IHOP Girl: Pee-wee

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Pee-wee

Step 1: Start peeing on freshly vacuumed floor.

Step 2: Walk down the clean floors dribbling as you go. (I swear it looks like artwork)

Step 3: Finally get to were mom finds you and stop to finish out puddle style.

Thank goodness for paper towel and carpet cleaner...Also, thank you God for a voice with which to yell...I really wasn't yelling at him as much as expressing my frustration. If I do say so my self, I handled it well - I didn't freak out on him. I just took him tethered him in the living room so he'd stop walking all over it, and went to clean it up. I swear sometimes he does it on purpose!

6 comments:

shrunken_frontal_lobe said...: that is more than art my dear clair!

that is the perfect visual depiction of continuous-time stochastic process, aka brownian motion.

since your particular issue is a one-dimensional situation, the Smoluchowski 1-D mathematical model will be sufficient.

if we assume the change in pee-droplet velocity is dV, with mass M, and the carpet fiber has mass m and velocity, v,

then dV ~ (m/M)*v

in the limit for a large number of pee droplets, N,

the average total velocity change of the pee particles may be represented as,

dV*sqrt(2N/pi), where pi ~ 3.14159

i shant bore you with the derivation of the differential equations for the 3-D model...

hew!; 5:48 AM
Clair Bannerman (alias) said...: I think I'm going to throw up now...your dizzing intelect is more than I can handle, and much more than pee deserves!; 6:30 AM
Anonymous said...: WOW! I have to admit that when we're just sitting around doing yard work or enjoying the end of a day, it never occurs to me that SFL has such thoughts floating around in his brain!

Maybe I'm just using the wrong formulas when I'm trying to increase his velocity??? I will have to give that some thought ;-)
WOT; 1:55 PM
shrunken_frontal_lobe said...: WOT has naughty thoughts!

increasing my velocity? wanting me to work faster eh?

i'm sure your brain will come up with many ideas, being so smart as you is.

clair -

every natural process deserves recognition, study, analysis, and prediction. even urination, in all it's artful forms.

besides, you showed the pictures, what else did you expect from we the pathetically faithful readers?; 5:34 PM
Jess said...: Since SFL once used to sign his posts "Your Stochasticness," what are we to infer from the mention of the stochastic process in relation to this post?; 2:29 PM
shrunken_frontal_lobe said...: well an increased probability for stochastic behavior is one symptom of the aging process. so be sure to stand at a comfortable distance to prevent stochastic splashing.

hew!; 6:10 PM

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Mega Mind
Taking Chance (Will make you cry like a baby)
Charlotte Grey (A bit of a different take on Nazi Germany)
Series - Merlin (I LOVE BBC)
Robin Hood (Okay, a love Russell Crowe, you'll have to understand that about me...)
Kingdom of Heaven (Chuck full of acting power with an epic tale)
Miss Potter (Such a great film! Story of the creator of Peter Rabbit)
How to Train your Dragon (Possibly my favorite animated movie ever...I'm like a little kid, I watch it over and over)
Buck (Sundance winner, Biography of Horse Trainer, heart touching)
Lost in Austin (Modern day spin on Pride and Prej.)

Life as a nurse...

Great words by Reb Jeff: Vayishlach: Facing Death

"Rachel died. She was buried on the road to Ephrat — now called Bethlehem. Jacob set up a pillar above her grave. It is the pillar at Rachel’s grave to this day."–Genesis 35:19-20

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vidui http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shiva_(Judaism), and preparing the notifications to the community, feel like little fragments of the sacred. I have been entrusted with the care and tending of the most powerful, complex and difficult emotions that a person can experience in life. I have been made, in some small part, a guardian of the memory of a departed soul — a life that touches upon many other lives.After dropping off my older daughter at her high school this morning, I made a stop at Treasure Coast Hospice http://www.tchospice.org/, a remarkable organization that sets a very high standard for the loving and respectful care of the dying. There, I visited a lovely man whom I have seen a few times in his hospice room. I sat by his bedside and listened to him (in full possession of his faculties) as he told me about his worries about his family, the support of his wife after he is gone, and the future of his children and grandchildren. I was deeply moved by the way he put any concern for himself — even while facing death — in a distant backseat to his concerns for his family. When my own time comes, I can only hope to have his awareness of the way that one life can touch so many others.Also at hospice, I visited a woman I have known for the past two years — a dear soul who is a former Jewish religious school director. I sat with her, too, singing psalms to her as I listened to her heavy and labored breathing. I have no medical training, but I have come to know the sound of a person who is close to death. The body begins to fight for each breath as it slowly looses it grasp on life. As I held her hand and sang, I realized that being a rabbi is no protection against becoming one of the people caught in the web of connection. I, too, am changed by the loss of a life that has touched mine.Later in the day, I met with a couple from our congregation. She had just learned that her brother died yesterday in a car crash. Coming to terms with the loss is made more difficult for her by the fact that she and her brother had not seen each other or spoken in five years. Sometimes, people think it is easier to mourn the death of someone who has moved out of your life. In my experience, though, it's harder. Grief is magnified by wounded love and regret. I have no magic words to say to ease the pain of mourning. All I can do is listen, become a vessel in which people place their stories, and offer compassion.Actually, there is one more thing I can do. I can have faith that "all I can do" is all that I need to do. It is enough.In this week's Torah portion (Vayishlach) Jacob watched Rachel, the love of his life, die in childbirth. He was overcome by grief. Jacob had worked for his cruel uncle Laban for fourteen years to earn the right to marry Rachel. Now she was gone. Because she died while they were traveling, Jacob had to bury her by the side of the road. He built a pillar of stones on the spot to mark the place as sacred.This is what we all do, in one way or another, when death enters our lives. We grieve and our hearts break. We wish that we could continue to walk along the path of life with our loved ones forever, but the dead cannot fully join us. We have to leave something behind in order to resume our own journey. So, what do we do? We mark the moment as sacred. We erect monuments — both in cemeteries and in our hearts. The stones we place on top of stones remind us that a life may end, but its sanctity is forever.The Torah says that the monument Jacob built for his beloved continues to stand until this day. A life that touches the lives of others never ceases to send living reverberations throughout the web that binds us all.