I stopped by Radio Shack this morning and picked up the last parts I need to finish my star projector. I painted it a couple of days ago and it looks kind of like the Death Star . . . so that’s pretty sweet. I’ll post pics and a write-up of the project when I get it all done. I’m super excited. I put my maglight in the projector to get an idea of what the final star-projections outcome would be, and it looked pretty sweet. Isaac liked it too. He kept running around the room trying to touch all the stars he could reach.

If you have any interest at all in looking at stars, check out this freeware at www.stellarium.org

It has about a million fun features such as, it allows you to change your view to match your location on the earth, you can zoom in on various objects like the surface of the moon of Pluto, etc. It’s a lot of fun.

If you happen to be reading my blog right now, stop and go look at the moon. Well, actually, go look at Mars, which is right next to the moon.

Here are a couple cool astronomy sites I like:
www.skypub.com
www.space.com

Isaac is starting to develop a bit of a temper, so I cracked oped one of Dr. Dobsons books and flipped to the index looking for “temper tantrums.” For some reason I started by looking for “temperament” and found list under “temperament” which I though would describe the different problems parents face an different solutions. The first item on the list was “anal.” And that’s as far as I got. I asked myself: “How would I know if my 14month old had an anal temperament?” Then I realized I wasn’t looking under “temperament”, but under “temperature.”

I’d like to start a new word: Coffee Pirates.

That’s what we’ll call people who leave less than a cup’s worth of coffee in the pot. It’s funny without being mean, so I think it has the potential to stick. And I think the coffee pirates would think about that name whenever they are being coffee pirates, and be motivated to make a new pot of coffee.

Here’s the last line from chapter 8 of Grisham’s The Firm:

“He closed his eyes and watched them.”

Check out this story:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/maryannemc/155554889/

I’m sure everyone has a story like this: our parents, us, and our children.

When I was seven I put a whoopee cushion under one of the cushions on my couch. When our baby sitter sat on the sofa, she thought the BTttrruuup of the whoopee cushion was her pants ripping wide open. My brother and I died laughing and our poor babysitter sat their forever until we told her it was just whoopee cushion. Looking back on the situation, before I told her that her pants weren’t busted open, I should have raided the ice cream.