Pneumonochrome

Walking to catch the campus shuttle home  today, I passed a sign that said, in part,  “No Tipping.” Someone had stuck a small  magnetic-poetry-style word between the two  words printed there, The word was “cow.”  It made me chuckle to see “No cow tipping”  written up on the wall as I exited The  hospital. Cow tipping is particularly funny  to me because I spent a few years working  on a farm when I was younger.  I regularly woke up over 300 cows at 2:00 in the morning, but one thing I never did was tip one over.  You know why? Cows don’t sleep standing up.  Surprise!

Now, I’m not foolish enough to think that everyone who’s ever mentioned cow tipping really believes it can be done.  In fact, I’m sure that most people who have ever brought the subject up at least suspect that it sits right up there with jumping just before your run-away elevator hits the ground to prevent being hurt.  However: every once in a while someone will, in my presence, claim to have actually tipped cows.  Usually I’m in a pretty good mood, and I’ll just grin and call BS quietly in my head.  Every once-in-a-while, though, I just can’t resist the urge to tell people exactly how I know they’re full of crap.  Whether I say something or not, I get to laugh just a little to myself every time I catch someone making up a lie like that, especially because it’s such an absurd thing to lie about.

What are some of the myths you see perpetuated that you know, from your own personal experience, are myths?  I should mention that I consider this blog to be my space, and anyone whose comment makes it up here is seen here as a guest in my space.  I say that because I have no inhibitions at all regarding the editing and deleting of comments.  If you comment in response to the question I just asked, please keep in mind that one of the fastest ways to guarantee I’ll moderate your comment is to make a comment that calls a person’s spiritual beliefs, or faith, a myth, so please don’t do it.

Oh, and by the way, the majority of this post was hand-written on my tablet PC.  I’ve finally got the handwriting recognition trained up pretty well, and it’s nice to be able to just use the stylus to jot down thoughts from time to time.

So, my son was up before I left for school this morning. Right before I left, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. My son really loves brushing his teeth, and he ran into the bathroom and stood up on the little stool we have in there for him and grabbed his toothbrush. I turned on the water for him and he wet his brush and started brushing, rewetting it a few times while I was brushing my own teeth. When I finished and rinsed off my toothbrush, he did too. When I set my toothbrush back in the holder, he did too, waiting until I did. He then waited until I rinsed out my mouth, and tried to rinse out his (he puts his hand under the water and then rubs it on his lips), and when I spit the last of the toothpaste out, he climbed back up on his stool and spat in the sink as well. It’s so amazingly cute to watch him mimicking his mother and I doing everyday things like this. I really love it.