Monday Listicles (on Tuesday) - 10 things I say too often to my children

Brought to you by - The Good Life.   My entry, better late than never.  These are things I say way too often along with some things I never wanted to say as a parent, but understand why I say it, now.






1. No running in the house!  Do you want to break your neck?

2. No jumping on the bed/couch/chair/furniture! This is not a gymnasium.  Do you want to break your neck?

3. Because I said so!

4. What do you think you're doing?

5. Who do you think you are?

6. Please rinse your dishes, I make the food, I serve the food, the least you could do is rinse your plate.

7. Please don't stuff wrappers (any garbage) between the couch cushions! Or, please don't leave your garbage laying around for me to clean up.

8. If you take something out, please put it back the way you found it.

9. Quit bickering/arguing/fighting/yelling/crying/being annoying! Or just plain CUT IT OUT/KNOCK IT OFF!

10. Whaaaaat?!

What a ride!

My first time traveling around to the Red Writing Hood bloggers was such an awesome experience.  I probably spent too many hours reading other people’s blogs today.  I think I want to manage that each week, but I know sometimes I won’t be able to.

It has been an inspiring kind of day.  I keep thinking about what I want to write next.  I keep thinking of things I have written & want to share them, maybe look at them with fresh eyes.  I’m not sure what it does to the rest of you, but this is what it did to me.

Before I finished reading, my kids were in full bicker.  One trying to get the controller away from the other because the other was doing something in the first one’s level.

“Hey, that’s MY game!  You can’t do that!”

“It’s mine, too, yes I CAN!”

Andy accidentally knocks her on the head with the nun chuck, she grabs the cord & tugs & I had it.  I yelled at both of them "Give me that!" (we all do it, I do it probably way too much, but damn it I was busy reading!!) and turned off the Wii, grounded them from playtime for the rest of the day.  Dew did his usual howl of demise (it really does sound like he’s dying) and Fluffy Fart just got mad.  Only a few moments later, they are both asking again to play.  Mere seconds later!

Luckily, I had just read from the last tab in my open browser & commented.  I was done, for now.

Dear So & So

Dear lady at the Tupperware party,

Hi! How are ya? Good I hope? Enjoying your new Tupperware, are you? You know those cute RED measuring cups & spoons. Yeah, the RED ones. You came over to me and paid me cash for the set? Yeah, those. The ones from my cash & carry, the RED ones you waved in my face, as I was seated & you were standing, right at my eye level.

Wordful Wednesday

I don't think I could ever participate in Wordless Wednesday because I talk too much.

Last Saturday, I took my 2 youngest to see a soapbox derby. I didn't even know we had one around here til last year. I went with my good friend Jill & her youngest son participated. Both of her sons have been doing it for years, but her oldest has (kind of) grown out of it. Next year, my kids will be a part of it all.

Here they are after watching most of it :



I have to throw this one in - Andewd was watching my friend's son race & rooting him on - the end result was a win & an awesome reaction from the Dewd.


We had a good time, but they were both really bummed that they weren't doing it.

I'm adding a few more pics....didn't know if I should or not, but there is more to see - just a few of the racers in their cars.

This style car is for the early years kids. I think 7-10 year olds. The first year drivers are only allowed name & sponsor stencils, otherwise the cars are just white.


These cars are for the age group 11-13 (I think, maybe even to 14).



These are the older kids cars. They almost lie down in them & we can barely see their eyes. Looks so awesome!

Join Seven Clown Circus for Wordful Wednesday!

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Small steps

So I thought I'd begin my changes by writing down what I wanted to accomplish each day. I haven't done that yet. I did have a conversation with Kyle and I had a couple of arguments with the hub. I went to the lake house Saturday to visit the inlaws, I went to my friend's house Sunday for a barbecue. We had a little blow out between the hub & the kid (oh so very ugly!) and we're still trying to tame Andewd. And, yes, he needs taming like a wild animal.

Writing down, blogging, same difference (my dad's favorite oxymoron).

For tomorrow I will:

Finish the laundry (my nemesis)
Call a client/hostess
Start my blog redesign
Ship the bracelet

Not a big to do list, but it's a beginning. These things are things I would normally put off until "I feel like it". I will post at the end of the day, to remind myself what I accomplished & what I did not. I have evening plans, but that's neither here nor there. I can do what's on this list. Putting this out there for myself makes me promise myself that I will get it done.

I was just perusing my blog looking for posts about my enemy (laundry) & I realized I haven't ever really posted about how much I hate it. But, boy do I!! It's not that I mind washing & drying, that's the easy part. It's the folding & putting away. Yeah! My little ones are getting older, so they can cart their clothes up the stairs & to their drawers. Bad thing about that is, I like to finish my laundry at night, when they're in bed. At any rate - laundry sucks because it just NEVER ends! You can say the same thing about the dishes, but for some reason, I don't mind the dishes.

It was hot today. The kids got to play in the sprinkler (make shift sprinkler, cause ours broke last summer) for about 5 minutes. Really. Before I came inside to start dinner, I told them both not to pick up the hose, cause if either one of them did, some trouble would be started. Less than 5 minutes later, the Princess screamed, then started crying. She called into the house "Andy sprayed me in the face!" She is not in love with water in her face. She still has to have the wash cloth over her eyes (and ears) to wash her hair. So, I went out, turned off the water & sent them both in the house. Fluffy Fart didn't mind. She was pissed about the dripping face. The Dewd, however, was squealing and stomping all the way in the house, up the stairs, down the hall & into the bedroom. I don't know that he will ever be ungrounded. It's hard to reward his good behavior when it's fleeting. Then he gets his reward & a short time later, he's losing that very reward. I went into the bedroom & asked him what I said right before I came inside. He said "not to pick up the hose". I asked him why, he said "because it would be trouble". I asked him if there was trouble, he said "yes". I asked him what kind of trouble, he said "I sprayed Maia in the face". So, yeah...5 minutes.

Bleh...

A bit of comedy in the mire..the "F" word.

And a few other things I neglected to mention. Kyle had his first baseball game last Saturday & his team won. The summer league baseball they have here has the upper middle schoolers (7th & 8th) on teams with high school boys. It's quite cool, but more like a scrimmage type league - they play each other (3 teams for our town) & one other team. Kyle is playing with the big boys now!

For now, my comp has calmed down, but still isn't right. I don't want to shut down, yet, as there are things I want to get done before I do that. I want to figure out how to network our 2 computers on our router (haven't done that & had the router for a long time) just so I can transfer or copy files to the other comp. I hope that's what networking can do. As far as that is concerned, I am clueless. The only files I am truly concerned about are my pictures. I would lose soooooo much memories & history if I crashed for good. At the very least, I am getting an external HD tomorrow.

Comic relief? Well, I was down in Dock man's hole watching baseball with him & Dew came down. I can't remember what prompted this reaction (Dock man musta said something Dew found amusingly sarcastic - we're all sarcastic), but this is what happened:

Dew: If you do that, I'll call you the "F" word. (this is where cussing gets me & Dock in a bit of a pickle, and Dock's worse!!)

Dock: Huh? What "F" word? I don't know any "F" word.

Dew: The "F" word, you know - the real "F" word.

Dock: What word are you talking about? (I am begininng to grin deeply, have to turn away)

Dew: It's the bad word that starts with an "F".

Dock: Huh? Really, what word are you talking about? Tell me what it is.

Dew: (with great enthusiasm & laughter teeming in his voice) I can't say THAT! It's the "F" word! It starts Ffffff - uuuuuu (he's sounding the letters out s-l-o-w-l-y).

Dock: What is the word? Ffff - uuuu (sounding it out, too), never heard it.

(I want to stop Dock because I know this is so wrong, but I don't because I'm nearly giggling. I couldn't speak at the time)

Dew: I can't SAY IT! I'll get in trouble! It says Fff - uuuu, you know.

Dock: But I don't know, you have to tell me! Ff - uu...fun?

Dew: Nooooo! That's not it - it's a BAD word. A word I'm not supposed to say. Ffff - uuuuu.

Dock: If it's not fun, what is it?

Dew: I will get in sooo much trouble!

Dock: No, you won't get in trouble.

(as Dew talks about trouble, he looks directly at me. I have to concede & try not to smile)

Me: No, you won't this time! But since dad wants to know what word you want to call him, I will let it go. Just don't. say it. again.

Dew: It's F - u - c - k (he spelled it this time).

Dock: What? I still don't know that word. (he really wants him to say it)

Dew: Agggh! (he's happily exasperated and smiling sheepishly, I'm sure because he can't believe we are going to let him say it) F - u - c - k (spelling again).

Dock: Just say it, cause I don't have any idea what word you are talking about!

Dew: It sounds like Ffff-uuu-ccckkk (ever so s-l-o-w-l-y!!)

Dock: Ffff-uuu-ccckkk? Huh? (same slowness here)

Dew: (a bit of a boy squawky voice) Yeah!!

Then, he says it so quiet & in a pig like squeal. About 5 times.

Dock: That word? You want to call me that word? If you call me that, you better say it like a man & not in that squealy voice.

Dew said it a few more times, the same voice & couldn't stop laughing! Both Dock man & I were cracking up pretty good, too. Afterwards, of course we told him he wasn't allowed to say it until he was older. What's really odd about this - the only thing I've ever done is explain to them all that cussing is for grown ups - just like beer, cigarettes (I also tell them cigs suck & I hope they never start & the "whys" of this) & driving. It's always been enough to keep them from saying the words I use everyday. He feared saying it like it was uber taboo. Good! That's all I can say - he won't say it around us (unless Dock man urges him too, again! I don't think so, though). That it's good he fears the bad words.

I am awful, I know. Many of us have done this, so I know I'm not alone. Good laughter after a shitty day, even if it's laughter in an uncouth manner.