Vanna has spent a LOT of time at Gramma's this summer since Daddy has gotten a job and I am of course working full time.
She was home for two nights last week. The first night I was getting her plate ready for dinner when she looked at Bubba and for some unknown reason told him, "You're a jerk!".
Me: "Everyone in this house needs to start being nicer to each other and talking much nicer"
Dad: "Why did you say that? What did Bubba do?"
Vanna: (wails) "You all HATE ME!" and ran into her room.
We all just stood there looking at each other. Yup, that's my little drama queen! She went back to Gramma's the next day.
Not long ago we decided to take a trip to New Jersey to go to Six Flags Great Adventure, they have a safari there which I really wanted to see since I could care less about roller coasters and any other amusement park ride for that matter. So, a few days before we left I booked a very nice hotel room at a place with an indoor pool on one of those hotel sights that gives you cheaper rates. The day arrived an off we went.
We arrived at the hotel after about 6.5 hours of HOT, MUGGY driving. Daddy and I went into the hotel to check in and told the kids to wait in the car. I handed the guy my credit card and ID. He ran the card and said, "I'm sorry, your credit card has been declined. Do you have another form of payment?"
I started to panic because of course I didn't. Dad looks at me and says, "You said you have the money in the account with a little extra."
Me: "I do!"
I check my account on my phone and the money is there. I ask the guy if he will take cash. "I'm sorry Ma'am our system isn't made to accept cash payments".
Dad: "Can I see a copy of the bill?"
The guy prints it out and thankfully Dad is observant enough to notice he is trying to charge us almost $100 more then we had agreed to pay on the website. He, thankfully, had brought along our confirmation form so everything got fixed and we checked into our room.
The next morning, I woke up early in the hotel and found Bubba cuddling up against Dad, hehe. I went down to get a cup of coffee. There didn't seem to be any readily available. Now, you must understand that when I stay at a hotel it comes with free coffee in the reception area and a continental breakfast...I couldn't seem to find that in this hotel.
So I went into the restaurant and a hostess met me at the door. "I would just like coffee, please", I said. She pointed to the coffee and went off to a table. I walked past the buffet and got my coffee and left.
Bubba found me enjoying my coffee a little while later and I told him to go into the restaurant and get himself a cup. He came back in a few minutes and looked at me funny.
Me: "What?"
Bubba: "You didn't tell me it cost anything"
Me: "Umm, it does?"
Bubba: "Mom? Did you seriously just steal a cup of coffee?"
Me: "Not on purpose!"
I gave him some money and told him to go pay for a cup of coffee for himself and to pay for mine. He decided he didn't want coffee, so back I went to the restaurant VERY embarrassed and apologetic and paid for my cup of coffee, which she then let me refill....AT NO CHARGE! *smh*
Apparently, the buffet also cost money...no free breakfast at this hotel. I complained to Dad who said, "You just said to find a hotel with a pool!" He had a point.
We enjoyed the park, though none of the animals were very close and at one point on the safari they stopped and I went into use the rest room. I'm not sure WHAT I stepped on but I noticed a bloody mess with organs in it under my foot and I tracked it around the bathroom and outside. You'd think something that made that much of a mess would have made a noise, or I would of felt it...but nope.
I spent the day following Dad and the kids around while they went on rides. Vanna couldn't go on a lot of them because she was "too short". THIS is why we stick to the Six Flags that is close to the house, cuz she can go on all the rides!
During the driving portion of the trip the route we took had many farms. As most families do (or so I'd like to believe) every time we passed a farm and smelled cow poop someone would yell, "Ewww, WHO FARTED!"
About the third time this happened mid someone's yell, Dad states, "I like the smell of cow manure". The car went silent. Dad looked around and realized we were all looking at him like he had three heads.
Dad: "What?"
In stereo, the three of us said, "EWWWW! You're SO WEIRD!!!" hehe
Monday, July 20, 2015
Thursday, June 4, 2015
When You Aren't Allowed to "Just Quit" (**Reality alert**)
It's been awhile since I posted. I created this blog to share those funny crazy kid things that go on, but sometimes there is just no funny crazy kid thing happening.
It's been frustrating. I have a child that can go from "I love you, you're the best Mommy in the world" to "I am going to cut off your head" in a matter of seconds. A child that is consistently defiant, who yells, screams, swears, cries, whines, lies, steals, is violent, and pee's/poops on the floor simply because she isn't getting her own way. No punishment/discipline works. She doesn't care if she gets in trouble. She knows, "If I lie, I have to write 10 times, 'I will not lie'" but she doesn't connect that she is having to write that BECAUSE she lied! I get daily phone calls from the school, she is removed from the classroom on a daily basis because of her behavior, at times they have had to evacuate the classroom because she is so unsafe and the other children are at risk. I frequently have to leave work to go and pick her up because her behaviors are such that she can't stay at school, or can't safely ride the bus home. She eats with her fingers, she picks at all her scabs and causes herself to bleed on a daily basis, she refuses to wipe her bottom on the occasion when she DOES use the toilet, she refuses to wash her hands. She can't be alone for a second. She destroys her own things and everyone else's things for absolutely no clear reason other then, "I felt like it". She teases the dogs and then hits them if they nip at her.
If this was any other job, I could just quit. I could say, "I've had enough, I'm done, I'm not doing this anymore". But as a parent...you aren't allowed to "just quit". I will be this child's parent for the rest of my life. Yet, I'm frustrated and exhausted because I only see it getting worse and I don't know how to fix it. I don't know how to help her. I don't understand why she is so angry.
I'm doing everything I know to do, medication, counseling, doctors, more counseling, positive reinforcement for good behaviors...with Savanna...it doesn't work. I could quit my job and spend 24 hours cuddling with her, reading to her, playing with her...and it wouldn't be enough.
She was a Ladybug in a school play the other night. I couldn't even enjoy it because I was so concerned about her behavior. She had numerous teachers, counselors, and the Principal standing next to her and as soon as she said her line, they ushered her off the stage and had us take her home.
SHE can't be happy living like this. The rest of us certainly aren't. I just want to quit. I want to be able to say, "I can't do this anymore". But I can't quit. She will always be my child, and I love her to pieces, but I really don't like her at all. I don't want to be around her, I don't want to spend time with her, I don't want people to know she's my kid...and that is WRONG. I KNOW it's wrong, and I HATE that I feel that way. I know this makes me a terrible parent...a terrible person.
I'm always angry and frustrated with her and I don't want to feel this way. I don't WANT to have every cabinet and the fridge and closets under lock and key, but I have no choice! But I want the choice...I really just want to quit. I'm tired, I'm frustrated, I'm drained...and I don't want to "play" this anymore.
It's been frustrating. I have a child that can go from "I love you, you're the best Mommy in the world" to "I am going to cut off your head" in a matter of seconds. A child that is consistently defiant, who yells, screams, swears, cries, whines, lies, steals, is violent, and pee's/poops on the floor simply because she isn't getting her own way. No punishment/discipline works. She doesn't care if she gets in trouble. She knows, "If I lie, I have to write 10 times, 'I will not lie'" but she doesn't connect that she is having to write that BECAUSE she lied! I get daily phone calls from the school, she is removed from the classroom on a daily basis because of her behavior, at times they have had to evacuate the classroom because she is so unsafe and the other children are at risk. I frequently have to leave work to go and pick her up because her behaviors are such that she can't stay at school, or can't safely ride the bus home. She eats with her fingers, she picks at all her scabs and causes herself to bleed on a daily basis, she refuses to wipe her bottom on the occasion when she DOES use the toilet, she refuses to wash her hands. She can't be alone for a second. She destroys her own things and everyone else's things for absolutely no clear reason other then, "I felt like it". She teases the dogs and then hits them if they nip at her.
If this was any other job, I could just quit. I could say, "I've had enough, I'm done, I'm not doing this anymore". But as a parent...you aren't allowed to "just quit". I will be this child's parent for the rest of my life. Yet, I'm frustrated and exhausted because I only see it getting worse and I don't know how to fix it. I don't know how to help her. I don't understand why she is so angry.
I'm doing everything I know to do, medication, counseling, doctors, more counseling, positive reinforcement for good behaviors...with Savanna...it doesn't work. I could quit my job and spend 24 hours cuddling with her, reading to her, playing with her...and it wouldn't be enough.
She was a Ladybug in a school play the other night. I couldn't even enjoy it because I was so concerned about her behavior. She had numerous teachers, counselors, and the Principal standing next to her and as soon as she said her line, they ushered her off the stage and had us take her home.
SHE can't be happy living like this. The rest of us certainly aren't. I just want to quit. I want to be able to say, "I can't do this anymore". But I can't quit. She will always be my child, and I love her to pieces, but I really don't like her at all. I don't want to be around her, I don't want to spend time with her, I don't want people to know she's my kid...and that is WRONG. I KNOW it's wrong, and I HATE that I feel that way. I know this makes me a terrible parent...a terrible person.
I'm always angry and frustrated with her and I don't want to feel this way. I don't WANT to have every cabinet and the fridge and closets under lock and key, but I have no choice! But I want the choice...I really just want to quit. I'm tired, I'm frustrated, I'm drained...and I don't want to "play" this anymore.
Monday, December 29, 2014
Teens, First Loves and Talking Dogs
So it's official. Bubba has his first broken heart. She is a young girl who lives out of state who he has never met face-to-face, but never the less he has developed a strong emotional attachment to her. Unfortunately, her father found some of their "adult" conversations and put a stop to the relationship. At 15, it's tough having a broken heart. I went into his room the other night to comfort him, using the usual Mom advise....
"Bubba, I know it's hard, and you had strong feelings for her, but time really DOES heal all wounds. The longer you don't talk to her and don't look at her pictures the easier it will get"
Bubba: "NO, she was THE ONE Mom, I just KNOW it!"
Me: "Oh, Bubba...at your age, your sisters were always sure that the person they were dating was "THE ONE" too, but I assure you, the older you get the and the more relationships you are in the more you will understand what love is."
Bubba: "But you don't understand Mom, I LOVE HER! You don't know what it's like to be in love!!"
Me, giving him "that huh? look"....thinks...OK, I have FOUR children but of course, I have NO CLUE what it's like to "be in love".
Me: "I realize you think that now, but some day you will look back and realize that I just might know what I'm talking about! I've been in love. I lost my first love when I was 17, and believe me, it HURT! I still wonder about him sometimes, still dream about him often...I get it!!
Bubba: "It's NOT the same, you will never understand"
Me: "Your sisters said that too"
Bubba: "I'm not my sisters"
Me: "Clearly!"
Five minutes later, Bubba comes into my room.
Bubba: "Do you still love him?"
Me: "Who?"
Bubba: "Your first love, from when you were 17?"
Me: "Bubba, love is not a light switch that you can turn on and off. Yes, I do still love him, very much. You don't just stop loving someone because you aren't with them."
Bubba: "I'M TELLING DAD!"
Sigh, I wish I was a rabbit. I could avoid dealing with broken hearted tattling teenagers if I was a rabbit...because I would have eaten him before he became a teenager.
In the meantime, Banana is dealing with her own little drama. She is upset with me because the dogs talk to me and not to her.
Banana sits on the couch next to Java and says, "Wanna play?" Then looks at me and asks, "What did she say?"
Me: "She didn't say anything"
Banana: "Yes, she did"
Me: "No she didn't"
Banana: "Yes she did"
Me: "No she didn't"
Banana: "Yes she did"
Me: "Ok, what did she say?"
Banana: "I don't know, she doesn't talk to me, what DID she say?"
Me: "Ok she said she doesn't want to play right now she wants to sleep"
Banana: "That's NOT her voice! You have to do it the right voice!"
Sigh....yeah, I really do wish I was a rabbit.
"Bubba, I know it's hard, and you had strong feelings for her, but time really DOES heal all wounds. The longer you don't talk to her and don't look at her pictures the easier it will get"
Bubba: "NO, she was THE ONE Mom, I just KNOW it!"
Me: "Oh, Bubba...at your age, your sisters were always sure that the person they were dating was "THE ONE" too, but I assure you, the older you get the and the more relationships you are in the more you will understand what love is."
Bubba: "But you don't understand Mom, I LOVE HER! You don't know what it's like to be in love!!"
Me, giving him "that huh? look"....thinks...OK, I have FOUR children but of course, I have NO CLUE what it's like to "be in love".
Me: "I realize you think that now, but some day you will look back and realize that I just might know what I'm talking about! I've been in love. I lost my first love when I was 17, and believe me, it HURT! I still wonder about him sometimes, still dream about him often...I get it!!
Bubba: "It's NOT the same, you will never understand"
Me: "Your sisters said that too"
Bubba: "I'm not my sisters"
Me: "Clearly!"
Five minutes later, Bubba comes into my room.
Bubba: "Do you still love him?"
Me: "Who?"
Bubba: "Your first love, from when you were 17?"
Me: "Bubba, love is not a light switch that you can turn on and off. Yes, I do still love him, very much. You don't just stop loving someone because you aren't with them."
Bubba: "I'M TELLING DAD!"
Sigh, I wish I was a rabbit. I could avoid dealing with broken hearted tattling teenagers if I was a rabbit...because I would have eaten him before he became a teenager.
In the meantime, Banana is dealing with her own little drama. She is upset with me because the dogs talk to me and not to her.
Banana sits on the couch next to Java and says, "Wanna play?" Then looks at me and asks, "What did she say?"
Me: "She didn't say anything"
Banana: "Yes, she did"
Me: "No she didn't"
Banana: "Yes she did"
Me: "No she didn't"
Banana: "Yes she did"
Me: "Ok, what did she say?"
Banana: "I don't know, she doesn't talk to me, what DID she say?"
Me: "Ok she said she doesn't want to play right now she wants to sleep"
Banana: "That's NOT her voice! You have to do it the right voice!"
Sigh....yeah, I really do wish I was a rabbit.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
I'm an Addict
Has it really been almost two months since I last wrote a blog?? Where did the time go?? Well, I titled the Blog "My Crazy Life" for a reason...and the past few months have been crazy! I can't even remember any of the super funny stuff that has happened because of all the super crazy stuff! Martin says I have "old timers disease"...I think it's just stress.
So in the past month, things have changed at work. I have a new boss....sort of. I'm about to get a new really LONG title which basically means Program Coordinator....but isn't call that. Lizard and her family have moved to Germany. Cat has had some health problems...and several traffic tickets that I have been trying to help her with. Thank goodness she has a supportive boyfriend.
Bubba broke his pinky finger in Phys Ed. I told him THAT is why I don't exercise because it is "dangerous". He said, "Yeah, right Mom...." It's not MY fault I like to eat and don't appear to have a shut off valve. Banana is doing great in school and is a monster at home....I suppose I can't expect her to behave ALL the time....though, once in awhile would be NICE. Martin started his own painting business and has been busy with that.
However, over the past couple months I have come to the realization that I am an addict. Specifically to food. Somehow, no one else was surprised by this, yet no one ever informed me. I'm also addicted to coffee, chocolate (which counts as food I suppose) and cigarettes. Freud would call this an oral fixation. I don't like Freud.
The problem with being addicted to food (and lazy) is that it's slowly killing me. I have high cholesterol, I'm pre-diabetic, my blood pressure is starting to do funny stuff, and my body has constant aches and pains from the extra weight it carries around. Not to mention what it's doing to my teeth (which are probably all about to fall out of my head). The other problem is that I have absolutely no motivation to fix this. I'd rather eat a whoopie pie or candy...or ice cream....or popcorn...(I could go on and on), then eat healthy food and exercise.
On top of loving food (though, oddly I hate to cook!). I'm also an emotional eater. Happy, sad, angry...well maybe not angry...tired....I eat (and drink coffee). At work it's usually junk food because I (and occasionally others) am always bringing in treats (donuts, whoopie pies, cookies, etc.). This time of year, community members start bringing treats as well. If there are sweets in the building, I can't seem to say no....I have no ambition to say no. I WANT SWEETS!!!
I told Martin the other day that I have decided to be in denial...I'm not fat...I have a benign tumor in my stomach. He said, "I do too!"...
I hate the way I look. I hate that little kids ask me if my "baby is a boy or girl?"...I'm not having a baby....it's a tumor....ok, it's not...I'm just fat....majorly obese type fat. Because I'm addicted to food.
UGH!!!
So in the past month, things have changed at work. I have a new boss....sort of. I'm about to get a new really LONG title which basically means Program Coordinator....but isn't call that. Lizard and her family have moved to Germany. Cat has had some health problems...and several traffic tickets that I have been trying to help her with. Thank goodness she has a supportive boyfriend.
Bubba broke his pinky finger in Phys Ed. I told him THAT is why I don't exercise because it is "dangerous". He said, "Yeah, right Mom...." It's not MY fault I like to eat and don't appear to have a shut off valve. Banana is doing great in school and is a monster at home....I suppose I can't expect her to behave ALL the time....though, once in awhile would be NICE. Martin started his own painting business and has been busy with that.
However, over the past couple months I have come to the realization that I am an addict. Specifically to food. Somehow, no one else was surprised by this, yet no one ever informed me. I'm also addicted to coffee, chocolate (which counts as food I suppose) and cigarettes. Freud would call this an oral fixation. I don't like Freud.
The problem with being addicted to food (and lazy) is that it's slowly killing me. I have high cholesterol, I'm pre-diabetic, my blood pressure is starting to do funny stuff, and my body has constant aches and pains from the extra weight it carries around. Not to mention what it's doing to my teeth (which are probably all about to fall out of my head). The other problem is that I have absolutely no motivation to fix this. I'd rather eat a whoopie pie or candy...or ice cream....or popcorn...(I could go on and on), then eat healthy food and exercise.
On top of loving food (though, oddly I hate to cook!). I'm also an emotional eater. Happy, sad, angry...well maybe not angry...tired....I eat (and drink coffee). At work it's usually junk food because I (and occasionally others) am always bringing in treats (donuts, whoopie pies, cookies, etc.). This time of year, community members start bringing treats as well. If there are sweets in the building, I can't seem to say no....I have no ambition to say no. I WANT SWEETS!!!
I told Martin the other day that I have decided to be in denial...I'm not fat...I have a benign tumor in my stomach. He said, "I do too!"...
I hate the way I look. I hate that little kids ask me if my "baby is a boy or girl?"...I'm not having a baby....it's a tumor....ok, it's not...I'm just fat....majorly obese type fat. Because I'm addicted to food.
UGH!!!
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Questionable Brain Function
Some days I sit here listening to what is going on around me and have to question the function of the brain of certain people in this house. Now if it's under 18 people, I can't blame them entirely. I must blame their father, (clearly it isn't MY fault!).
Bubba was brushing his teeth tonight and spit into the bathroom sink several times. Afterwards, Dad walks into the bathroom and yells, "Bubba, come rinse out the sink!"
Bubba: "I can't"
Dad: "What do you mean you can't?"
Bubba:" The water isn't working right"
Dad: "What do you MEAN that water isn't working right?"
Bubba: "It isn't spraying everywhere like it's supposed to!"
Dad: "It got fixed a two weeks ago, it wasn't SUPPOSED to be spraying everywhere"
Bubba: "Oh, well, then I can't clean out the sink", as he walks in and cleans out the sink.
Sitting here listening, I'm thinking...hmmm.....I'm SURE we have Clorox Wipes around here...but let the boys figure that one out (sorry MEN).
I pointed out to Bubba that if he AIMS his spit better it will go right down the hole and he won't have to clean the sink. I'm not sure Dad was impressed with that idea....
Putting Banana to bed tonight, Daddy reminded her to use a Pull Up.
Banana: "Why? I don't wike pull ups!"
Daddy: "Because I do your laundry and I don't wanna clean pee and poop out of your underpants!
Banana: "I won't. I PROMISE!"
Daddy: "You're right, you won't because you will have a Pull Up on!!!"
Banana: "But I ALREADY pee'd in my underpants today!!"
Daddy and I just kind of looked at each other. Banana put on her Pull Up and put her underpants in the wash.
Thank Goodness for Daddy's and their patience....after a crazy busy day at work...I was NOT so patient. (I bet Daddy wished he was a rabbit today!!!)
I suppose, if I look SUPER close I could find a few MINOR brain function deficiencies of my own. But I'm sure there are not many! For instance....
Yesterday at work everyone BUT me was cold. I was pretty sure I was gonna have to run naked around the office just to be semi-comfortable. HOWEVER, I was nice and turned up the thermostat. Listening closely I noticed the furnace didn't kick on. Well, ok, it's been sitting awhile...probably just needs flushed....but I decided to text our electrician JUST IN CASE.
The electrician text me back telling me to call the oil dude. OK...I call the oil dude who promises to come "today" to look at it.
Oil dude DID show up....fifteen minutes prior to closing time. He went down to the basement and yelled up the stairs to turn the thermostat ALL the way up.
"OK" I think, and turn up the thermostat. Then I stand there awaiting my next direction. As I stand there, I happen to stare (don't ask me why) at said thermostat...after a few seconds of staring it occurs to me...I turned the thermostat UP but I never turned it ON. So, I did what comes natural...and turned on the switch. The furnace comes right on!
I yelled down the stairs..."I FIXED IT!!" The oil dude comes up and asks what I did...I of course replied, "I turned it on". However, he was then convinced that something HAD to be wrong (because clearly it couldn't have been that simple, he wouldn't get paid for it if it was) and spent the next hour flushing the system. I'm pretty sure the system was just fine.
I DID however text the electrician back and told him his first question to me SHOULD have been, "Did you turn it on?" At which time I would have realized the problem..THEREFORE...clearly it's the electricians brain malfunction and NOT mine!
Bubba was brushing his teeth tonight and spit into the bathroom sink several times. Afterwards, Dad walks into the bathroom and yells, "Bubba, come rinse out the sink!"
Bubba: "I can't"
Dad: "What do you mean you can't?"
Bubba:" The water isn't working right"
Dad: "What do you MEAN that water isn't working right?"
Bubba: "It isn't spraying everywhere like it's supposed to!"
Dad: "It got fixed a two weeks ago, it wasn't SUPPOSED to be spraying everywhere"
Bubba: "Oh, well, then I can't clean out the sink", as he walks in and cleans out the sink.
Sitting here listening, I'm thinking...hmmm.....I'm SURE we have Clorox Wipes around here...but let the boys figure that one out (sorry MEN).
I pointed out to Bubba that if he AIMS his spit better it will go right down the hole and he won't have to clean the sink. I'm not sure Dad was impressed with that idea....
Putting Banana to bed tonight, Daddy reminded her to use a Pull Up.
Banana: "Why? I don't wike pull ups!"
Daddy: "Because I do your laundry and I don't wanna clean pee and poop out of your underpants!
Banana: "I won't. I PROMISE!"
Daddy: "You're right, you won't because you will have a Pull Up on!!!"
Banana: "But I ALREADY pee'd in my underpants today!!"
Daddy and I just kind of looked at each other. Banana put on her Pull Up and put her underpants in the wash.
Thank Goodness for Daddy's and their patience....after a crazy busy day at work...I was NOT so patient. (I bet Daddy wished he was a rabbit today!!!)
I suppose, if I look SUPER close I could find a few MINOR brain function deficiencies of my own. But I'm sure there are not many! For instance....
Yesterday at work everyone BUT me was cold. I was pretty sure I was gonna have to run naked around the office just to be semi-comfortable. HOWEVER, I was nice and turned up the thermostat. Listening closely I noticed the furnace didn't kick on. Well, ok, it's been sitting awhile...probably just needs flushed....but I decided to text our electrician JUST IN CASE.
The electrician text me back telling me to call the oil dude. OK...I call the oil dude who promises to come "today" to look at it.
Oil dude DID show up....fifteen minutes prior to closing time. He went down to the basement and yelled up the stairs to turn the thermostat ALL the way up.
"OK" I think, and turn up the thermostat. Then I stand there awaiting my next direction. As I stand there, I happen to stare (don't ask me why) at said thermostat...after a few seconds of staring it occurs to me...I turned the thermostat UP but I never turned it ON. So, I did what comes natural...and turned on the switch. The furnace comes right on!
I yelled down the stairs..."I FIXED IT!!" The oil dude comes up and asks what I did...I of course replied, "I turned it on". However, he was then convinced that something HAD to be wrong (because clearly it couldn't have been that simple, he wouldn't get paid for it if it was) and spent the next hour flushing the system. I'm pretty sure the system was just fine.
I DID however text the electrician back and told him his first question to me SHOULD have been, "Did you turn it on?" At which time I would have realized the problem..THEREFORE...clearly it's the electricians brain malfunction and NOT mine!
Thursday, September 11, 2014
A bit of a rant
So this situation with the Baltimore Ravens in which they have fired Raymond Rice has been all over the news lately. I must take a few minutes to rant about it.
FIRST....Raymond Rice should have been fired immediately not merely suspended for a few games. The ONLY reason the Ravens finally fired Rice is NOT because he abused his then fiancé (now wife), but because there is a video of that abuse and that video has gone public. The Ravens name has been sullied by one of their own....THAT is the reason Rice is gone.
THIS IS WRONG!!! This would be the PERFECT opportunity for the Ravens to take a stand AGAINST DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!!! A perfect chance for pro sports teams EVERYWHERE to say, WE WILL NOT PUT UP WITH THIS BEHAVIOR FROM OUR PLAYERS!!! A perfect chance for pro sports teams EVERYWHERE to say, OUR FEMALE FANS ARE EXTREMELY IMPORTANT TO US AND WE CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO THEM!!!!
SECOND....the press is asking the WRONG question! The question is NOT...WHY DOESN'T SHE LEAVE? The question is, WHY DOES HE ABUSE??? I put it simply to someone today.
Me: "Do you have a pet?"
O: "Yes"
Me: "Do you love your pet?"
O: "Yes, my cat is part of my family!! I can't imagine my life without him in it!"
Me: "Has your pet every hurt you?"
O: (shows me a scratch):"Just this morning he scratched me and made me bleed".
Me: "And how did you respond?"
O: "I put him down, went and washed off my arm and put a bandaid on then started petting him again".
Me: "What?? You didn't just leave??"
O:(laughing) "Of course not...I love him."
Me: "You didn't kick him out?"
O: "No, he doesn't scratch me all the time, just sometimes when he is irritated with me, but it's never that bad"
Me...just waiting for the lightbulb to pop on.
It's always fun watching the light bulb come on!
I haven't posted any family stuff recently because my kids have not been particularly funny. However, I will say that this morning Reno got into trouble for peeing in Banana's room. Now, while Reno INSISTED he did NOT do it, I was sure he had so he was sent outside, IN the rain for a bit. He came back in and since no one else was home decided that he was on Doggy House Arrest and pouted until he fell asleep (I know this because he told me...and I saw it on the camera).
When I got home from work today, Banana finally admitted to me that it was SHE who had peed on her floor and not Reno. I made her mop it up because her room was stinky, and I apologized profusely to Reno. I'm pretty sure he had NO idea what was going on, but he loved the attention anyway.
In the meantime, I have been researching (if asking on FB can be called research) how to brush Banana's hair in the morning without being screamed at, hit, spit on, kicked, etc. The other morning, MISS STUBBORN PANTS was refusing to do ANYTHING I requested. So, standing with the hair brush in my hand, I finally said, "DON'T ANGER THE WOMAN WITH THE HAIR BRUSH!!!" I'm pretty sure that during the brushing she was second guessing her behavior. But her hair looked good and she had a good day at school.
I should have just eaten her....a rabbit would have!
FIRST....Raymond Rice should have been fired immediately not merely suspended for a few games. The ONLY reason the Ravens finally fired Rice is NOT because he abused his then fiancé (now wife), but because there is a video of that abuse and that video has gone public. The Ravens name has been sullied by one of their own....THAT is the reason Rice is gone.
THIS IS WRONG!!! This would be the PERFECT opportunity for the Ravens to take a stand AGAINST DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!!! A perfect chance for pro sports teams EVERYWHERE to say, WE WILL NOT PUT UP WITH THIS BEHAVIOR FROM OUR PLAYERS!!! A perfect chance for pro sports teams EVERYWHERE to say, OUR FEMALE FANS ARE EXTREMELY IMPORTANT TO US AND WE CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO THEM!!!!
SECOND....the press is asking the WRONG question! The question is NOT...WHY DOESN'T SHE LEAVE? The question is, WHY DOES HE ABUSE??? I put it simply to someone today.
Me: "Do you have a pet?"
O: "Yes"
Me: "Do you love your pet?"
O: "Yes, my cat is part of my family!! I can't imagine my life without him in it!"
Me: "Has your pet every hurt you?"
O: (shows me a scratch):"Just this morning he scratched me and made me bleed".
Me: "And how did you respond?"
O: "I put him down, went and washed off my arm and put a bandaid on then started petting him again".
Me: "What?? You didn't just leave??"
O:(laughing) "Of course not...I love him."
Me: "You didn't kick him out?"
O: "No, he doesn't scratch me all the time, just sometimes when he is irritated with me, but it's never that bad"
Me...just waiting for the lightbulb to pop on.
It's always fun watching the light bulb come on!
I haven't posted any family stuff recently because my kids have not been particularly funny. However, I will say that this morning Reno got into trouble for peeing in Banana's room. Now, while Reno INSISTED he did NOT do it, I was sure he had so he was sent outside, IN the rain for a bit. He came back in and since no one else was home decided that he was on Doggy House Arrest and pouted until he fell asleep (I know this because he told me...and I saw it on the camera).
When I got home from work today, Banana finally admitted to me that it was SHE who had peed on her floor and not Reno. I made her mop it up because her room was stinky, and I apologized profusely to Reno. I'm pretty sure he had NO idea what was going on, but he loved the attention anyway.
In the meantime, I have been researching (if asking on FB can be called research) how to brush Banana's hair in the morning without being screamed at, hit, spit on, kicked, etc. The other morning, MISS STUBBORN PANTS was refusing to do ANYTHING I requested. So, standing with the hair brush in my hand, I finally said, "DON'T ANGER THE WOMAN WITH THE HAIR BRUSH!!!" I'm pretty sure that during the brushing she was second guessing her behavior. But her hair looked good and she had a good day at school.
I should have just eaten her....a rabbit would have!
Friday, August 15, 2014
Oh the Conversations...
Sometimes, you just HAVE to laugh!!! Words are an interesting thing, especially in my house...
Dad: "What's a placebo?"
Bubba: "Seriously?"
Dad: "What?"
Bubba: "You have children and you don't know what a placebo is??"
I'm quite perplexed at the moment (the whole one eyebrow raised type of perplexed) so I chose to let the conversation continue.....
Dad: "Oh? and you DO?"
Bubba: "Yeah it's that thing that connects a baby to its mother. Sometimes, babies are born with it around there necks."
Me, totally dumbstruck...."Ummm, no that's a PLACENTA"
BAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!
Thankfully, Bubba will be starting his freshmen year in about 12 days, hopefully during Health Class he will finally learn the difference between a placebo and a placenta....if not life will continue to be full of interesting conversations.
Last week, Banana was in BIG trouble with Daddy. However, she is smirking while getting spoken to.
Dad: "You think I'm kidding"
Banana: "Yeah"
Dad: "I'm dead serious!"
Banana: "You're not dead"
BAHAHAHAAAA!!!!
I'm glad I'm not a rabbit.
Dad: "What's a placebo?"
Bubba: "Seriously?"
Dad: "What?"
Bubba: "You have children and you don't know what a placebo is??"
I'm quite perplexed at the moment (the whole one eyebrow raised type of perplexed) so I chose to let the conversation continue.....
Dad: "Oh? and you DO?"
Bubba: "Yeah it's that thing that connects a baby to its mother. Sometimes, babies are born with it around there necks."
Me, totally dumbstruck...."Ummm, no that's a PLACENTA"
BAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!
Thankfully, Bubba will be starting his freshmen year in about 12 days, hopefully during Health Class he will finally learn the difference between a placebo and a placenta....if not life will continue to be full of interesting conversations.
Last week, Banana was in BIG trouble with Daddy. However, she is smirking while getting spoken to.
Dad: "You think I'm kidding"
Banana: "Yeah"
Dad: "I'm dead serious!"
Banana: "You're not dead"
BAHAHAHAAAA!!!!
I'm glad I'm not a rabbit.
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