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It starts Early

October 25, 2010 by Maren 2 Comments

My baby has an addiction. An ELMO addiction, and he doesn’t even watch the show! The branding of Elmo is quite ingenious, really. By books alone, my son discovered Elmo and loves him.  I fueled the love about a month ago when I decided to find a video on youtube of Elmo & the Elmo song. I think we single-handedly have made the video one of the most popular videos on youtube.  Its number of views have risen by over a million since I pulled it up first (probably 500,000 of those are ours.)  Though I only show it to him about once per day, every time little one sets his eyes on a computer, I hear “Elmo?  Elmo?  (Translation:  Hey, put that Elmo song on for me!)”

So, my child’s Elmo love affair caused me to do a little Elmo research (because I’m a dork like that).  I was really fascinated with the man behind the voice of Elmo and even checked out an interview with him–very interesting!  What I found out about Elmo was that he began his life on Sesame Street as a nameless Anything Muppet™, before becoming the famous 3 ½ year-old furry red monster who will always be 3 1/2  (why can’t I have those same ageless genes?).  The voice behind Elmo is done by Kevin Clash, who first became Elmo in 1984.  You can watch the interview with him here.

Some other interesting facts you may not know about Sesame Street:

All of the Sesame Street Muppets™ have four fingers, except Cookie Monster, who has five (and even more interesting, Cookie Monster, was designed with pointed fangs in 1966 as one of a set of three monsters for a General Foods commercial.)

Oscar the Grouch was the color orange in season 1.

Elmo is the only puppet in history to have testified before Congress.

Big Bird is covered with approximately six thousand dyed North American turkey, coq, ostrich and hackle feathers.

Grover’s first name was Gleep and he was green! It wasn’t until the second season that he became Grover and his fur became blue.

I know this post is random, but sometimes you’ve got to meet people where they’re at…and currently I’m into Elmo because that’s where my little love is.

Don’t worry, I’m covered!

October 8, 2010 by Maren 5 Comments

I’m still alive.  Nothing disastrous has happened.

But in case it does, I just wanted to let you know that you too, can be as prepared as me.  In case you didn’t see the news article, please click here to read about the new emergency bra that converts to a gas mask.

And if just reading about it doesn’t suffice, you can order YOUR special bra, for only $29.95 by clicking here.

The bottom line of the article is the kicker: “According to a report on tech news site CNET, there are plans for a “counterpart device for men” in the works, though the precise shape it will take has yet to be revealed.”

Thankfully, though, while your man is waiting for his own ‘counterpart device’ to be manufactured,  you’ll still be able to save your significant other because each cup converts to its own mask!  TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE, folks!

I can rest easy tonight.  Hopefully USPS will bring mine soon.  What will they think of next???

Be back soon!

Footprints in the SNOW?

January 28, 2010 by Maren 1 Comment

Everyone remembers the ole’ poem Footprints in the Sand. Here’s my rendition.

Footprints in the Snow by Maren Boehm

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As Pierson gets older,
he may ask,
“Mom, in this picture, why do I have two feet in the snow?
Yet you only have one?”
And I will reply,
“Because it was too stinkin’ cold to make the other footprint.”

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And you thought this would be sentimental…

Now, before you report me to CPS with a crazy story like placing naked babies in the snow, I also REALLY did inflict the cold upon myself on BOTH feet as we were mere inches from the inside (Here’s proof). We only stayed outside long enough to make the footprints, make some yellow snow (just seeing if you were still reading…), and give Pierson a couple of seconds to ponder all the white stuff. And we both loved it, survived, and lived to tell about it. The end.

Truly, one day he MAY ask why I’m as crazy as I am, and I’ll tell him, “Because I like it that way.”

My Jack Sprat Story

January 12, 2010 by Maren 4 Comments

Warning: The following story is gross but caused me to laugh until I cried.  So I’m sharing…but if you get grossed out easily, it’s gross.  ESPECIALLY if you don’t have pets.  Please read with caution and be advised.

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Last week, on a week day I made Macaroni and Cheese for Lunch, Michael’s favorite.  We usually can split a box between us.  I resort to the mac-n-cheese if the refrigerator is bare.  It’s my clue that if I don’t get to the grocery store within a couple of days, we’ll starve.  So, we ate our mac-n-cheese until our bellies were full.  As usually is the case, our dog sat pathetically at our feet, waiting for handouts.  Okay, he begs.  Generally, he doesn’t get much in the way of food.  Occasionally, we’ll put the dish down and let him lick it clean.  And, OF COURSE, we make sure it gets cleaned really well afterward.  But often, he’ll get nothing at all.

Now, a Mac-n-cheese lunch will cause me to scramble and scrounge in the recesses of the freezer to answer the question: what on earth can be for dinner? On this particular day, I found a couple salmon fillets to make salmon my favorite way.   I was trying to scurry in the kitchen, and prepare the salmon.  As a new mom, I was battling with keeping a  baby happy as I tried to cook dinner–impossible.  Once again, the reality of having no dishwasher hit hard & I found myself with a mountainous stack of dishes to be done and little time to accomplish the cleaning.  So, to cut corners, I decided I’d make rice using the pan in which I had made the mac-n-cheese.  After all, I’d only used it to cook pasta–it’d just had contained noodles, milk, and butter–nothing that reusing a pan could hurt.

At dinner, I proudly shared with Michael my dish washing saving ways.

Nonchalantly and void of any emotion, Michael asked, “Did you remember that Zippy licked the pan?”

Oops and Ewww, but what could I do?  At that very moment, the only thing I could do was to laugh.

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