Flibbertigibit Friday
I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'm a little bit tired of Star Wars.  My five year old seems to live and breathe the force these days.  My heart still thrills to the music of some scenes.  I couldn't help but smile this morning as I ironed to the first few notes of my favorite scene and musical bit of Return of the Jedi.  Still, dropping what I'm doing ten times in five minutes to rush to Daddy's computer and see some amazing thing on a clone wars episode?  No thank you.  Yet I feel like my little guy is Buttercup.  He's asking if I love him.  As you wish, son. As you wish.


I almost hit a dog yesterday.  Luckily I was paying attention and stopped the car.  I had to honk twice to get the neighbor's idiot little yorkie to get out the road.  There wasn't a soul about watching for the creature.   This dog is street pizza waiting to happen and I really don't want be the one carrying doggy guilt for the rest of my life because the neighbors are careless pet owners!


Michael Jackson's death spawned a lot of terrible jokes.  I feel guilty for laughing at some of them.  I guess it shouldn't be a surprise though.  My favorite jokes as a kid were the "what do you call a dog with no legs" variety.  (You don't cause he wouldn't come anyway.)  My uncle had a million of them and I lived for his visits, saving the best ones I'd heard like treasures to disperse upon his arrival. 


I'm trying to institute a policy of much less TV in our house.  After baby came it was just so easy to let my son watch something while I took care of her.  We went from a NO TV family to one that had it on at every meal time.  I hate that.  I'm not a big fan of television and yet it was taking over everything.  My son didn't want to do anything else.  Art time held no appeal.  Going outside to play or ride bikes paled in comparison to the lure of games and shows.  We succesfully made it through both dinner last night and breakfast this morning without anything on and only a few complaints from little people.  I gave the boy an hour to either watch something or play a game (he's playing Lego Star Wars) while I showered and that time is almost up.  I have to go pull the plug.  Wish me luck...