"Out of the Mouths of Babes"

I followed a link on a site that I visit every day that lead me to a website that featured a cartoon-a-day. It is a site that describes itself as a “webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language.” I like it even if I don’t always get the joke. You have to be young and more Internet-savvy than I to get the full effect. When I told Ben I'd send him a link to the site, me told me there was no need, that the name of the site was easy for him to remember. I had to look the name up in an on-line slang dictionary. (Save the link. You can use it for other Internet slang, like ROTFLMAO. )

However, perusing the XKCD site, I found a ‘toon that I thought a fellow Internet Firefly friend would probably like, so I sent it off to him. He liked it so much, it ended up in his blog. Made me feel good!

I continued to review the cartoons when I found the one pictured here, Binary Sudoku. I loved it. I can finish each puzzle in one second; two seconds tops!

It reminds me of another “Binary” joke, “There are 10 kinds of people in the world, those who understand binary and those who don’t.”

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I thought that I had posted this next info already, but I didn’t see it anywhere. Just goes to show you what chemo brain can do. I tried to place my order for my meds over the Internet three times before I finally remembered enough to get it done.

When I talked with my doc on Friday, I mentioned my being female according to the report results of my x-rays. He surprised me by saying that he was the head of the Quality Control committee, but getting the correct info on reports isn’t their major concern. Made me feel real comfortable; “I’ll tell you that for nothing.”

But his belief that I was called a female was due to my using an initial for my first name and their computer system not being able to use a full middle name. I end up H. B. And, there are females who use their initials to try and hide the fact that they are female. And since I do get mail from the hospital for “Ms H.” I can believe the explanation. But why do I need to get all the mail for the OB/GYN department?

OK, I dug out the mail and will try to get it changed tomorrow.

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I stopped by Teo’s this afternoon to see him. He had an appointment with some folks and I was interested to hear how the appointment turned out. Besides, I hadn’t seen him for a while, what with me not feeling well and all.

While talking with him, his lovely daughters wanted some attention from us as well, which didn’t bother me at all. One of you guys should reassure him that I love kids, especially little girls, and set his mind at ease. I believe that it stems from losing a sister when I was 3 and she was 18 months. And, I agree with a favorite author of mine when he stated, “Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse.”

But like any good father, he gets concerned when his daughters climb all over one of his guests. But I don’t mind. I’m still a kid at heart.

Anyway, his youngest, Natalie mentioned that I didn’t have any hair. She was used to seeing me with some white hair and my white beard. They haven’t seen me that often this year to get used to me since most of my hair fell out. So I told her to feel my head because I did have some stubble trying to grow back in. So there she was standing on the couch behind me rubbing her hands all over my head. The words, out of the mouth of this 3-year-old bi-lingual babe sounded something like this, “like a baby.” She thought my head felt like a baby’s head!!! And she should know, she has a six-month-old nephew that lives with them.

Now, Amy, I know that you are flashing back to 4-year-old Zach calling me “Bobble-head Ben” and just chuckling away. Teo and I thought it was pretty funny too.

I guess that’s another reason I like kids, their honesty. Before they get “socialized” they have a tendency to tell things as they see it. And I do appreciate honesty, even if it might hurt a bit. Not that being told I have a head that felt like a babies head hurt my feelings. I thought it was funny and I will remember it for quite some time. And having said something here about it, I’m sure my kids won’t let me forget either. I hope!