Showing posts with label hippies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hippies. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

In Memory

It is with great sadness that I have to announce the death of a treasured member of the von Frinkenhagen household. San Dal von Frinkenhagen passed suddenly last Sunday, January 31, 2010 at the young age of two (37.5 in footwear years). It was a shock to us all, but I like to think that San Dal made it to a place that looks like this:


San Dal was a great companion that worshipped the ground beneath my feet. In honor of San Dal, I have revised a portion of one of my favorite songs:

I blew out my flip flop, stepped in some dog crap
Scrapped it off, had to hop on back home.
But there’s room in the trash can,
To be plucked by the trash man,
And delivered straight to the local landfill.


San Dal von Frinkenhagen
2007 - 2010

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Endangered

I'm worried. I'm very, very worried. Finals hell week is here and I feel that the beard is an endangered species, certain to become extinct by the middle of next week, if not sooner.

We've got a Christmas party to go to on Saturday morning and said endangered beard is making me "look like a bum". I'm not sure I can show up at the party with the beard. I fear that its demise may come sooner than I wanted.

I do not think there's anything I can do to save it. To power me through, I'm going to focus on the times we had together. So many hours we spent in the office - alone. So many hours we spent "learning" the ins and outs of property law, corporate law, and - most recently - estate law. So many hours were spent itching and scratching and wondering just why in the hell the peach fuzz was so sharp.

So many hours together. And yet, in a few days our time will end. So much time is spent saving endangered animals. What about the endangered beards? Where are the efforts to stave off the girlfriends, employers, and others from killing the beard?

No, I do not think I can make a difference in saving endangered beards. I will resign myself to my memories.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Reality TV

I think it’s finally happened. I think I have found a reality show that I want to keep up with. I never actually thought this day would come, but I’m simply intrigued.

I stopped studying a little early last night. There’s only so much hearsay and impeachment stuff you can study before you realize that you’re not learning anything. When you finally come to that realization, it is time to stop. So I figured I’d spend some time with the wife and kid, have a look at Quicken to make sure the books were in line, and watch a little TV. I was scrolling through the channels when I came upon Whale Wars. I had seen a commercial for the show and figured I’d have a little look to see what was going on. I was expecting to see some crazy environmentalists. I wasn’t disappointed.

What I saw was a scene straight out of Seinfeld. You know, the scene where the executive from NBC is on the dingy in the middle of the Antarctic Ocean. He falls overboard and dies. Yeah, that’s what I saw. I turned it on at the point where the environmentalists were weaving in and out of floating ice on a rubber boat. It couldn’t have been more than 10 feet long. But they were chasing huge whaling freighters. I mean, huge. Hundreds of feet long. The kind of ship that could produce a wave that would tip a 10 foot rubber boat.

My first thought was “This is exciting. There’s a rubber boat chasing a huge freighter. La di frickin da”. Then the rubber boat got a little closer to the freighter and I heard one of the guys say “Throw the butyric acid”.

Huh? They are going to throw acid at the freighter?

Ok, now I’m hooked. But not for the reasons you may think. I’m sitting there saying to myself “Is that legal?”

Apparently, the butyric acid stinks to high heaven. So they throw the acid onto the freighters, the glass bottles break, and then the freighter stinks. What I didn’t tell you is that the freighters don’t just take this laying down. They fight back. They have guys manning hoses that spray water at the dinghies to keep them from getting too close. The water spray is apparently pretty intense and does its job pretty well. In addition, the freighters move through the floating ice to keep the dinghies from getting too close. They also put up cargo nets all around the ship to keep the bottles from getting on board. Finally, they have something called the “LRAD”. LRAD stands for Long Range Acoustic Device. The thing seems to be pretty nasty. It sends out a sound (that can travel long ranges, obviously) that is loud enough to cause permanent hearing loss within a very short amount of time. It was not used last night (but the Japanese did throw large metal bolts at the environmentalists. This did not make them happy. A little hypocritical, no?)

That’s all well and good, but how is a little stink going to stop Japanese freighters from whaling in the Antarctic? What are the environmentalists going to do, scare the whales away? Not quite. Their mission is to shut the freighters down.

How? Well, they were all giddy last night because they had a new weapon to use. It was an unbreakable net. Here’s the plan for this net. They would cut across the bow of the freighter at an extremely close distance, drop the net, let the freighter run it over, get it caught in the freighter’s propeller, and shut the ship down.

Well, needless to say, there were some mishaps from the get-go. They missed a couple times. But hey, how could you blame them? This was their first time trying to drop the net. It’s not like they had practice or anything (this thing is “state of the art” and a new “toy” for the environmentalists). Eventually, they got it right. They dropped it perfectly, the freighter ran over it, and the celebrations began.

Until they realized the freighter was still moving at its normal speed. What happened? The “unbreakable” net was cut in half by the huge freighter’s propeller.

At this point, I’m laughing my @ss off. I mean, seriously? Who didn’t see that coming?

Plan B. Take whatever is left of the net (it has floats on it so you can pick it up if you miss) and try again. Good plan. They got in position, crossed insanely close to the freighter, dropped the net, and...

The freighter stopped. Like, full stop. Mission accomplished? Not quite. The Japanese aren’t dumb. They let the environmentalists cross in front and drop the net. They stopped the ship, dropped a hook, and picked up the net.

Ok, this is the most entertaining thing I have seen in quite some time. The environmentalists were crushed. Their prized weapon, the one that was going to shut the whalers down for “months” was no more. First, the whaling freighter sliced through it. Second, the whalers “confiscated” it. This was too much.

Now what? More acid of course! Pure entertainment.

I’m searching the internet the whole time trying to determine how these people get away with what they are doing. The only thing I can find is the traditional environmentalist argument. It goes something like this. The Japanese are whaling “illegally”; we are trying to stop them. (Note that I’m not sure the activities are actually illegal. The environmentalists are basing their argument on an “agreement” that was signed in the ‘80s in which countries agreed to stop commercial whaling activities; the Japanese are whaling for “scientific” reasons and it just so happens that the whale meat doesn’t go to waste. It ends up getting sold and consumed. That said, I’m not sure it agreement is actually legally binding or enforceable. I suppose it’s kind of like the Kyoto Treaty – or any other international “law” – which can be followed or violated at will. Just look at the United States.)

Ok...but how does that make the environmentalist activities legal? Oh, right. It doesn’t. At best it makes these people vandals and at worst pirates. That’s what makes me torn in watching the show. I don’t want to encourage the activities, but it’s just so damn entertaining. Plus, I’m absolutely intrigued to see what the legal consequences are for the actions. It’s pure vigilante “justice” and I’m hoping they get caught.

In the end, I think the dork in me will continue to watch the show because I just want to try to figure this one out. I want to see what happens. And in the process, I want to continue to be entertained. You just can’t make this stuff up.

Friday, July 17, 2009

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Friday, June 5, 2009

Cloth Diapering Info

You've guessed it. Me and my "hippy-go-free-free" self has switched over to the dark side and started using cloth diapers on Kaylynn. I really wanted to use them from the beginning, but due to a lot of peer pressure and Brian not being too sure, I just went with regular disposables (well not regular, but the hippy-fied versions). They worked fine. I hated throwing them away (did you know that it is ILLEGAL to throw away human waste, but we throw away diapers all the time.)
I decided to make a switch because the diapers just weren't fitting Kaylynn right anymore. I tried a couple of different brands and it just wasn't working right. I asked around, some of Mike and Donna's friends had good advice, researched a ton, and decided to just do a trial set for $10 from www.jilliansdrawers.com I figured I could try anything for $10. I tried, I liked. Now I have bought a ton of the BumGenius 3.0 diapers, and they go on just like a disposable. The only difference is I throw them in a different pail and wash them every couple of days. There is even LESS stink in Kaylynn's room than there was with the regular diaper can. Plus, they are so cute!

I'm sure you are thinking, "that's fine and all, but you still have to mess with poop." My response is this, how many of you have had explosive poop diapers with disposables? We had them ALL the time. Literally once a day, if not more. Since then...not once. I actually deal with poop less now. And that is just fine by me!
If you are curious for more information, check out The Simple Mom website. They've been doing a Q&A thing on it all week and have good information, that is easy to understand.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Diaper Conundrum

Well, I'm stuck. Don't know what to do. We've loved using our NatureBabyCare diapers (made in Sweden...I do love Scandinavia!) since she was old enough to fit in them. The size 1's fit her perfectly! They were nice and wide. All of a sudden, when you buy size 2's, they get skinnier and taller. I can see why they get taller, but not skinnier. Isn't your little one supposed to get that cute baby fat as they get older?

Problem #1: Because they are skinnier, there isn't very much of that flap of diaper that the fasteners are attached to, so nothing covers her legs and the straps dig into her legs.

Problem #2: I don't know what kind of diapers to use instead. Seriously, we were really happy to find these diapers. They were affordable, they didn't have the gel absorbent junk that all the others have, they were made out of mostly biodegradable materials, and they were cute (no cartoon characters, just cute little leaves).

So, what I'm looking for is this:

1. A remotely eco-friendly diaper (yes, I know cloth would be better on the landfills, but until June 9th, that's not really an option for me, seeing as she's in daycare).
2. A diaper that does not have the gel in it.
3. A diaper that is made up of mostly biodegradable materials
4. A diaper I can actually buy in the United States (there are others, but they are European and I can't afford to pay $30 for 40 diapers)

And before you tell me, yes, I have heard of the new Huggies ones, but their wording annoys me. I don't think they are eco-friendly at all, their press release just sounds shady to me, but I'm not going there. At least it's a step in the right direction.

Help me!!!



(yes, I realize that I probably have umpteen jillion punctuation errors in this post, but I'm tired, I've had a productive day, and I'm beyond caring right now. A horrible LA teacher, indeed.)

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Kleen Kanteen for Babies

I'm pretty excited about these. I can't wait until Kaylynn is old enough to use a sippy or straw cup! No need to worry about BPA-Free plastics when you've got stainless!
Best part - water just plain tastes better from these containers than plastic ones. You can bet that the unopened plastic sippy cups that she already has will be going back to the store!
Actually, another best part is that you can use them as bottles, just by using the Avent nipples (I actually think my Born Free ones will work, as they are the same size as Avent ones).

Now, I begin my 18 month search for an organic frozen yogurt, because after she's 2 (and established a healthy eating regimine) that's the only "ice cream" that she's going to be getting...on occasion. Right now, I can only find Stoneyfields, but if you know of any, please let me know!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Catalog Overload

I'll admit it, I get giddy when I see my PotteryBarn magazine show up. Why? I have no idea. I rarely ever buy anything from it, as 9 times out of 10 I can't afford it and even when it's on sale, I don't need it.

Then I get a catalog of children's toys from a store that I've never heard of, much less bought something from. Have you ever been so annoyed because you gave your address to certain stores (babies r us, target) for registry purposes and then they gave your address out to the entire United States? Yes? Well, here's what you can do:

1. Grab your stack of unwanted catalogs.
2. Go to this website: www.catalogchoice.org
3. Create a log-in.
4. Type in the name of a catalog
5. Select your mailing preferences (i.e. none, 4 times a year, twice a year, once a year, etc)

And there you go. You have significantly cut down your mailbox magazine overload (or commonly known by me as MMO. Actually, I just made that up! hehe)

Just another one of my "hippie" ways to cut down on paper waste. All I usually do when I get magazines is rip off my address for shredding and toss the magazine in the recycle bin, so I am hoping this helps considerably.
FYI, I still want to get my PotteryBarn magazine. Yes, the evil empire, I know.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Sweet Boy, The Cat, and Halloween

A few Sundays ago, my sweet boy (who hasn't been so sweet recently, eating cat food.........) was sick. He usually follows us from room to room, because he can't stand to be alone. This Sunday, he just layed, had a dry nose, and was cold. So Brian covered him up. I'm guessing the Browns blanket helped, as he was back to his usual, pestering self on Monday.


Just look at how sad he looks...


Skip ahead a few weeks and Gus is ready for Halloween. He may be ready for it, but he is hardly amused by our choice of costume, as can be told by his "Guys, this really sucks" face.

He was a little happier to join a Mighty Red Devil Fan and the Wicked Witch of the West for a photo op.

And lastly, he's always happy with "lady". Apparently he can call Brian by his name, but I just get called "lady". Perhaps he knows he's got to be nice to "lady" because of what is hiding underneath the pumpkin.

After all was said and done, the Wicked Witch of the West decided it was best to turn back into Sweet Zoesephina Kate and lay on Kaylynn.

And I'm happy because we're still eating left over candy!!!!

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Milk Saga

Don't know if we updated you all on our milk saga...turns out, HEB sells "regular" milk that is hormone-free for $3.49 a gallon. This means we have a compromise on the milk buying. I get hormone-free and Brian doesn't have to pay $5.00 a gallon. All is well on Longstone Rd. :)

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Hormonal

I have come to the conclusion (and have nearly accepted) that there is a purpose behind everything my wife does and says these days at the grocery store. That purpose is to trick me. First it was the peanut butter. It was a simple "Do you want me to get you some peanut butter?" and we all know what happened (hippie goo!). This time it was another food staple that I absolutely love and can't do without. Yes, the hippie has gotten to my milk.

Again, it started with an innocent question: "Do we need more milk?". Notice that she phrased the question with a "we" instead of directly asking whether "I" wanted more milk. She was crafty enough to imply that I did in fact need more milk because we were almost out. I should have been more weary but I answered exactly how she hoped; Iresponded with an emphatic "Sure!". We then proceeded to the area where one can find the milk (some might call it the "milk aisle") where I grabbed the usual low fat (1%) milk (note that my wife has been changing me on a slow and steady basis: I grew up on 2% milk and now drink watered down 1% milk...keep this in mind). Right after I grabbed the $3.49 gallon of milk she said "Oh wait, we need to get hormone free milk". I sighed and said, "Ok". My eyes then ventured over to the organic hormone free gallons of milk and were drawn like magnets to the $4.99 price tag. Aha! They're at it again! Tell us how bad the hormones are and then charge us 30% more. 30% more! No wonder people can't buy groceries these days. The hippies are taking over the world.

Now I don't know much about the milk industry, but here is my theory. Normal non-hippie milk (that is, non-organic "hormonal" milk) costs $3.49 per gallon. Included in this price of milk is the cost of the non-organic materials (I assume feed and whatever other things they give to the cows) and the hormones. If the hippie milk doesn't include these items (i.e. no non-organic materials or hormones), shouldn't the price be lower? I mean, fewer inputs should yield lower costs. Stick the cows out in a field, let them eat some grass (which grows on its own) and milk them. Pretty simple really. My only conclusion is that the hippies are trying to take over the world by making all of us poor and bending our will to their hippie ways (they've already got my wife!). Rest assured that I will continue to fight the good fight.

On a side note, I just don't know what we are going to do when little Kaylynn gets here. We aren't going to be able to breastfeed because the milk will contain hormones (lots and lots of hormones...). I appears that we have a bit of a conundrum here.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Rebuttal

I have got to change my password, so my "lovely" husband doesn't hijack our (my) blog anymore.

I would like to say that Brian's previous post is an act of libel (a tortious act) and I'm thinking I should be compensated for the damages. I'm thinking he and Mike (since he had a nice little contribution) should complete a list of "honey do's" on Saturday Sept. 13th. I already have a nice little list of 5 things going that should keep them busy for a while, including hanging two ceiling fans and moving furniture from the baby's room. I think that would be adequate compensation (sorry Angelo, you might get drug into the action that day, but you can just be the foreman - tell them what to do while you sit comfortably on our couch!)

I may decide my compensation should be higher, since Brian did use a media outlet to relay false information. For one, I am not a hippie, just half hippie. :) Also, I do not buy Canadian products out of intent - this was pure accident. Next time, I'll make sure I buy the REALLY expensive organic peanut butter, thus ensuring that it was concocted in the good ole USofA.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

PB War: Round 2

Howdy folks,
It's late and I just got done getting nearly everything read that I need to for my classes tomorrow - ok, I have about 25% of the stuff read that I need to; that's just how it is in law school - and Hayley's in bed, so I figured this was the perfect opportunity to give everyone an update on the "Peanut Butter" War. I know, I know. You are all sick of it by now, but hey. When you wake up at 5, study until you go to school, sit in a classroom and listen to boring, rigid "teachers" who rule by fear (literally, they don't teach, they scare you into reading by threatening to embarrass the crud out of you in front of a hundred other people - for example, a teacher got a girl to cry on the second day of class...), go to work and frantically try to meet everyone's demands (since it is tax season - perfect timing), come home, walk the dog and then study until you sleep, the peanut butter war is all that's really left.
::deep breath:: With that in mind, I just wanted to let everyone know that Hayley and I decided to keep it simple tonight (since I worked later than I wanted to and hence had less than my usual 10 minutes to see my wife...) and make PBJ sandwiches. I opened my "crunchy" version of the goo (remember, it's not actually peanut butter - it has been termed "goo") and had to stir it to get some sort of consistency. My thinking was that absent any peanuts (if that's what they really are) in the goo, stirring would have been hopeless and wouldn't have done any good. Hayley proved my thinking correct by proceeding to stir her creamy goo for a good two minutes (which did not make me happy because I was hungry and felt that I needed to wait on her to be polite). At the end of that two minutes, she decided that it wasn't worth the effort and proceeded to POUR the goo onto her bread. Let me say that again: Hayley POURED the goo out of the jar labelled "peanut butter" onto her bread. Immediately following this act, she put BBQ chips (or crisps for our international friends) on her sandwich. The only real purpose that I can find for putting such items on her "sandwich" was to provide some sort of bonding agent between the goo and the jelly. I think this is more of a physics/engineering issue, so Mike (Frink), feel free to jump in with the logistics on how it actually works.
::here comes the big finale where I hammer the issue home:: To further my point that the hippies have completely ruined one of my last remaining fond memories of my childhood, Hayley took a paper towel and wiped the jar of goo from the bottom up. I have never in my life seen where someone had to wipe a jar of "peanut butter" after using the jar because it "dripped". (NOTE: I'm not saying I had a bad childhood - though I was the middle child. I'm just saying my brain is being cluttered with legal mumbo jumbo.)
I will leave you with some practical words of wisdom to live by: do NOT under any circumstances buy anything with the words "peanut butter", "organic" and "Canada" on the front of it. You are likely to be very disappointed. Learn from my mistakes (actually, it wasn't my mistake, it was my wife's intentional act...hmmm...intent...harm done to Brian...I have a feeling this is a tortious act for which there is some kind of legal remedy. Perhaps having to buy white bread or regular pasta would be adequate damages?)

Thursday, August 14, 2008

News Flash - Organic Peanut Butter Doesn't Kill Brian

That's right folks. You heard it here. Brian had a pbj tonight made with organic crunchy peanut butter and he's still around to tell about it. I didn't hear him complaining as he scarfed the entire thing down. I'm willing to bet he eats another one at some point in the course of the next week or so.
The defense rests.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Blog Hijacking

Hey von Frinkenhagen blog readers, this is Brian and I believe I have successfully hijacked "our" blog (Hayley's in the other room). I wanted to write a quick message about our most recent grocery store experience.

Hayley and I decided to hit the store to buy supplies for this week's lunch and dining sessions. While walking down the cereal/peanut butter aisle, Hayley asked me if I needed/wanted some peanut butter. I wasn't fully paying attention since I was once again enslaved to pushing the cart (since I'm not trusted to find and purchase the groceries) so I said "sure". Now, I don't know what peanut butter you guys all grew up on, but I'm an extra crunchy Jif kind of guy (and she knows this). It wasn't until I got home and started putting the groceries away (again, I'm not usually trusted to do this, but given that she was watering plants outside and I knew we had items that had to go in the refridgerator, I took it upon myself to be responsible and put them away) that I noticed that she did not buy me extra crunchy Jif peanut butter. You know what kind she got me? Some kind of no name "organic" peanut butter. My first thought was, "more organic stuff that we paid too much for that won't be any better for me than regular peanut butter". Then I thought, "wait Brian, perhaps you should be a little more open-minded and give it a try. Maybe you won't even be able to taste a difference". However, when I looked into the jar at the top (just below the lid), I saw a bunch of liquid (presumably peanut oil...fingers crossed). I then tilted the jar of "peanut butter" and saw the whole contents of the jar begin to shift. It was at this point that I realized that Hayley had bought me "hippie butter" and that my initial reaction to this "peanut butter" (from now on, I will not refer to this stuff as "peanut butter" as it is quite the misnomer. I will call it..."goo") was correct. Seriously, have you ever had runny peanut butter? I remember sticking a knife into the jar and being able to scoop out a big hunk of it without it falling off the knife. That cannot be done with this stuff, believe me. You may think that this is the end of the story, but you are wrong.

Hayley got done with the plant watering and came inside at which time I asked her about her selection and stated that she must have made a mistake. Let me just say that there was no mistake. I believe her words were "I am surprised I made it out of the store with that stuff". I told her that I would not be eating it and she told me I was wrong. She opened up her jar (she eats smooth - and in this case runnier - peanut butter) and proceeded to spend the next couple minutes mixing her goo. She took a taste and said that it tasted exactly like peanut butter and then pulled some out with her finger to give me a taste. While I was refusing to taste it, her goo was running down her finger. That's just not right folks.

Now, there is good news out of all of this. Hayley said the jars said that the goo was good for an entire year. That gives her plenty of time to eat both jars! Ok, she's back in the room so I must go. We'll continue this conversation later. Peace out!