Archive for August, 2007

Princess Aurora and the little old lady

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One day, princess Aurora was in her father’s castle when all of the sudden Timon, her pet tiger, pounced up to her.

“Grrr grrr grrr, grr grrr grrowl”, said Timon the Tiger.

“Oh no!” said Princess Aurora. “Where?”

“Grrr, grrr grrr grrr growl grrr.” replied Timon the tiger.

“Then I must go and help.”

And off she ran, out the front door of the castle and down the streets to stop at the front door of a little old house.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Hello”, said princess Aurora. “Is anyone there?”

Nobody answered.

Knock, knock, knock. “Helloooooo…” she repeated.

And after waiting for a few minutes, she opened the door and began to walk in. Tiger Timon followed close behind to protect her from harm.

“Hello, what do you want?”

In the corner of the little house, a little old lady was laying on her bed. She looked so sick.

“What are you doing here?” Said the little old lady in a raspy, high pitched voice.

“I’ve come to help you out!” replied princess Aurora.

“I don’t need any help. I’m just a little under the weather” said the little old lady.

“But I’ve come to make you some dinner!”

And with that, the front door opened wide and all the princess’ personal chefs darted in the room and began opening cupboard, shuffling dishes and cooking dinner.

“I’m going to make you my favorite meal.” Said princess Aurora, “SpaghettiO’s®!”

With that, the chefs completed the ever so exciting meal and darted out the front door as quickly as they had entered.

“Here, try some.” urged princess Aurora.

“I don’t want any. That looks disgusting!” said the little old lady.

“But you’ll love it, its my favorite meal.” insisted princess Aurora.

“Fine! I’ll try it.”

The little old lady took a spoonful of the freshly prepared SpaghettiO’s® and carefully inserted it into her mouth.

“Mmmmmm!” this is delicious! I love these. I think I’ll have them every day from now on.

Princess Aurora smiled and hugged the little old lady, and slowly walked out the door as she waved goodbye to the little old lady.

“Our work is done here Timon” said princess Aurora, as she and tiger Timon hurried back to the castle to play more princess games.

The end.

Dad, tell me a story

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Every night, part of the our bedtime routine is for Nicole to sing to each of our children and for I to either read or tell them each a story. Often, I tire of rereading the same collection of Dr. Seuss or other previously read short stories so I’ll recite an impromptu story of my own. After having done this for a year or so (the impromptu versions that is) I’ve decided to write them up as an archive for the kids to have when they are older. I don’t claim to be a master story teller, nor do I expect any kind of consistency between them. This is yet a means to appease their ever-growing imaginations as well as make it an enjoyable 10 minutes for me.

Enjoy the first one.

Mind your own business!!!

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So as usual, I am up late, doing work (or things related to it) and have run across a blog that really disturbs me.

Basically, catch someone else’s nanny’s benevolence (or malevolence), then report them to the “nanny police”. Apparently, this site is gaining a lot of momentum in the blogosphere.

COME ON PEOPLE! Society please take a Valium, relax, breathe a little. Are we all so caught up in other everyone else’s business that we forget to worry about whether or not we should be doing so? I realize there are those out there that would say it is our “responsibility” as a society to take care of each other. At what point will we say enough is enough? Like I want people “spying” on me on every little thing I do as father, husband, etc.

However glorious the Internet has become, its amazing things like this continue to draw our attention. Social networking sites, blogs, and other such personal web site mediums are effective ways for an individual to communicate with the world. Now we have sites like this, welcoming blatant defamation about real people, who may or may not merit such discussion, by completely arbitrary (and more often than not anonymous) participants. How insane is this?

However helpful such a service like this (or others like it) may be to society, perhaps we should see really observe what’s down that dark alley before we attempt to stomp on personal freedom and individualism. After all, by allowing society to run your life, you are in effect, losing it.