Oh, my.
Like I needed another addictive website.
But this is so fun.
Check out typeracer, a website where you can hone your typing skills by racing against random opponents. You can even set up races with your friends. By doing progressively better, you can watch your words per minute number go higher. Of course, if you stay up way too late doing race after race after race, your brain probably isn't at its best, and that number will go down. Not that I'd do that or anything.
I can't tell you why this crazy site is so addictive. You'll just have to try it yourself.
And when you feel guilty because you and your kids haven't bathed in weeks, at least you know you were bettering yourself by improving your typing ability.
Thanks to BzzAgent for turning me on to typeracer, and thanks to Sasha for turning me on to BzzAgent.
By the way, Sasha has a giveaway on her blog right now. Check it out.
Be sure to come back here tomorrow to find out who won the lip gloss.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Countdown, part 2: It's not brain surgery
October 2, 2008
It's three months until the second anniversary of The Engineer's surgery. Sometimes when people are talking about something simple, they'll say, "Hey, it's not brain surgery!" As we were preparing for the operation, we used to laugh at that. Thankfully he was at the hands of a skilled surgeon and it was fairly simple as these operations go. So while it was brain surgery, it wasn't rocket science.
As promised, over the last month I've been thinking about that time, and trying to learn from it. Any health crisis is enormously stressful. Yet I remember seeing so many of God's miracles and blessings through that time, and being so grateful for them. I'm trying to learn to see every day situations in that light. When I flooded the bathroom recently, I decided to be thankful that Zoodle slept through the roar of the shop vac, and that I was able to read a magazine while I moved the vacuum hose from spot to spot.
If I can be thankful when our family has a crisis, or when I make crazy mistakes, I can also learn to see blessings and miracles during everyday things like Chickie's tantrums and Zoodle's crying.
I know I can learn to integrate this thinking in my life. It's pretty simple, right? I mean, it's not brain surgery.
It's three months until the second anniversary of The Engineer's surgery. Sometimes when people are talking about something simple, they'll say, "Hey, it's not brain surgery!" As we were preparing for the operation, we used to laugh at that. Thankfully he was at the hands of a skilled surgeon and it was fairly simple as these operations go. So while it was brain surgery, it wasn't rocket science.
As promised, over the last month I've been thinking about that time, and trying to learn from it. Any health crisis is enormously stressful. Yet I remember seeing so many of God's miracles and blessings through that time, and being so grateful for them. I'm trying to learn to see every day situations in that light. When I flooded the bathroom recently, I decided to be thankful that Zoodle slept through the roar of the shop vac, and that I was able to read a magazine while I moved the vacuum hose from spot to spot.
If I can be thankful when our family has a crisis, or when I make crazy mistakes, I can also learn to see blessings and miracles during everyday things like Chickie's tantrums and Zoodle's crying.
I know I can learn to integrate this thinking in my life. It's pretty simple, right? I mean, it's not brain surgery.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Renaming the Fam
Well, my husband and I had a good talk yesterday about Internet privacy, and decided it would be a good idea to stop using our family's real names on the blog. So get used to reading about...
- C. Beth--I'm keeping this as my name since I don't want to change the blog name.
- The Engineer--My smarty pants husband
- Chickie--Our almost-three-year-old daughter (shortened version of her nickname: Chickie Poo Poo).
- Zoodle--Our six-month-old baby boy. Name is from Sandra Boynton's Silly Lullaby, which I sing to Eli every day. Many, many times a day.
- Hammer--Our dog's name is staying as-is. If you want a hyper Schnauzer who likes to grab food off the countertops, feel free to use this information to track him down and steal him. Just kidding. Sort of.
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