which is a statistically insignificant 0.8% percentage points lower than the population frequency.
As a horrific statistician myself, and one who was never "on the bus" during grad school, I'm taking this opportunity to cash in on being statistically challenged in order to consider the higher percentage of boys in this select set (vs. the average populous) as a confirmation of my extraordinary beauty. And since few people who know me actually tend to comment on this site, I feel very comfortable that I won't be called out.
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