Little Notebook at Mamarati

Little Notebook

I have a tiny notebook. About the size of an index card. I write things in it when I’m out and about… reminders. Things to google. Stuff I don’t want to forget. Stuff Jacob says in the car that is funny. Things that I’m curious about…

So, I’m going to dump it all here:

Texas Rose Restaurant on I-45.
I found one review: “great place: this place is a great place to just hang out and shoot pool. the live bands on friday, saturday and sunday nights are excelent. it a great place to just get away.”

Probably just a bunch of SYSCO food.

Briggs on I-45.
They grow something. There are tons of greenhouses. What do they grow? I can’t seem to find it.

Fresh Lane.
It’s a drive-thru grocery store that we saw when driving through Saginaw one day. They carry a limited number of items that people buy at the grocery store and you drive through. Seriously. I know that it probably helps people who have like 20 kids or are disabled, but I can only imagine the people who I see at Wal*Mart who are so big they ride in the electric carts because they can’t walk more than a few feet without getting winded.

Eighter from Decatur.
(”WTF?” I wrote in the notebook) Apparently it comes from some gambling railway worker and it means rolling an 8 in craps. They’re proud of it in the town. I think I saw it on several signs or buildings or a water tower or something. ? It was enough to make me go, “Huh?”

Star gazing.

Next time we go watch a meteor shower we should do it at 148 and 2190 because it’s got a cool hill.

View Map

Kiva.com.
I have no idea. It’s a government software site. I must have seen it on a sign.

LOCATE SEATBELT CHIME
That one is for my boyfriend really. My car has a really loud seatbelt chime that annoys him greatly. He wants to find it and disable it or something. It’s not that he doesn’t wear his seatbelt, we definitely don’t need any reminders about that. It’s that he leaves the car running and he might go into the house to get something we forgot or when we’re stopped on a road trip looking at something and we’re still in the car (or in and out getting cameras or food or whatever), or if we’ve just stopped to get gas and we’re deciding what to do next and haven’t put our belts on yet because we’re just sitting… it goes off forever. LOUD. I guess most people just wouldn’t have their cars running in these situations, but we live in Texas. You could die sitting in your car for just a couple minutes, it’s so hot.

Pedometer.
The one I want is the Omron HJ-112.

Vegans aren’t tech savvy.
I wrote about this in my other diary space. But it’s worth repeating here. Very funny kid stuff:

So, we’re talking about people who don’t use technology. This is a hard concept to understand for my kid.

I’ve worked on the Internet in some form or another since he was born. His dad is a network admin. His stepmom is a laptop-toting writer. My boyfriend is a total computer nerd.

Jacob owns two laptops and all manner of other tech goo.

So, I’m trying to describe people who, either by choice or not, don’t use computers, don’t have email addresses, don’t know what IMing is… and he says:

“What do you mean, they’re like Vegans?”

Me: What?

He: You know, people who don’t use technology at all or have cars, what are they called?

Me: Amish?

He: Yeah, Amish. That’s what I meant.

That was hilarious. Although, it’s funny to me that he equates someone simply not having a computer or email to being Amish. ????

You should see the look of disbelief when we tell him about turning the dial on the TV to change channels. I mean, it’s like he doesn’t even comprehend the resistance and clicking from the knob when I try to describe it.

I need to talk about the cassette thing, too… when I come back. I almost forgot about that. I’ve got to run pick him up at school, though.

Take it to the bridge…
There’s a song that my boyfriend loves:

It’s called Doo Doo Brown. It’s pretty funny. It also happens to be my last name (Brown) so my boyfriend is always using it as sort of a “call” to action when we’re leaving the house. Like… Come on Doo Doo Brown. Stuff like that.

So, Jacob and I are at church and they’re doing the announcements. And I’m not paying too much attention and neither is he. Then the announcer person says, “I’m going to hand the mic over now to Denudu Brown.”

And Jacob and I both perked up and started cracking up because it sounded just like Doo Doo Brown. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to talk to the woman with a straight face because of this song.

Planners and homework.
I may have already written about this in my other space. No. I haven’t. (Just checked). So, basically, the deal is that Jacob has way too much homework. And also, they’re anal retentive about this planner that he has. In fact, they make the kids buy them from the PTA. That seems like a conflict of interests or something. Like, it’s not respecting each individual child’s way of staying organized. I mean, how many times do people try to use a system and it just won’t stick? Or it doesn’t suit your needs?

Anyway, I think they spend more time worried about these planners than they do worried about actual learning of actual subject material. And since they already spend so much time worried about those stupid tests and not actual learning of actual subject material, I don’t know how our kids learn anything at all.

I think that back in the day when we had less homework and no forced planners kids were actually smarter. But I could be wrong.

And that concludes this installment of “The Little Notebook that Could.”