Tuesday, June 12, 2007

I can relate...


Found this picture here.

With a small son, I can relate. We now have roughly half of the small paperback books available as well as a large collection of Take Along Thomas (thanks, Nan!), so my memory is tested on a regular basis.

I've got most of them down. It's the add-ins like Rusty and Skarloey that get me a little confused.

...Oh, and the non-train vehicles like Jack. Even my son gets them confused with Bob the Builder.

Cultural Humour

Heard this yesterday from an older local:

A discussion was held about some young people who weren't talking properly because they didn't open their mouths when they spoke. This elder of the town said in response:

"That's why I always open me mouth and speak clearly to 'im. Whenever I see him I open me mouth and say 'G'day, mate, how ya garn?' "


That's teaching 'em.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Teamwork

This video is so cheesy, it's hilarious!

Aversion therapy - a case study

One of the fascinating parts of my Psych study involved behaviour modification and conditioning. The classic example of Pavlov's dog(s) - salivating when a bell rings, for example. The more interesting random-reinforcement mode in operant conditioning - the way poker machines get people to sit in front of them for hours on end.

I've become an interesting case study in my own right. Because conditioning worked on me in one area, but not another.

When I was in the early months of pregnancy, I was still into gaming. The Sims 2, to be exact. I know, I should have grown out of it by now, but it was a slightly more involved way to waste time than Freecell.

Anyway, these days I can't even look at the game. Any time I even think of playing it, I feel slightly nauseous. All those months when I battled through morning sickness to play the game became a form of aversion therapy, and now the idea of putting in the CD makes me go a little green around the edges.

Similar effects have been noticed with boiled eggs. They were a staple in early pregnancy, but I find it hard to make one for myself, now. I enjoy eating them once I get going, but it's that initial hump that is difficult.

Now, why didn't it work for chocolate?

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Loch Ness Monster?


This image intrigued me. It's on the Sydney Morning Herald website.

I reckon it's a person's arm sticking up out of the water. You can even see the shadow at the front where they've stuck their head under.

Very clever photography, though!

Friday, June 01, 2007

This shouldn't happen in Autumn...


The early cold snap and unseasonally warm weather a few weeks ago has confused my spring bulbs, and they've popped up several months early. Just in time to be frozen by the winter frosts. I'm glad the tulips are still in the fridge.

And yes, I do need to do some weeding.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Simple Illustration, No 1


I'm doing a lesson tomorrow on the God who wants us to call on Him (well, not using those exact words). One of the concepts I'm looking at is the role of the Holy Spirit in revealing the truth about Jesus to us. I found this great picture that can really help. It looks like a rather abstract landscape. But if you place a cylindrical mirror (i.e. roll of aluminium foil) on the well, a completely different image emerges.

There is no such thing as a perfect analogy, but the point I'm making is that without the Holy Spirit, Jesus' message and mission can seem confusing, strange and alien to us. But the Holy Spirit shows us who Jesus really is, convicts us of our need to turn back to God, and helps us to see the real picture.

I hope it helps tomorrow!

Picture attribution: Istvan Orosz, The Well.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Spot the baby...


We're really into "Hide and Seek" now.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Proof

It'll never satisfy the Richard Dawkins' of the world, but it's a beautiful video. NB: Hang in there until the end...

Friday, May 18, 2007

Favourite obsessions

My kids are cute.

There, I've said it. I've exposed my inner one-eyed-mother. I am now able to officially join the ranks of all the other one-eyed-mothers out there beaming proudly as their little one brings in a sore knee for a "kiss-it-better" (eldest child just did this as I typed).

A few days ago, I bought my littlest a new item: a bright, shiny, pink and blue raincoat. I think she likes it. At least, that was my fleeting impression from the fact that she's worn it, carried it, and hugged it everywhere for the past three days in a row.

It starts after breakfast. Sitting at the table, slowly coming to consciousness with my precious cup of coffee, I am startled to unwelcome awareness by the sounds of desperation. It's stuck on its hook. Having struggled gamely to free the raincoat from its prison, she brings her prize over to me, grunting and gabbling for me to put it on. I oblige, and all is right with the world - at least for the five minutes it takes before she realises she wants her gumboots.

Now, she is a picture of cute toddler-dom, clomping around the house in raincoat, one gumboot, with teddy bear firmly clasped to her chest. Is it wrong to just sit and watch your kids, silly smile plastered over your face?