Jumped on the Guitar Hero Bandwagon

Andrew bought me a Wii Fit for an early birthday gift, so I returned the favor this morning and we brought him home Guitar Hero World Tour, with the Metallica disc as an extra special bonus. (Happy early birthday, honey!)

Whoever designed this game is a genius. Really.

I can't remember the last time I saw Andrew laughing and smiling like this. Audrey's loving the drums. Owen, of course, has commandeered the box.

Big win all around.

Now I'm dragging myself into the 18th century ...

Trapped in the house again today because of Sick Child. So this time I joined Facebook and found a few of you on there already. (Terri Wheeler, by the way.) Though I suspect I'm about as deadweight as you can get to add to a friends list. Heh.

I think I may have found some folks I went to elementary school with back in New Hampshire, and that warms my little heart.

Dragging myself into the 16th century ...

For various and sundry reasons, I finally signed up at Twitter. If you have a twitter ... feed? or whatever they're called, let me know so I can follow you there. I'm terriwheeler. Andrew is nicklepede, and he's the one who posts photos of the kids and I in the pool at the Y during swim lessons. Heh. Me, I haven't posted anything yet. I'd say it'd require doing something worth posting, but isn't that the whole point of Twitter, so you don't have to?

Or maybe a Scamp!

Audrey is sort of obsessed with Pluto right now. Of course, the 4 year old mind doesn't have all the cultural and scientific literacy hooks necessary to quite make the right sense of it all. I suspect it has much to do with the mind-boggling-to-her concept that something used to be a planet, but now isn't.

Anywhoo, she just came up to me and said:

"Mom, If you were going to drive to Pluto, it would take a long, long time. Probably 7 days!"
"Well, more like years than days."
"Oh, you'd definitely want to take an RV instead of a car then."

... yeah, or maybe a spaceship.

Hey, it's Science!

My husband totally rocks. In response to my Tang-issues of earlier, he found a site that not only shows you how to Make Your Own Tang -- but in fact allow you to Awesomely Make Your Own Tang because ... it's science!

(Warning: second link goes to a pdf.)

Speaking Truth to Power

I'm not much of a protesting, agitating or complaining type, but God help me, I just got off the phone with Kraft to complain that it is no longer possible to buy Tang without artificial sweetener.

I am so not cool with this new thing of mixing natural and artificial sweeteners in a product.

Hey, Chicago people!

I'm getting mixed messages from the online weather reports. If you were my husband (who is, let us say, a Texas man), would you want to fly into Chicago early tomorrow morning and fly back out in the afternoon? Or would the weather still be too crappy?

I'm required by law (#7, to be exact) to do this, so ...

Reply in comments here and I'll:

1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - a song, a color, a photo, a word, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.