Braggin on kids

Megan sharing sucker with friends, gave her last one to girl she did not like

It's all in the evidence

With my absence from blogging, there has been many great stories left untold. Funny things, sad things and even spiritual enlightenment. As I was looking through my drafts, this funny story brought a smile to my face almost as as big as the first time, if that is possible.

Ever since 1st grade, Brandon has always had a thing for science. I am not sure if it is because his teacher was mastering in science and her classroom was right out of the rain forest. She was amazing. They were always involved in hunting for bugs, or growing a garden right in her own room, in which the students got to make a vegetable soup at the end of the year, or tending to the many various snakes and lizards (until one escaped into the school and was banished forever). She had an assortment of dead bugs and arachnids displayed in many ways. She had many dead animals she had preserved in small jars, one of them being a two-headed cat. She taught them to truly question the world around them. Brandon scored an A in that subject. He always wants to know why, how and if.

If you look closely on his left arm, you will see evidence of one of his latest curiosities. As he was walking past the bathroom one day, the hot curling iron sitting on the counter was certainly cause for much curiosity. Looking down at that hot iron with the heat setting all the way to 20, he thought to himself, "I wonder what 1 feels like?" Without wasting time, he quickly switched the setting to 1 and tested it the first place he thought of, right on the most delicate skin of his arm. Result? A nice 2-3rd degree burn. Lesson? The number 1 is NOT, I repeat, is NOT equal to 1 degrees.

This volunteer science experiment will go down in the books as tested, tried and true. Knowing I will never have to experience that for myself brings me immense relief. By what name shall this experiment go down in history?

Do you hear what I hear?

With all the social networking, texting, chat and email technology flying around these days, I think there is an abundance of miscommunication going on. For how do we really convey emotion and intent through the written word without facial expression, body language and voice change? Some of the more skilled texters have their own language that seems to help, but really, unless you have taken 4 years of college on creative writing, how is Mortimer going to know that you were not really serious when you joked about your dog playing with plastic?

My communication with my supervisor is through chat and I am SCARED to death of her. Is she really as tart and impersonal as her replies to my unskilled questions make her seem?

Bonnie: This dictator put in this worktype. Should I change it to this worktype?

Supervisor: Why would you do that?

(This is where I wished I had never asked).

Bonnie: Um, I understood that she does not use that worktype.

Supervisor: That is incorrect. You should never change the worktypes yadda, yadda, yadda...