So, I didn’t want to be another of the million “Mommy Bloggers” out there. And yet here I am, so deal with it for a moment?
Today is Rae’s Birthday! She is the baby of the family and turning 3!!! She is all mommy’s girl. And after having two who are most defiantly daddy’s girls it was very nice for me to have a mommy’s girl! She is also so much the baby of the family. Maybe that is mostly my doing, knowing she was our last child and all that. But whatever. It’s just hard to see her growing up so much. It is also hard to think that it has been three years!
But anyway, like most parents do before their children’s birthdays I asked Rae what she would like to get for her birthday. In no order here is the strange list we got this week.
Halloween decorations
Christmas tree
A big box
“All of this” (as she points to the TV DVD player, and Movies.)
A singing Barbie
A rainbow
If you take a quick look at the list you will see the only thing I MIGHT be able to get is a Barbie that sings. But that is so like Rae, she gets happy over all the silly things in life. She is kind and giving and easy to make happy.
But she is also 3 now! That means we have been dealing with anger, emotions, and at times kicking and screaming. She has been getting into things, making life a pain for her sisters. Last month she cut her long nice hair to her chin! Half way around her head her hair was chopped. Now it’s true she looks much better now, but still was not good. This is just part of her being 3.
T-rex does not seem near as heartbroken as I am. He just seems happy she does not want to date yet! That’s okay I am sure I will get my revenge. The kids will turn 16, I will be happy they are able to drive and I can mark “professional driver” off my list of duties, and T-rex will freak out! 10 more years till Lilly hits that mark! I can hold out.
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Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Random
I think it is a little funny how a job title will change how people look at you. Being a cop seems to bring a lot of extreme reactions. Sadly it seems so few take the job, or at least the people doing the job, seriously. Few even respect the job. There are the few people who respect the job, take the officers seriously and care. But it is hard to find. I guess going back to my home town for the holiday made me think about how far T-rex and I have come, and yet we still face some of the same issues we did in high school. Maybe that is just the effects of going back to a small town, or maybe that is just something that happens when we deal with the effects of his job. I don’t know. But it sure seems like the cop life is always going to be a part of our life. Like it is something we can never get away from as long as people know what T-rex does for a living. It also kind of seems like T-rex can’t get away from it. Nothing is as fun as watching him hit the dash looking for his lights until he remembers that he is in his personal car!
PS. I love you T-rex
PS. I love you T-rex
Monday, December 20, 2010
Should be charged!
T-rex was telling me of a few cases where parents were just being dumb. Sad part is half the time they don’t get into any trouble for their stupid actions, even if the actions put the kids in danger. I get a kick out of the mom who drops her young child off at the home of a wanted man. Then gets all upset because poor little Jonny had a gun pointed at him when the SWAT kicked in the door. Well, yeah that does suck goat balls lady but if you KNEW he was wanted, you KNEW he was a criminal then why in the world would you just drop your kid off?
Or the drunken lady who drives around town all pissed off at her husband, and she “forgets” to put her baby in the car seat. Oh she did get charged, but that didn’t stop the stupidness from keeping her children, with no parent classes.
The dad who helps his son get beer and condoms so he can be a “real man” at 16 years old. Only to have said son try and drive home after drinking too much and as far as I know not finding a good use for the condoms. Sure dad and son might have gotten charged, but who cares, the same lack of parenting is going to keep going on in that house.
Then there are the general stupid things, like letting you daughter out of the house dressed like that and then wonder why everyone calls her bad names. Or letting your underage child drive because you are too hung-over or drunk. I mean really people!
I always hated when people would say “everyone should take an IQ test before having children!” I know some very “blond” people who would make silly mistakes all their lives, but they are also the best parents ever! I know some very smart people who just can’t be parents, they would mess a child up so bad. But still there should be something, some kind of way to prevent children from having to have parents who are criminal in their raising.
I don’t question why parents who are trash tend to have kids who are trash, it makes me feel bad for the kids, but at some point the children need to make up their mind to not be like their parents. I am sure it is hard, but I know my own parents looked at their own crappy parents and said “Um NOT me!” They changed the family tree so to say, they learned from the parents total mess ups and picked to be better, to do better. It can be done, and at some point you can’t say it was your parents fault.
**None of the "cases" listed above are ones that T-rex worked, or that happened here, however some could be just like the cases listed above ;) ***
That was me covering my butt just so ya know.
Or the drunken lady who drives around town all pissed off at her husband, and she “forgets” to put her baby in the car seat. Oh she did get charged, but that didn’t stop the stupidness from keeping her children, with no parent classes.
The dad who helps his son get beer and condoms so he can be a “real man” at 16 years old. Only to have said son try and drive home after drinking too much and as far as I know not finding a good use for the condoms. Sure dad and son might have gotten charged, but who cares, the same lack of parenting is going to keep going on in that house.
Then there are the general stupid things, like letting you daughter out of the house dressed like that and then wonder why everyone calls her bad names. Or letting your underage child drive because you are too hung-over or drunk. I mean really people!
I always hated when people would say “everyone should take an IQ test before having children!” I know some very “blond” people who would make silly mistakes all their lives, but they are also the best parents ever! I know some very smart people who just can’t be parents, they would mess a child up so bad. But still there should be something, some kind of way to prevent children from having to have parents who are criminal in their raising.
I don’t question why parents who are trash tend to have kids who are trash, it makes me feel bad for the kids, but at some point the children need to make up their mind to not be like their parents. I am sure it is hard, but I know my own parents looked at their own crappy parents and said “Um NOT me!” They changed the family tree so to say, they learned from the parents total mess ups and picked to be better, to do better. It can be done, and at some point you can’t say it was your parents fault.
**None of the "cases" listed above are ones that T-rex worked, or that happened here, however some could be just like the cases listed above ;) ***
That was me covering my butt just so ya know.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Emergency!
So, T-rex has had a few strange calls to go out too. Mostly I find the “cow out” calls to be funny! He doesn’t work dispatch so he does not have to deal with that kind of crazy call! Thank Goodness because I have heard people calling in for some very stupid things! One that sticks in my mind is a woman calling because the fast food place would not give her what she wanted (I don’t think it was burger King BTW.)
Well today we had our own little emergency. Rae ran out of Gummy snacks! You know the little fruit flavored colored squishy things. They come in all kinds of different shapes. We like dinosaurs and Dora, I like the bears (something about biting a bear head off is very satisfying) they taste like junk but Rae will only eat gummies! One time I sent T-rex to the store to get gummies and he came home with the gummy lifesavers. Rae was just fine with this but they are known as Squishy snacks.
Today we had to run to the store just for her snacks. I don’t promote junk food, but we do have some snacks around the house for afterschool or when Rae has to sit still for her sisters’ projects. I know that I cave too much. But if you had seen how devastated she was you too would have ran out to get the silly little snacks. It was as if she just lost her best friend, the world was ending, and there was a fire! I felt so bad. Once we got to the store she ran right to where they are and picked out some Curious George ones. I approve. She got to hold them all the way to the check out and the gal who checked us out was so smart, she asked Rae for them and then gave them right back. It was great. And well worth it.
However, it did get me thinking about the things people care about too much. For us it is Gummies. We put too much stock in colored squishy stuff. There is the guy who came into my work and got all pissy because of pickles. You know the little green thing you can PICK off your food. I really wondered if his parents cut up his food for him until he was 16. Then there is the other gal who orders the most complicated drink ever and yet no matter how much I mess it up she thanks me and drinks it with a smile. Yeah we know what we like, but most people can just move on deal with it. T-rex also deals with this stuff all the time. There was a guy who made T-rex write a damage report on something to that costs less than $2.00 to replace. It was old and worn out anyway but because some punk kids were being punk kids T-rex has to deal with some old guy who can’t seem to just let stuff go. Or the people T-rex pulls over, so far most of them have said “Thank you” after getting their ticket. But still the look of “how can you give ME a ticket” gives T-rex a laugh.
I know I am not immune to the issue of silly things being important. I still have MY blanket, and I freak out whenever T-rex sits on it. Lilly can’t have her food touch, and Dino loves Ramen. T-rex even has his little things that matter, and if it does not go right there is a little meltdown. But I don’t think any of us will be silly enough to freak out so much that we call the cops or go off on an employee doing their job. Then again, people are crazy.
Well today we had our own little emergency. Rae ran out of Gummy snacks! You know the little fruit flavored colored squishy things. They come in all kinds of different shapes. We like dinosaurs and Dora, I like the bears (something about biting a bear head off is very satisfying) they taste like junk but Rae will only eat gummies! One time I sent T-rex to the store to get gummies and he came home with the gummy lifesavers. Rae was just fine with this but they are known as Squishy snacks.
Today we had to run to the store just for her snacks. I don’t promote junk food, but we do have some snacks around the house for afterschool or when Rae has to sit still for her sisters’ projects. I know that I cave too much. But if you had seen how devastated she was you too would have ran out to get the silly little snacks. It was as if she just lost her best friend, the world was ending, and there was a fire! I felt so bad. Once we got to the store she ran right to where they are and picked out some Curious George ones. I approve. She got to hold them all the way to the check out and the gal who checked us out was so smart, she asked Rae for them and then gave them right back. It was great. And well worth it.
However, it did get me thinking about the things people care about too much. For us it is Gummies. We put too much stock in colored squishy stuff. There is the guy who came into my work and got all pissy because of pickles. You know the little green thing you can PICK off your food. I really wondered if his parents cut up his food for him until he was 16. Then there is the other gal who orders the most complicated drink ever and yet no matter how much I mess it up she thanks me and drinks it with a smile. Yeah we know what we like, but most people can just move on deal with it. T-rex also deals with this stuff all the time. There was a guy who made T-rex write a damage report on something to that costs less than $2.00 to replace. It was old and worn out anyway but because some punk kids were being punk kids T-rex has to deal with some old guy who can’t seem to just let stuff go. Or the people T-rex pulls over, so far most of them have said “Thank you” after getting their ticket. But still the look of “how can you give ME a ticket” gives T-rex a laugh.
I know I am not immune to the issue of silly things being important. I still have MY blanket, and I freak out whenever T-rex sits on it. Lilly can’t have her food touch, and Dino loves Ramen. T-rex even has his little things that matter, and if it does not go right there is a little meltdown. But I don’t think any of us will be silly enough to freak out so much that we call the cops or go off on an employee doing their job. Then again, people are crazy.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
recap
So, things are just going along. Nothing to exciting going on around here, other than a sleep deprived T-rex asking if we had to pay anything to check books out at the Library. That was kind of funny. But people do and say silly things when they have not had a lot of sleep.
Talking about sleep, we are getting a new bed! In all the years we have been married (7) we have never gotten a new bed! It has always been a hand me down from someone who had their bed for 40+ years and they NEEDED a new one, well being young and poor we NEEDED any bed! We went downtown today after I got off work and found one we just love! It will be much better than this waterbed frame with a used waterbed mattress (It’s a “real mattress” just made to fit in a waterbed). It will come after the first of the year, and we will pay for it then, so it is going to be our “new thing for the new year” like I did as a kid!
Work has been kicking my butt! I hate to say this but I am a big baby. When get busy and I still get a little overwhelmed. Then there are the teenagers who stand there and look at me getting busy and still do nothing. Or the girl who I nearly slapped in the face! Ugh. I asked her to drop more fries for me (I even said please!) she said “I just dropped some”. I said “I know please put more down I will need them” and what do you know, I end up having to wait on fries because this punk kid would not do anything and I was busy running my butt off, oh to top it off the whole time she was standing there looking at the oil. This is just a small portion of what I deal with at work. I thought it was going to be better than dealing with 6 year olds all day, I was wrong. They listen about the same. I just know that if I acted like that when I was in high school working at fast food place my dad would have come into the store and pulled me out by my ears. You don’t bring shame to your family like that.
But then again I look back on my High school years and yeah I may have been working at work, and I may have always helped the customer by my coworkers hated me. I was bossy and mean, and well they still annoyed me. I guess it is good to know that I have grown up a little, but not too much. I would hate to act all grownupish!
The kids are doing okay, they like that I am working. But they are also acting out a lot more than normal right now. Mostly Rae, I think she is having a hard time with me not being home as much. But she is home with daddy and we have been able to avoid getting a babysitter or daycare so far. I don’t think we will have to get a sitter too much if at all. But T-rex’s job still comes first and I don’t want to miss my work just because he gets a call out.
I missed the Christmas program the kids put on at church, which kind of made me sad. Not because I really wanted to go. I am sure that if I were home I would have tried to get out of it. But I guess I got sad not being able to go. T-rex said he really liked getting to go he often times has to miss the little plays or programs the kids put on because of work. I think that him being home with the kids more and not being able to take on all the extra little jobs is going to be nice. Still there is that chance that he is going to get a call out when I am at work and we will have to deal with that. I don’t want to lose my job because of his, yet I know that his is way more important to the family and to him than mine is to me. I don’t know I guess I am feeling a little guilt about not being able to be there for everything in my kids’ lives. Yet I know it will not kill them, and it might even be good for all of us.
Well just some thoughts going around in my head right now. Nothing too big to report. OH! I got a C in my Spanish class, and I am not upset about this at all! But I did have a dream I only got 2 points on my last big paper for Social inequality, which was upsetting. Grades are not going to be posted for another week, I hope I don’t have any more bad dreams.
Talking about sleep, we are getting a new bed! In all the years we have been married (7) we have never gotten a new bed! It has always been a hand me down from someone who had their bed for 40+ years and they NEEDED a new one, well being young and poor we NEEDED any bed! We went downtown today after I got off work and found one we just love! It will be much better than this waterbed frame with a used waterbed mattress (It’s a “real mattress” just made to fit in a waterbed). It will come after the first of the year, and we will pay for it then, so it is going to be our “new thing for the new year” like I did as a kid!
Work has been kicking my butt! I hate to say this but I am a big baby. When get busy and I still get a little overwhelmed. Then there are the teenagers who stand there and look at me getting busy and still do nothing. Or the girl who I nearly slapped in the face! Ugh. I asked her to drop more fries for me (I even said please!) she said “I just dropped some”. I said “I know please put more down I will need them” and what do you know, I end up having to wait on fries because this punk kid would not do anything and I was busy running my butt off, oh to top it off the whole time she was standing there looking at the oil. This is just a small portion of what I deal with at work. I thought it was going to be better than dealing with 6 year olds all day, I was wrong. They listen about the same. I just know that if I acted like that when I was in high school working at fast food place my dad would have come into the store and pulled me out by my ears. You don’t bring shame to your family like that.
But then again I look back on my High school years and yeah I may have been working at work, and I may have always helped the customer by my coworkers hated me. I was bossy and mean, and well they still annoyed me. I guess it is good to know that I have grown up a little, but not too much. I would hate to act all grownupish!
The kids are doing okay, they like that I am working. But they are also acting out a lot more than normal right now. Mostly Rae, I think she is having a hard time with me not being home as much. But she is home with daddy and we have been able to avoid getting a babysitter or daycare so far. I don’t think we will have to get a sitter too much if at all. But T-rex’s job still comes first and I don’t want to miss my work just because he gets a call out.
I missed the Christmas program the kids put on at church, which kind of made me sad. Not because I really wanted to go. I am sure that if I were home I would have tried to get out of it. But I guess I got sad not being able to go. T-rex said he really liked getting to go he often times has to miss the little plays or programs the kids put on because of work. I think that him being home with the kids more and not being able to take on all the extra little jobs is going to be nice. Still there is that chance that he is going to get a call out when I am at work and we will have to deal with that. I don’t want to lose my job because of his, yet I know that his is way more important to the family and to him than mine is to me. I don’t know I guess I am feeling a little guilt about not being able to be there for everything in my kids’ lives. Yet I know it will not kill them, and it might even be good for all of us.
Well just some thoughts going around in my head right now. Nothing too big to report. OH! I got a C in my Spanish class, and I am not upset about this at all! But I did have a dream I only got 2 points on my last big paper for Social inequality, which was upsetting. Grades are not going to be posted for another week, I hope I don’t have any more bad dreams.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Why I hate Christmas/ There is no Santa!
(I am sure I am going to get some degree of hate mail for this, and a fair amount of “you’re wrong Yellow”)
The thoughts of a Christian. . . .
I grew up not celebrating Christmas or Halloween. All other holidays were fair game, and Thanksgiving was my Mothers Favorite, followed closely by Easter (which was a chocolate collection never to be topped). It was not really a religious thing; I grew up going to the Nazarene church or a Baptist Church from time to time. So we were outcasts around Christmas. I didn’t like it and I thought my Parents were just mean for too many years. For that I am sorry, because now as I am older and wiser (or so I like to think) I agree with my parents 100%
So before you call me a mean nasty Grinch who hates happy times let me explain. And as for the “gifts” many years we would a new thing for the New Year, and at some point near High School we started to celebrate Hanukkah in honor of my Mom’s side of the family. Gifts for Hanukkah are little things like Chocolate, and money.
Okay so why do I hate Christmas? So many reasons! Let’s start with the reason my parents gave me as a child, well most of the time they gave me this reason. . .
Jeremiah 10:1-5 "Hear ye the word which the LORD speaketh unto you, O house of Israel: "Thus saith the LORD, Learn not the way of the heathen, and be not dismayed at the signs of heaven; for the heathen are dismayed at them. For the customs of the people are vain: For one cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe. They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers that it move not. They are upright as the palm tree, but speak not: They must needs be borne, because they cannot go. Be not afraid of them; for they cannot do evil, neither also is it in them to do good."
Okay let’s look at that first. It says not to take a tree from the forest. Lilly tried to tell me that our tree came from the store so it’s not the same thing. I hope most people are smarter than my smart 6 year old and can gather that it is still the same thing. Next it says not to deck it with gold and silver, hum. . . what color are most of your ornaments? What about the fact that we are still decorating it look all nice? (BTW I do love looking at the trees, they are pretty). What about not nailing it down so it cannot move? Yep they even make fancy little stands for the real trees, and all the fake tress I have ever seen come with a fancy little stand thing.
To be fair all of this is talking about not making an idol out of a tree. So many Christians say it is not that big of a deal. But, then why do it? And isn’t putting gifts under something or at the feet of something kind of like worshipping it? If it is not then really forgoing the Christmas tree should not be that big of a deal.
***For some reason it seems to me that versus is kind of like God’s warning to us all, and the writers of the time were all like “What in the world is God talking about, why would anyone do something so silly” so they downplayed it. But God was all like “trust me they will come up with a reason to make this normal and okay, heck they will even do this silly thing in my name, making all the worse.” So the little thing got stuck in the bible and the people back then thought it was crazy, after all only a heathen or loon would go pick a tree to decorate it and put gifts under it. *** (I have a fun imagination)
The next big thing my parents would say to me was ‘If this is to be Jesus birthday then why are YOU getting presents?” Well as a kid I never did have a comeback for that other than, because Jesus wants us to be happy. And I am still sure that God wants us all to be happy and have nice things, but if we are going to really Celebrate this holiday as Jesus birthday then we really should not be worried about getting gifts, I mean it’s like saying to Dino “It is your birthday so we are going to take all your friends out to the pool.”
Now people say it is about Giving, yeah I don’t really get into that. Not at least for the young kids who are only really worried about what they are GETTING. Never have I heard kids around 6 years old tell Santa what they want to give. Rather, we go around and ask for stuff, make lists, and tell some fake dude what we want. It’s wrong.
Which bring me to my two second issues, first it’s about the Greed. I am sure that some adults can forgo the greed of “I WANT” for the holiday, and some really do think about what they are getting other people, but for the most part it is just about greed. I think greedy people are nasty. I don’t care if people say “oh they are only kids” kids cannot learn to not be greedy if we always ask them what they want, let them tell strangers what they want, and then get what they want. Also it is not just the kids! I have seen too many adults who are greedy around this time of year, now sure there is typically some giving going on, almost always someone is shopping for someone else, but there is still a lot of greed and guilt going on there. People shop for others more out of obligation around this time of year than just because; in fact some people never shop for others unless it is a young person’s birthday or Christmas.
Then there is the whole “Santa” Thing. Why is it okay to lie to children for the sake of the “holiday spirit” Which as far as I know the bible only talks about the Holy Spirit, but eh. Year’s later children find out that Santa is not real, and then there is some drama to deal with. Sure most take it easy, but I also hear too many stories of kids getting upset. Well I would be upset if my parents lied to me too. So in that end there is NO Santa in my house, my children 6, 5, 3 all know that there is no real Santa, no magic little people making gifts all night, no flying reindeer. We also have no tooth fairy, no Easter bunny, and so on.
Then there is always the fact that Christmas started out as a way for the church to gain more membership, or at least not upset the status quo by using Pagan holidays. Not that I am saying Pagan holidays are evil (that may be one area I will never be a “good Christian” in; I don’t think different is bad). I am just saying that is what it was. FACT. And the “Good Christians” who say it is about Jesus are misinformed at best, and stubborn or greedy at worst. Saying it’s not like the Pagans because you are trying to Celebrate the birth of Christ is like me saying I am not doing anything wrong just because I am in a crack house, checking out the crack, and hanging out with crack heads an drug dealers. Um, sure. I can call an orange an apple all I want; it will still be an orange.
There is always the argument that people don’t know when Jesus was born, because there is no real date in the bible (Sheppards out with their sheep can happen in the dead of winter?!) It is just natural that the Celebration takes place around the time of other holidays. Um, yeah does not really fit, not if one were to be true to the holiday.
So I don’t get this celebration. The facts of the holiday do not mesh up with what Christians say about the holiday. In many ways it seems to be going against the word of God, at the very least it is currently against the spirit of God.
So as my 3 year old told the girl at McDonalds today “Santa is not real, and I am good all the times”. That is how it should be, or at least I think so. Yet I sit here to type this out next to our tree, with gifts wrapped nicely under, and a stack of Christmas cards to go out as soon as I get to the post office. It just seems to be the most hypocritical holiday ever, and I am not really into the lies or greed. BTW all three of the girls are not getting what they want but something I know they will like and enjoy; something that is fun, something that says it is a party after all!
PS: Oh Dad are you going to get lights up this year? Ha ha ha! Yeah me neither!
*also, don't you ever wonder why suicides are the highest around this time of year? Yes, the lack of light plays a part, but there is also the guilt that seems to come with holidays, and the feeling of being alone.
The thoughts of a Christian. . . .
I grew up not celebrating Christmas or Halloween. All other holidays were fair game, and Thanksgiving was my Mothers Favorite, followed closely by Easter (which was a chocolate collection never to be topped). It was not really a religious thing; I grew up going to the Nazarene church or a Baptist Church from time to time. So we were outcasts around Christmas. I didn’t like it and I thought my Parents were just mean for too many years. For that I am sorry, because now as I am older and wiser (or so I like to think) I agree with my parents 100%
So before you call me a mean nasty Grinch who hates happy times let me explain. And as for the “gifts” many years we would a new thing for the New Year, and at some point near High School we started to celebrate Hanukkah in honor of my Mom’s side of the family. Gifts for Hanukkah are little things like Chocolate, and money.
Okay so why do I hate Christmas? So many reasons! Let’s start with the reason my parents gave me as a child, well most of the time they gave me this reason. . .
Jeremiah 10:1-5 "Hear ye the word which the LORD speaketh unto you, O house of Israel: "Thus saith the LORD, Learn not the way of the heathen, and be not dismayed at the signs of heaven; for the heathen are dismayed at them. For the customs of the people are vain: For one cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe. They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers that it move not. They are upright as the palm tree, but speak not: They must needs be borne, because they cannot go. Be not afraid of them; for they cannot do evil, neither also is it in them to do good."
Okay let’s look at that first. It says not to take a tree from the forest. Lilly tried to tell me that our tree came from the store so it’s not the same thing. I hope most people are smarter than my smart 6 year old and can gather that it is still the same thing. Next it says not to deck it with gold and silver, hum. . . what color are most of your ornaments? What about the fact that we are still decorating it look all nice? (BTW I do love looking at the trees, they are pretty). What about not nailing it down so it cannot move? Yep they even make fancy little stands for the real trees, and all the fake tress I have ever seen come with a fancy little stand thing.
To be fair all of this is talking about not making an idol out of a tree. So many Christians say it is not that big of a deal. But, then why do it? And isn’t putting gifts under something or at the feet of something kind of like worshipping it? If it is not then really forgoing the Christmas tree should not be that big of a deal.
***For some reason it seems to me that versus is kind of like God’s warning to us all, and the writers of the time were all like “What in the world is God talking about, why would anyone do something so silly” so they downplayed it. But God was all like “trust me they will come up with a reason to make this normal and okay, heck they will even do this silly thing in my name, making all the worse.” So the little thing got stuck in the bible and the people back then thought it was crazy, after all only a heathen or loon would go pick a tree to decorate it and put gifts under it. *** (I have a fun imagination)
The next big thing my parents would say to me was ‘If this is to be Jesus birthday then why are YOU getting presents?” Well as a kid I never did have a comeback for that other than, because Jesus wants us to be happy. And I am still sure that God wants us all to be happy and have nice things, but if we are going to really Celebrate this holiday as Jesus birthday then we really should not be worried about getting gifts, I mean it’s like saying to Dino “It is your birthday so we are going to take all your friends out to the pool.”
Now people say it is about Giving, yeah I don’t really get into that. Not at least for the young kids who are only really worried about what they are GETTING. Never have I heard kids around 6 years old tell Santa what they want to give. Rather, we go around and ask for stuff, make lists, and tell some fake dude what we want. It’s wrong.
Which bring me to my two second issues, first it’s about the Greed. I am sure that some adults can forgo the greed of “I WANT” for the holiday, and some really do think about what they are getting other people, but for the most part it is just about greed. I think greedy people are nasty. I don’t care if people say “oh they are only kids” kids cannot learn to not be greedy if we always ask them what they want, let them tell strangers what they want, and then get what they want. Also it is not just the kids! I have seen too many adults who are greedy around this time of year, now sure there is typically some giving going on, almost always someone is shopping for someone else, but there is still a lot of greed and guilt going on there. People shop for others more out of obligation around this time of year than just because; in fact some people never shop for others unless it is a young person’s birthday or Christmas.
Then there is the whole “Santa” Thing. Why is it okay to lie to children for the sake of the “holiday spirit” Which as far as I know the bible only talks about the Holy Spirit, but eh. Year’s later children find out that Santa is not real, and then there is some drama to deal with. Sure most take it easy, but I also hear too many stories of kids getting upset. Well I would be upset if my parents lied to me too. So in that end there is NO Santa in my house, my children 6, 5, 3 all know that there is no real Santa, no magic little people making gifts all night, no flying reindeer. We also have no tooth fairy, no Easter bunny, and so on.
Then there is always the fact that Christmas started out as a way for the church to gain more membership, or at least not upset the status quo by using Pagan holidays. Not that I am saying Pagan holidays are evil (that may be one area I will never be a “good Christian” in; I don’t think different is bad). I am just saying that is what it was. FACT. And the “Good Christians” who say it is about Jesus are misinformed at best, and stubborn or greedy at worst. Saying it’s not like the Pagans because you are trying to Celebrate the birth of Christ is like me saying I am not doing anything wrong just because I am in a crack house, checking out the crack, and hanging out with crack heads an drug dealers. Um, sure. I can call an orange an apple all I want; it will still be an orange.
There is always the argument that people don’t know when Jesus was born, because there is no real date in the bible (Sheppards out with their sheep can happen in the dead of winter?!) It is just natural that the Celebration takes place around the time of other holidays. Um, yeah does not really fit, not if one were to be true to the holiday.
So I don’t get this celebration. The facts of the holiday do not mesh up with what Christians say about the holiday. In many ways it seems to be going against the word of God, at the very least it is currently against the spirit of God.
So as my 3 year old told the girl at McDonalds today “Santa is not real, and I am good all the times”. That is how it should be, or at least I think so. Yet I sit here to type this out next to our tree, with gifts wrapped nicely under, and a stack of Christmas cards to go out as soon as I get to the post office. It just seems to be the most hypocritical holiday ever, and I am not really into the lies or greed. BTW all three of the girls are not getting what they want but something I know they will like and enjoy; something that is fun, something that says it is a party after all!
PS: Oh Dad are you going to get lights up this year? Ha ha ha! Yeah me neither!
*also, don't you ever wonder why suicides are the highest around this time of year? Yes, the lack of light plays a part, but there is also the guilt that seems to come with holidays, and the feeling of being alone.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Work
Today was my first day working outside of my house in over 3 years. Now I cannot say with a straight face that it is a “real job” I am working Fast Food when T-rex is home with the kids, but it is something to get me out of the house and maybe a little shoe money! I worked at the same chain store in a different town when in High School so I was sure I would be able to get things down fairly fast. I was surprised.
First I have learned that in general people do not get any smarter, old people do not get any faster and mean people still breed.
But that aside, I had a great time. I picked up a lot of the stuff fairly fast, although there is still a lot I still need to learn. Like all the new drinks, and there are a few other things that have changed over the years. T-rex was kind to point out to me that I don’t know everything and I should not act like I do on the first day. Well that was nice, he forgot to point out that there is that mean nasty person working at every place, and that my pee would no longer be mine to control but the clock that moved ever so slow on the first day!
And even though part of me wants to scream “I am better than this!” I know that right now finding a place that will work around T-rex’s crazy hours, my children, and my schooling is important if I want to work, and I do want to work! I want a few hours where I am not thinking about my husband and kids! I am sure that sound selfish and like I am a bad mom, but ya know what. . .I don’t care! After 6+ years of working only for the family, or not working, of giving up everything for my kids and my husband I want something MINE. I am not mad or resentful that I have given up working where I want, going to school how I want, living where I want and so on. I know that it is the right thing to do and it makes me VERY happy that I have been able to stay home, but I want shoe money! Okay I really just want a conversation about something other than 6 year heart breaks and 5 year olds snot! So I am working at a silly fast food joint for shoe money, me time, and maybe to relive some of my High School days?! I noticed that today. . I worked there in High School, then I graduated, got married, had my first child, and became a mostly stay at home all within a year.
So oh well! I don’t care. That was the second thing I noticed today. I am not going to be the peon, I am not looking for a promotion, I am not going to bust my butt for this job like I did before, I am not going to give a darn what the others think about me, and I am going to go in to do my time, enjoy no children (although I have found that my children are smarter than some of the masses!), and get my pay twice a month and go get some shoes or something LOL!
I also noticed that I might not be well liked because of who T-rex is. . Oh well! I don’t care. I am not there to nark on the pot heads or underage drinkers. That’s the cops’ job and truth is I just don’t care! I am just going to put in my time, and have fun :)
First I have learned that in general people do not get any smarter, old people do not get any faster and mean people still breed.
But that aside, I had a great time. I picked up a lot of the stuff fairly fast, although there is still a lot I still need to learn. Like all the new drinks, and there are a few other things that have changed over the years. T-rex was kind to point out to me that I don’t know everything and I should not act like I do on the first day. Well that was nice, he forgot to point out that there is that mean nasty person working at every place, and that my pee would no longer be mine to control but the clock that moved ever so slow on the first day!
And even though part of me wants to scream “I am better than this!” I know that right now finding a place that will work around T-rex’s crazy hours, my children, and my schooling is important if I want to work, and I do want to work! I want a few hours where I am not thinking about my husband and kids! I am sure that sound selfish and like I am a bad mom, but ya know what. . .I don’t care! After 6+ years of working only for the family, or not working, of giving up everything for my kids and my husband I want something MINE. I am not mad or resentful that I have given up working where I want, going to school how I want, living where I want and so on. I know that it is the right thing to do and it makes me VERY happy that I have been able to stay home, but I want shoe money! Okay I really just want a conversation about something other than 6 year heart breaks and 5 year olds snot! So I am working at a silly fast food joint for shoe money, me time, and maybe to relive some of my High School days?! I noticed that today. . I worked there in High School, then I graduated, got married, had my first child, and became a mostly stay at home all within a year.
So oh well! I don’t care. That was the second thing I noticed today. I am not going to be the peon, I am not looking for a promotion, I am not going to bust my butt for this job like I did before, I am not going to give a darn what the others think about me, and I am going to go in to do my time, enjoy no children (although I have found that my children are smarter than some of the masses!), and get my pay twice a month and go get some shoes or something LOL!
I also noticed that I might not be well liked because of who T-rex is. . Oh well! I don’t care. I am not there to nark on the pot heads or underage drinkers. That’s the cops’ job and truth is I just don’t care! I am just going to put in my time, and have fun :)
Monday, November 29, 2010
Holidays and Home work? I would rather someone get drunk.
I feel like I just came back from some very strange vacation. Only on this vacation there was a lot of work, or rather a lot of trying to get out of work.
Holidays! Oh yes that is where it started, the mad dash between home and family, the running around trying not to tick anyone off and yet failing to be in a million places at once, it starts with T-rex working. It ends with T-rex working!
Then off to write papers for classes for college for a degree in something for work. . ahh one day work! Two more papers, a unit of Spanish and 3 or 4 tests to take, then I am done until early January!
Right after all the papers are written guess what comes up? HOLIDAYS! Yippy, another mad dash to please people, only this one T-rex has off. I am sure I will have it off too. . Oh yeah did I forget to tell you? I got a job! I am just working at some fast food joint here in town, but with the young kids and the husbands crazy hours it seemed like the best idea, and because I still have a year more of schooling! I go in for training or something on Wednesday, so I am looking forward to that, not the whole working part, not the whole fast food part, but the whole "I-get-out-of-the-house" part. I mean that part is going to be GREAT!!!!
so where was I? Oh, yeah, Holidays! T-rex gets Christmas off this year, which is great. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday with the husband!! But then to make up for his lazy Christmas self, he gets the joy of working New Years Eve, which is a FRIDAY this year. .. . Which is code for "going to be a pain in the butt" I don't feel that bad for him!
You see when I was VERY pregnant with Lilly, T-rex, Mr "snores when is awake", had a part for his 21st birthday, a very drunken party and I could not get drunk, so I got to see sober how drunks act. . . I got to see sober how my husband acts drunk . .I wish this on no woman, and although it was the only time I ever saw him drunk (if I was sober or not) I hope he pays for it for the rest of his life. (Or at least a few more times so I have something good to write about. . .shhh!)
Well, as you can tell things are busy and I should be doing homework or writing a paper or something, but I have two days before anything is due so I am going to look up more Fringe on Hulu and just chill out for the rest of the day.
Holidays! Oh yes that is where it started, the mad dash between home and family, the running around trying not to tick anyone off and yet failing to be in a million places at once, it starts with T-rex working. It ends with T-rex working!
Then off to write papers for classes for college for a degree in something for work. . ahh one day work! Two more papers, a unit of Spanish and 3 or 4 tests to take, then I am done until early January!
Right after all the papers are written guess what comes up? HOLIDAYS! Yippy, another mad dash to please people, only this one T-rex has off. I am sure I will have it off too. . Oh yeah did I forget to tell you? I got a job! I am just working at some fast food joint here in town, but with the young kids and the husbands crazy hours it seemed like the best idea, and because I still have a year more of schooling! I go in for training or something on Wednesday, so I am looking forward to that, not the whole working part, not the whole fast food part, but the whole "I-get-out-of-the-house" part. I mean that part is going to be GREAT!!!!
so where was I? Oh, yeah, Holidays! T-rex gets Christmas off this year, which is great. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday with the husband!! But then to make up for his lazy Christmas self, he gets the joy of working New Years Eve, which is a FRIDAY this year. .. . Which is code for "going to be a pain in the butt" I don't feel that bad for him!
You see when I was VERY pregnant with Lilly, T-rex, Mr "snores when is awake", had a part for his 21st birthday, a very drunken party and I could not get drunk, so I got to see sober how drunks act. . . I got to see sober how my husband acts drunk . .I wish this on no woman, and although it was the only time I ever saw him drunk (if I was sober or not) I hope he pays for it for the rest of his life. (Or at least a few more times so I have something good to write about. . .shhh!)
Well, as you can tell things are busy and I should be doing homework or writing a paper or something, but I have two days before anything is due so I am going to look up more Fringe on Hulu and just chill out for the rest of the day.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
The cooking is the easy part!
I have come to accept that T-rex will not get to be home for every any holiday. But I still have my way of doing things and I like them that way. For instance on Thanksgiving my side of the family all gets together. It is our one big holiday and it means a lot to me and my mom. Christmas is T-rex’s side of the family, although because of his working we have had to stay home a few years, we always make a trip up to see them shortly after.
Well this year T-rex is working Thanksgiving. This makes me sad because I love Thanksgiving. But this was not going to kill me, we were going to have thanksgiving at my house and T-rex can swing in for something to eat when/if he is not busy. Sounds easy enough right? I get my family, my kids get Grammy and Papa, I even invited T-rex side of the family over, but they are all going to Oklahoma.
Well then my sisters let everyone know that they are going to their husbands sides of the family for Thanksgiving, but we might be able to get together Saturday. I was a little upset that they pulled out of “my Thanksgiving” my parents were still going to be here so I thought it would be okay, we will make it work.
Then I had to do the right thing and tell my parents not to come. Not because they didn’t want to come, but because I know they wanted to be home to feed the people who don’t have family, who don’t have the money for a great dinner, and who can’t have a great holiday like I have been blessed with nearly every year.
So, it was going to be me and the kids, alone, on the best holiday of the year! I cried, I am not going to lie, I cried a lot. I wanted my sisters, my parents, my husband all here to eat great food! We always get caviar for thanksgiving (thankful we can get it once year, and thankful it is only once a year we are silly enough to spend that much money on fish eggs, and mind you this is like grocery store brand caviar!), I didn’t want to eat it alone, we always write a “thankful for list” and read it around the table, I didn’t want to read alone. I wanted MY holiday back!
T-rex said I should go see my mom and dad for Thanksgiving and help out around the church where they are doing the dinner, so I told them I would. But I felt so guilty about leaving T-rex here. I know he is going to be working, but whenever there is something big going on I am the one at home holding down the fort. It felt like I was abandoning him because I want my mommy. Yep I felt about 7 years old.
So to make up for it I made T-rex a whole Thanksgiving dinner Monday. Or that was the plan. But you see like all great plans T-rex got a call to go out with the S.O.G. to do something (kick bad guy butt). I get a few hours notice that he will be gone, and then NOTHING else, I never even know when he is going to be home.
I cried again. I called my mom and cried (she said she could not understand me, which is code for Stop whining at me and get your big girl pants on). I know he cannot control the bad guys, I know he is going to have to deal with call outs, and as such I am going to have to deal with call outs, but I mean really?! They had to do it when I was going to cook a great big meal for him? It was around 4 when I decided I was going to have Thanksgiving dinner at home like I planed even if he was gone.
So that is what I did. Well, okay, I had a lot of help form Rae, Lilly, and Dino. The girls worked on cleaning the house, making hand turkeys, and they even did a “thankful for” list with me. Dinner was going to be late, as I didn’t make anything all day, started late, and was doing all the cooking alone. But it was done around 7, just a few minutes after T-rex got home.
I had my big family meal, complete with caviar, and it was great! I didn’t burn anything, we have a lot of food, most of it my mom had gotten for us, and so in some ways it was like she was there too. There will be food here for T-rex when we are gone, and I can go help my parents help others, which is a great Thanksgiving blessing.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! What are you thankful for?
Well this year T-rex is working Thanksgiving. This makes me sad because I love Thanksgiving. But this was not going to kill me, we were going to have thanksgiving at my house and T-rex can swing in for something to eat when/if he is not busy. Sounds easy enough right? I get my family, my kids get Grammy and Papa, I even invited T-rex side of the family over, but they are all going to Oklahoma.
Well then my sisters let everyone know that they are going to their husbands sides of the family for Thanksgiving, but we might be able to get together Saturday. I was a little upset that they pulled out of “my Thanksgiving” my parents were still going to be here so I thought it would be okay, we will make it work.
Then I had to do the right thing and tell my parents not to come. Not because they didn’t want to come, but because I know they wanted to be home to feed the people who don’t have family, who don’t have the money for a great dinner, and who can’t have a great holiday like I have been blessed with nearly every year.
So, it was going to be me and the kids, alone, on the best holiday of the year! I cried, I am not going to lie, I cried a lot. I wanted my sisters, my parents, my husband all here to eat great food! We always get caviar for thanksgiving (thankful we can get it once year, and thankful it is only once a year we are silly enough to spend that much money on fish eggs, and mind you this is like grocery store brand caviar!), I didn’t want to eat it alone, we always write a “thankful for list” and read it around the table, I didn’t want to read alone. I wanted MY holiday back!
T-rex said I should go see my mom and dad for Thanksgiving and help out around the church where they are doing the dinner, so I told them I would. But I felt so guilty about leaving T-rex here. I know he is going to be working, but whenever there is something big going on I am the one at home holding down the fort. It felt like I was abandoning him because I want my mommy. Yep I felt about 7 years old.
So to make up for it I made T-rex a whole Thanksgiving dinner Monday. Or that was the plan. But you see like all great plans T-rex got a call to go out with the S.O.G. to do something (kick bad guy butt). I get a few hours notice that he will be gone, and then NOTHING else, I never even know when he is going to be home.
I cried again. I called my mom and cried (she said she could not understand me, which is code for Stop whining at me and get your big girl pants on). I know he cannot control the bad guys, I know he is going to have to deal with call outs, and as such I am going to have to deal with call outs, but I mean really?! They had to do it when I was going to cook a great big meal for him? It was around 4 when I decided I was going to have Thanksgiving dinner at home like I planed even if he was gone.
So that is what I did. Well, okay, I had a lot of help form Rae, Lilly, and Dino. The girls worked on cleaning the house, making hand turkeys, and they even did a “thankful for” list with me. Dinner was going to be late, as I didn’t make anything all day, started late, and was doing all the cooking alone. But it was done around 7, just a few minutes after T-rex got home.
I had my big family meal, complete with caviar, and it was great! I didn’t burn anything, we have a lot of food, most of it my mom had gotten for us, and so in some ways it was like she was there too. There will be food here for T-rex when we are gone, and I can go help my parents help others, which is a great Thanksgiving blessing.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! What are you thankful for?
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Where did time go?
This week has been busy and fun! Yet, every night I would look at the clock and whine “It is only 9?”
T-rex is out of Training! He has been having a great time on his own. He likes to come home and tell me about pulling someone over for something. I don’t understand half the lingo he uses. But I get that some people drive too fast.
The kids are doing okay with the changes in his hours, and the Dog. Well kind of. One of the Police wives blogs said her husband was told “If you look like food you will be eaten” when he was in the academy. I think applies all too well to my kids. The kids run around and whine at Radio, so she takes charge. The only one who Radio does not pick on is the little Rae, who will yell at the top of her lungs and walk away like she owns the place. The other two act all afraid and scream like babies. I don’t know how to get the older girls to just lay down the law with the dog. Oh well, so far things are going great.
Today is my little sister’s birthday!! For years I thought she was 12, until she was about 16. I guess that is a sign that I didn’t pay attention to her much. But we have always had a good relationship. Well, mostly I think. Maybe she puts up with me, and I put up with her because we are family? Ah no matter I love her. She is turning 21! So I want to wish her a Happy Birthday! Today I hope my other sister comes to town, she has my turkey for Thanksgiving Maybe we will then call little sister and tell her happy birthday!
Sitting down and thinking about my sisters has made me see just how lucky I am. My family seems to understand, for the most part, what it is like being married to a cop. I don’t have to make too many excuses for T-rex being gone, or Dino knowing how to shoot, or Lilly saying words like detain. I am happy they put up with me, and try to understand.
Image by freakgirl via Flickr
T-rex is out of Training! He has been having a great time on his own. He likes to come home and tell me about pulling someone over for something. I don’t understand half the lingo he uses. But I get that some people drive too fast.
The kids are doing okay with the changes in his hours, and the Dog. Well kind of. One of the Police wives blogs said her husband was told “If you look like food you will be eaten” when he was in the academy. I think applies all too well to my kids. The kids run around and whine at Radio, so she takes charge. The only one who Radio does not pick on is the little Rae, who will yell at the top of her lungs and walk away like she owns the place. The other two act all afraid and scream like babies. I don’t know how to get the older girls to just lay down the law with the dog. Oh well, so far things are going great.
Today is my little sister’s birthday!! For years I thought she was 12, until she was about 16. I guess that is a sign that I didn’t pay attention to her much. But we have always had a good relationship. Well, mostly I think. Maybe she puts up with me, and I put up with her because we are family? Ah no matter I love her. She is turning 21! So I want to wish her a Happy Birthday! Today I hope my other sister comes to town, she has my turkey for Thanksgiving Maybe we will then call little sister and tell her happy birthday!
Sitting down and thinking about my sisters has made me see just how lucky I am. My family seems to understand, for the most part, what it is like being married to a cop. I don’t have to make too many excuses for T-rex being gone, or Dino knowing how to shoot, or Lilly saying words like detain. I am happy they put up with me, and try to understand.
Image by freakgirl via FlickrHAPPY BIRTHDAY JOY BOY!! I LOVE YOU!
Monday, November 8, 2010
Is it creepy?
Maybe a little.
Dino has an odd habit of meeting the trash guys and yelling Thank-you at them as loud as she can, which really is not as loud as she can, but more like as loud as she feels comfortable yelling at grown smelly men picking up our trash.
How did this strange habit start you ask? Well about a year ago we were outside when the trash guys came to pick it up, I went to the street to get my cart back and said thank you. To which there were a million questions by Dino to follow. “Who are they?” and “why do they do that?” My reply was simple, “Isn't it cool that they do that?! They take our trash away for us.” Never did I think it would turn into a weekly ritual.
Every week she stands at the door and yells thank you to the big smelly men picking up our trash. She no longer gets sad when they don’t say anything back to her; she gets that they are busy working, and likely don’t even hear her. But she still goes to the door. In the last few weeks she has started to bring the trash cart back up to the house. Which I love! But I wonder if it is a little creepy that my daughter waves and smiles so big at the trash guys. They don’t even seem to notice her anymore. I wonder if it ever made them happy to see that someone is thankful for the work they do. I know we really are!
I mean really we could be like the town next to us, their trash trucks all say “Satisfaction guaranteed or double your trash back!” I would hate to have a disagreement with their trash service.
So, thank your trash guys! In fact it got me thinking, often times the service workers are taken for granted. Thank them all when you can. Let’s get being nice out of the creepy category and into normal. I know some of the cops out there would love to be told Thank you. . .and not just after you only got a warning!
Dino has an odd habit of meeting the trash guys and yelling Thank-you at them as loud as she can, which really is not as loud as she can, but more like as loud as she feels comfortable yelling at grown smelly men picking up our trash.
How did this strange habit start you ask? Well about a year ago we were outside when the trash guys came to pick it up, I went to the street to get my cart back and said thank you. To which there were a million questions by Dino to follow. “Who are they?” and “why do they do that?” My reply was simple, “Isn't it cool that they do that?! They take our trash away for us.” Never did I think it would turn into a weekly ritual.
Every week she stands at the door and yells thank you to the big smelly men picking up our trash. She no longer gets sad when they don’t say anything back to her; she gets that they are busy working, and likely don’t even hear her. But she still goes to the door. In the last few weeks she has started to bring the trash cart back up to the house. Which I love! But I wonder if it is a little creepy that my daughter waves and smiles so big at the trash guys. They don’t even seem to notice her anymore. I wonder if it ever made them happy to see that someone is thankful for the work they do. I know we really are!
I mean really we could be like the town next to us, their trash trucks all say “Satisfaction guaranteed or double your trash back!” I would hate to have a disagreement with their trash service.
So, thank your trash guys! In fact it got me thinking, often times the service workers are taken for granted. Thank them all when you can. Let’s get being nice out of the creepy category and into normal. I know some of the cops out there would love to be told Thank you. . .and not just after you only got a warning!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
They love him!
T-rex has been gone at training for a few months now. We have gotten used to him only being home on the weekends. I get to spend all weekend with the kids running around doing mom stuff, and then on the weekends T-rex can take over some of the work. Things like running errands, and changing Rae, who at 2 ½ is only almost potty trained. (That’s another headache for another time.) But I am the one who, Monday till Friday is here for the kids, cooking, cleaning, and everything else they need.
So why is it that when T-rex comes home for the weekend they only want him?! I turn into chopped liver. Oh you think I am overly sensitive on this??
Today T-rex made grill cheese and soup. He burnt the grill cheese, way burnt it!
Lilly: “its okay Daddy, you didn’t burn it as much as mommy does, she can’t cook anything.”
UGH! Well I have never burnt grill cheese as much as he did today. No matter that it’s true I can’t cook anything. Now if that statement was not bad enough, all three of the kids happily ate all of their food. I am lucky to get them to eat anything other than fruit gummy snacks.
He can do nothing wrong in their eyes. Part of me really loves that. My dad is still superman. I know that kids grow out of that at some point, but I never really did, and I hope my girls don’t either. Their dad is one great dad.
But I never burnt grill cheese!
So why is it that when T-rex comes home for the weekend they only want him?! I turn into chopped liver. Oh you think I am overly sensitive on this??
Today T-rex made grill cheese and soup. He burnt the grill cheese, way burnt it!
Lilly: “its okay Daddy, you didn’t burn it as much as mommy does, she can’t cook anything.”
UGH! Well I have never burnt grill cheese as much as he did today. No matter that it’s true I can’t cook anything. Now if that statement was not bad enough, all three of the kids happily ate all of their food. I am lucky to get them to eat anything other than fruit gummy snacks.
He can do nothing wrong in their eyes. Part of me really loves that. My dad is still superman. I know that kids grow out of that at some point, but I never really did, and I hope my girls don’t either. Their dad is one great dad.
But I never burnt grill cheese!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Why do bad things always happen in threes?
I am so ready for training to be over!
Today the dishwasher flooded the basement. The paneling that is in the laundry room is ruined. The dishwasher is again useless. And there is a good chance I have poison mold growing infecting everyone.
The van did not start this morning. Well, rather, it took 4 tries to get it going today. It made that funny sound but never clicked over. Just sounds. We have been having issues with the driver side door, and I noticed it did not start when I had the door open, but once I closed the door it started. I don’t know much about cars but I am sure that the driver side door and the start are not connected. At least, I never had an issue with that before. I want a new car. I have never wanted something so much in my life. I want a new car so bad I cried. T-rex wants a motorcycle. I don’t want him to get a motorcycle, money aside; I think they are made to kill people. People should not drive at fast speeds without some kind of “wall” between them and the very hard ground. Also four wheels are better than two!
Then the end all, one of our hermit crabs died. I picked up his shell, like I do from time to time, and this little nasty crab thing fell right out. It made me jump, pee a little, and freak out a lot. I had to scoop him out of the tank thing and tell the girls. We buried him in the back yard. No one wanted to say any worlds. Poor crab died alone. Not that I cared he always snapped at me anyway. But Lilly is all upset, she says that it was her crab and she wants to keep his shell to remember him by. I told her no. I think it is gross. That made her sadder.
But what really ticked me off is the fact that I have to deal with all of this alone. When I called T-rex to tell him about the crab he just said “Well get rid of it.” Well DUH! But how about “Oh babe I am sorry. I will talk to the kids. Are you okay?” Nope he was playing games with the guys. Err! Not only do bad things have to happen in threes, but I have to deal with it all. Just today I told my mom I didn’t want to be a grown up anymore. She said “told you so” well not just like that but, but she would have! I would have too!
So, my three bad things for the week are out of the way!! Yippy! Good luck from here on out. If I could pick the three good things to happen, first I want a new car, then a new dishwasher, and for the kids to never want another pet again! Hey, a gal can dream right?
Today the dishwasher flooded the basement. The paneling that is in the laundry room is ruined. The dishwasher is again useless. And there is a good chance I have poison mold growing infecting everyone.
The van did not start this morning. Well, rather, it took 4 tries to get it going today. It made that funny sound but never clicked over. Just sounds. We have been having issues with the driver side door, and I noticed it did not start when I had the door open, but once I closed the door it started. I don’t know much about cars but I am sure that the driver side door and the start are not connected. At least, I never had an issue with that before. I want a new car. I have never wanted something so much in my life. I want a new car so bad I cried. T-rex wants a motorcycle. I don’t want him to get a motorcycle, money aside; I think they are made to kill people. People should not drive at fast speeds without some kind of “wall” between them and the very hard ground. Also four wheels are better than two!
Then the end all, one of our hermit crabs died. I picked up his shell, like I do from time to time, and this little nasty crab thing fell right out. It made me jump, pee a little, and freak out a lot. I had to scoop him out of the tank thing and tell the girls. We buried him in the back yard. No one wanted to say any worlds. Poor crab died alone. Not that I cared he always snapped at me anyway. But Lilly is all upset, she says that it was her crab and she wants to keep his shell to remember him by. I told her no. I think it is gross. That made her sadder.
But what really ticked me off is the fact that I have to deal with all of this alone. When I called T-rex to tell him about the crab he just said “Well get rid of it.” Well DUH! But how about “Oh babe I am sorry. I will talk to the kids. Are you okay?” Nope he was playing games with the guys. Err! Not only do bad things have to happen in threes, but I have to deal with it all. Just today I told my mom I didn’t want to be a grown up anymore. She said “told you so” well not just like that but, but she would have! I would have too!
So, my three bad things for the week are out of the way!! Yippy! Good luck from here on out. If I could pick the three good things to happen, first I want a new car, then a new dishwasher, and for the kids to never want another pet again! Hey, a gal can dream right?
Thursday, September 2, 2010
A day in the life. . .
This was my day today.
I got up to get Lilly off to school. Her first full day in first grade! She loves school. I hope she keeps that love for school for a long time. The goal is one month!
Dealt with a cranky Rae, she is working so hard on potty training. She peed all over the bathroom, and cried. I felt really bad for her, until I had to clean the bathroom.
Dino was also cranky because she didn’t get to go to school today. They do some odd stuff for Kindergartners here. She only goes a half a day in the afternoons, but the first week is all messed up.
Then I made up my mind to go out of town to do the grocery shopping. (Our town is small!) In my typical fashion I pick to go at the worst time ever! It was raining so hard, and there was road work on the evil bridge. So I had my fair share of adrenaline, which always makes me sick when I come down.
Once in town to do the shopping I ran into a million dumb drivers. (Yes we all know I cant drive, but at least I know the laws and stuff!) As I was cursing one driver out Dino yelled at me.
Dino: “Mom, you should not yell at the other drivers like that. You’re not that good of a driver either.”
Yeah how do you respond to a 5 year old who says that?
I just told her the other drivers were way worse than I was, and . . . um. . . let’s get juice at the store too.
That worked well enough.
Back home was busy cleaning and doing typical mom stuff. Yell at kids, clean table, yell at kids, clean bathroom, yell at kids, wash dishes by hand, and repeat.
The highlight of my day is when T-rex calls, okay so it is also a pain because he has the world’s worst timing on stuff. Today was even more of a pain because his phone kept dropping the call. So this is what I got. He is working on a case, he is the captain, there are dead bodies, he burned a bridge, and sitting on a house is no fun.
He is in training! But the way he talked it was a real case. I did a few more details than if it was a real case like “dead bodies” “burned a bridge” and “sitting on a house” All of that I would not have been told if it were real, but still he talked about it like everything was really going on. I guess they do that kind of training for a reason.
Yet he still kept a lot of details out. I think I might bug him about it this weekend, after all this might be the only time I get to know about a case, even if it is just for training.
Well that is about my day, deal with cranky kids, clean, panic, hear about dead bodies. Sounds like an average day around here. Now I am off to do my own homework.
I got up to get Lilly off to school. Her first full day in first grade! She loves school. I hope she keeps that love for school for a long time. The goal is one month!
Dealt with a cranky Rae, she is working so hard on potty training. She peed all over the bathroom, and cried. I felt really bad for her, until I had to clean the bathroom.
Dino was also cranky because she didn’t get to go to school today. They do some odd stuff for Kindergartners here. She only goes a half a day in the afternoons, but the first week is all messed up.
Then I made up my mind to go out of town to do the grocery shopping. (Our town is small!) In my typical fashion I pick to go at the worst time ever! It was raining so hard, and there was road work on the evil bridge. So I had my fair share of adrenaline, which always makes me sick when I come down.
Once in town to do the shopping I ran into a million dumb drivers. (Yes we all know I cant drive, but at least I know the laws and stuff!) As I was cursing one driver out Dino yelled at me.
Dino: “Mom, you should not yell at the other drivers like that. You’re not that good of a driver either.”
Yeah how do you respond to a 5 year old who says that?
I just told her the other drivers were way worse than I was, and . . . um. . . let’s get juice at the store too.
That worked well enough.
Back home was busy cleaning and doing typical mom stuff. Yell at kids, clean table, yell at kids, clean bathroom, yell at kids, wash dishes by hand, and repeat.
The highlight of my day is when T-rex calls, okay so it is also a pain because he has the world’s worst timing on stuff. Today was even more of a pain because his phone kept dropping the call. So this is what I got. He is working on a case, he is the captain, there are dead bodies, he burned a bridge, and sitting on a house is no fun.
He is in training! But the way he talked it was a real case. I did a few more details than if it was a real case like “dead bodies” “burned a bridge” and “sitting on a house” All of that I would not have been told if it were real, but still he talked about it like everything was really going on. I guess they do that kind of training for a reason.
Yet he still kept a lot of details out. I think I might bug him about it this weekend, after all this might be the only time I get to know about a case, even if it is just for training.
Well that is about my day, deal with cranky kids, clean, panic, hear about dead bodies. Sounds like an average day around here. Now I am off to do my own homework.
Monday, August 30, 2010
A police officer’s anniversary
7 long years, or short years, have passed from the day I said “I do”
Actually I had to say “I will” But whatever, at the end of the day I was Mrs. T-rex!
Well, like nearly every anniversary, T-rex is gone today. There was no way to get out of it, no way to make a great diner plan, have a party, or even a date just the two of us. Kids came quickly; Lilly was born 9 months to the day after our wedding.
So to celebrate T-rex and I went to the movie on Saturday, at 2 in the afternoon. (Somehow even that was still so romantic!)
Being the good wife, and because he got me flowers a few days before, I let him pick the movie. This was a VERY bad idea! Maybe it’s all men, but we watched the most “manly” movie ever! It’s called The Expendables. T-rex says if you watch that movie and don’t like it then you don’t have Balls.
Every 5 minutes into the movie someone was getting their butt kicked or something was blowing up. Cool guns were as much a staple to the movie as old time action heroes. Um yeah?! Like action guys who were big in the 80’s and stuff. The whole idea was to save the girl from the bad guys, to do this you must blow a lot of stuff up.
Now tell me is this romantic for a wedding anniversary? NO it is not! But I still had a great time! I hate sappy mush romantic stuff anyway. But a comedy clearly would have fit our marriage better. Although I think T-rex says a horror, or action movie fits just as well. I promise I threw my phoneat him next to him only once, and I still say if it was really at him I would have hit him!
Well T-rex I love you! I will be happy to put up with you for 77 more years! But, next year I get to pick the movie.
Actually I had to say “I will” But whatever, at the end of the day I was Mrs. T-rex!
Well, like nearly every anniversary, T-rex is gone today. There was no way to get out of it, no way to make a great diner plan, have a party, or even a date just the two of us. Kids came quickly; Lilly was born 9 months to the day after our wedding.
So to celebrate T-rex and I went to the movie on Saturday, at 2 in the afternoon. (Somehow even that was still so romantic!)
Being the good wife, and because he got me flowers a few days before, I let him pick the movie. This was a VERY bad idea! Maybe it’s all men, but we watched the most “manly” movie ever! It’s called The Expendables. T-rex says if you watch that movie and don’t like it then you don’t have Balls.
Every 5 minutes into the movie someone was getting their butt kicked or something was blowing up. Cool guns were as much a staple to the movie as old time action heroes. Um yeah?! Like action guys who were big in the 80’s and stuff. The whole idea was to save the girl from the bad guys, to do this you must blow a lot of stuff up.
Now tell me is this romantic for a wedding anniversary? NO it is not! But I still had a great time! I hate sappy mush romantic stuff anyway. But a comedy clearly would have fit our marriage better. Although I think T-rex says a horror, or action movie fits just as well. I promise I threw my phone
Well T-rex I love you! I will be happy to put up with you for 77 more years! But, next year I get to pick the movie.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Ah the smart one?
Maybe smart Aleck!
Bedtime is always a pain around here. I think it is for most parents!
Well with three different beds to make it to, three different rooms to get ready for bed time, three set of PJ’s to put on, and Three blankets to find I am often times ready for bed myself when it is all said and done.
First I put Lilly to bed, because her room is upstairs. She is also easy to get into bed. It is the same every night. ME: “You need to pick up your room tomorrow or I am going to come in and put everything in the trash!” LILLY: “Okay mommy. I will do better tomorrow (she never does but eh). I love you and daddy, have a good night.”
Doors closed, night light on, all other lights in the house off, and she is good to go! I could put her to bed all day long!
Then it is down stairs to where Rae and Dion sleep. This is not as easy! I put Rae to bed first, giving Dion time to get PJs on, her room picked up and whatever else she needs to do (Pee 145 times!). But during this time Dion will come into Rae’s room at least twice. This is a big pain in the butt. Rae has to have her room spotless! If anything is out of place she will freak out and we have to pick it up right away! One day I left a paper from a toy in room and she came running upstairs yelling and angrily put it in the trash only to yell at me some more “Mom! That! Does! NOT! Go! In my ROOM!” Yeah OCD does not start to explain this 2 year olds need for a clean room. But I am on to put Dion into bed about 10 minutes after Rae.
Dion is a different set of issues. Her room is mostly clean, but they don’t play in her room much. Her bed is always a mess, and there is never a sheet on the bed. This would bother me, the first million nights of putting a sheet on her bed. Anymore I lay a blanket down and call it good. She gets a new sheet once a week, and after that I am done! But the biggest issue with Dion is she loves to talk! “Mom why is the sky blue? Did I eat dirt as a baby? Do you think daddy will come home tomorrow? I miss daddy? WHAT? WHY? WHY? WHY?” Yeah about 15 minutes later she is ready for her hug and kisses, where she does not let go! I think I save her for last because she wears me out so much!
Well that was all done, and I was ready to get into bed myself when I hear Rae yell “MOM! I need a hug and kiss!”
ME: “I already gave you a hug and kiss, go to bed!”
Rae: “But they are gone!”
Me: “what?”
Rae: “I NEED A NEW HUG AND KISS!”
I made my way down to her room where she informed me that she didn’t have a hug and kiss anymore. . SEE?
UGH! How do you explain to a 2 year old that you don’t keep hugs and kisses, and that they don’t go anywhere?
So I gave her another kiss and hug, told her to keep them because I wasn’t going to come back down to give her more. To that she replied, with her little hands around my neck “You stay here ForEVER!”
Once I made room for me on her little toddler bed she looked at me and said “You go to yours own room”
So cute I couldn’t stop the smiles for about half an hour. Then T-rex called and as I was telling him about this I realized that she was using me to get more hugs and kisses, and to stay out of bed longer!
I mean really that’s either a very silly 2 year old to say my hug went away, or a very smart one!
I think we are moving into a smaller house, all the kids will share one room, no toys, and before bed time I am going to give them all lots of sugar, timing right so when its bedtime it’s also when they are crashing from the sugar high.
Bedtime is always a pain around here. I think it is for most parents!
Well with three different beds to make it to, three different rooms to get ready for bed time, three set of PJ’s to put on, and Three blankets to find I am often times ready for bed myself when it is all said and done.
First I put Lilly to bed, because her room is upstairs. She is also easy to get into bed. It is the same every night. ME: “You need to pick up your room tomorrow or I am going to come in and put everything in the trash!” LILLY: “Okay mommy. I will do better tomorrow (she never does but eh). I love you and daddy, have a good night.”
Doors closed, night light on, all other lights in the house off, and she is good to go! I could put her to bed all day long!
Then it is down stairs to where Rae and Dion sleep. This is not as easy! I put Rae to bed first, giving Dion time to get PJs on, her room picked up and whatever else she needs to do (Pee 145 times!). But during this time Dion will come into Rae’s room at least twice. This is a big pain in the butt. Rae has to have her room spotless! If anything is out of place she will freak out and we have to pick it up right away! One day I left a paper from a toy in room and she came running upstairs yelling and angrily put it in the trash only to yell at me some more “Mom! That! Does! NOT! Go! In my ROOM!” Yeah OCD does not start to explain this 2 year olds need for a clean room. But I am on to put Dion into bed about 10 minutes after Rae.
Dion is a different set of issues. Her room is mostly clean, but they don’t play in her room much. Her bed is always a mess, and there is never a sheet on the bed. This would bother me, the first million nights of putting a sheet on her bed. Anymore I lay a blanket down and call it good. She gets a new sheet once a week, and after that I am done! But the biggest issue with Dion is she loves to talk! “Mom why is the sky blue? Did I eat dirt as a baby? Do you think daddy will come home tomorrow? I miss daddy? WHAT? WHY? WHY? WHY?” Yeah about 15 minutes later she is ready for her hug and kisses, where she does not let go! I think I save her for last because she wears me out so much!
Well that was all done, and I was ready to get into bed myself when I hear Rae yell “MOM! I need a hug and kiss!”
ME: “I already gave you a hug and kiss, go to bed!”
Rae: “But they are gone!”
Me: “what?”
Rae: “I NEED A NEW HUG AND KISS!”
I made my way down to her room where she informed me that she didn’t have a hug and kiss anymore. . SEE?
UGH! How do you explain to a 2 year old that you don’t keep hugs and kisses, and that they don’t go anywhere?
So I gave her another kiss and hug, told her to keep them because I wasn’t going to come back down to give her more. To that she replied, with her little hands around my neck “You stay here ForEVER!”
Once I made room for me on her little toddler bed she looked at me and said “You go to yours own room”
So cute I couldn’t stop the smiles for about half an hour. Then T-rex called and as I was telling him about this I realized that she was using me to get more hugs and kisses, and to stay out of bed longer!
I mean really that’s either a very silly 2 year old to say my hug went away, or a very smart one!
I think we are moving into a smaller house, all the kids will share one room, no toys, and before bed time I am going to give them all lots of sugar, timing right so when its bedtime it’s also when they are crashing from the sugar high.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Going to see T-rex
I drove 2 hours to see T-rex for only 2 short hours to drive back home again!
Tuesday I got all the kids in the car for the long drive to see T-rex at the academy. The drive down there was not bad, it was about noon when we started our long trip, but the kids always do well in the car. With just one stop I thought we were making great time. I knew T-rex didn’t get out until 5, but thought the kids would enjoy the museum.
T-rex called about 30 minutes into the trip. I guess he heard the GPS, because he said “I don’t know but I have a feeling you are on your way down here.” I didn’t know what to think! Some quick thinking left me to lie to T-rex. Lilly did not like that at all! I knew I should not have picked up the phone!
The museum was great! At least I thought so; the kids didn’t like it that much. It was getting near 5 so we started our way to the academy. Only to get lost! We got there around 5:15. I thought we had enough time to get T-rex and go out to eat. Only he didn’t pick up his phone! And no one knew where he was.
When I got him on the phone I lied again about a note in his truck to get him to come outside, there the kids were all sitting on his truck and yelled “Surprise!” they loved it. Turns out he had already eaten; they let the guys eat early today because at 6 they were getting tased. I was very sad at this. He had not even showered yet, and because I didn’t let him know that we were going to be there he didn’t get permission for us to go to his room.
He set us up in the commons room, full of cops, so he could shower and then we would get together with his parents for diner. This was fine with me I could use a minute to sit down, and the kids could use a minute out of the car. And all of this would have been great. But Dino! Dino is the only kid I know who could run into a room full of cops, act like a monkey, with sounds and everything, and not care at all. She loved it! She asked everyone if they were a cop. They all smiled and said yes. Lilly sat there and giggled at everyone. Rae acted more like I would have, she asked me to hold her and just sat there.
It is so strange how different they all act. I also think it’s a little strange that they are so comfortable with people who have guns and can send you to jail! I think they all just remind me of my Dad so much I am afraid to get grounded. Something about a cop just yells “Go to your room!” Yep even T-rex at times, like when I am trying to surprise him, I feel so guilty about it.
We had a great trip, the diner was good. The drive home was not bad, only one missed turn but I got back around just fine. I feel bad for T-rex having to make that drive every week. But it was well worth it.
Tuesday I got all the kids in the car for the long drive to see T-rex at the academy. The drive down there was not bad, it was about noon when we started our long trip, but the kids always do well in the car. With just one stop I thought we were making great time. I knew T-rex didn’t get out until 5, but thought the kids would enjoy the museum.
T-rex called about 30 minutes into the trip. I guess he heard the GPS, because he said “I don’t know but I have a feeling you are on your way down here.” I didn’t know what to think! Some quick thinking left me to lie to T-rex. Lilly did not like that at all! I knew I should not have picked up the phone!
The museum was great! At least I thought so; the kids didn’t like it that much. It was getting near 5 so we started our way to the academy. Only to get lost! We got there around 5:15. I thought we had enough time to get T-rex and go out to eat. Only he didn’t pick up his phone! And no one knew where he was.
When I got him on the phone I lied again about a note in his truck to get him to come outside, there the kids were all sitting on his truck and yelled “Surprise!” they loved it. Turns out he had already eaten; they let the guys eat early today because at 6 they were getting tased. I was very sad at this. He had not even showered yet, and because I didn’t let him know that we were going to be there he didn’t get permission for us to go to his room.
He set us up in the commons room, full of cops, so he could shower and then we would get together with his parents for diner. This was fine with me I could use a minute to sit down, and the kids could use a minute out of the car. And all of this would have been great. But Dino! Dino is the only kid I know who could run into a room full of cops, act like a monkey, with sounds and everything, and not care at all. She loved it! She asked everyone if they were a cop. They all smiled and said yes. Lilly sat there and giggled at everyone. Rae acted more like I would have, she asked me to hold her and just sat there.
It is so strange how different they all act. I also think it’s a little strange that they are so comfortable with people who have guns and can send you to jail! I think they all just remind me of my Dad so much I am afraid to get grounded. Something about a cop just yells “Go to your room!” Yep even T-rex at times, like when I am trying to surprise him, I feel so guilty about it.
We had a great trip, the diner was good. The drive home was not bad, only one missed turn but I got back around just fine. I feel bad for T-rex having to make that drive every week. But it was well worth it.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
UGH!
Yep Ugh! Not much to post about today, only because I have not had a moment to write things out.
Drove the million hours to see T-rex at the academy today. Nice surprise for him. Even if we were only able to see each other for a few hours. It was very nice, and the kids had a great time! Even Dino. I think Dino is the only child in the world who can walk into a room full of cops and start to run around action like a monkey .. no really a monkey with sounds and everything!
Well, more on our great trip to see T-rex later. For now I am off to bed, because UGH it has been a long day! Hope everyone is having a great weekend!
Drove the million hours to see T-rex at the academy today. Nice surprise for him. Even if we were only able to see each other for a few hours. It was very nice, and the kids had a great time! Even Dino. I think Dino is the only child in the world who can walk into a room full of cops and start to run around action like a monkey .. no really a monkey with sounds and everything!
Well, more on our great trip to see T-rex later. For now I am off to bed, because UGH it has been a long day! Hope everyone is having a great weekend!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Lets go swimming
Image via WikipediaBut we went today. And I was having an okay time. Alright, it was a good time. Rae and I were near the edge where it has what’s called a zero entry, so it’s all safe and stuff. She loves it, I didn’t have to stress about her. Dino wanted to do the slides so T-rex would take her over there and I would watch Rae act like a fish and Lilly would try to see as far as she could go out before getting afraid. Great times.
Everyone was having fun and happy, well, almost everyone. One dad must have had too much coffee, or something. His son was about 8 or so, and wanted to do the slides. Dad said sure, I will be right over here. Dad then starts to look at hot girls in little clothes. Great Dad! The son goes down the slide and hits the water going under for just a minute.The boy then starts to yell “HELP”. He was clearly afraid.
Now it’s clear that this boy is fine, he is above the water, and if my 5 year old can go down the slide a million times with no issue, (she can’t swim but can walk to the wall) then this boy can. But he is a little freaked out. Panic was in his eyes. The whole time Dad is too far away to really help and the lifeguard is just sitting there, I mean this guy didn’t even move, lean in to talk to the boy, or nothing the lifeguard just sat there.
Well that got dads attention. Dad stomps over there and starts to yell at the lifeguard “Hey you A** F***! Don’t you see that kid yelling for help?!”
Now at this point part of me is like way to go dad! The parent in me was very ticked off that the lifeguard didn’t at least wiggle a butt cheek to check on this kid. Then the Cop’s wife in me kicks in and I start to wonder what Dad can be charged with. Another part of me is too busy laughing at that combination of cursing to really care.
If it were not for T-rex I could have just been happy the dad said something. But now I see him as a criminal. It’s not fair! Why can’t I just enjoy a good show anymore?
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
You let our kids watch that?!
Why, yes I do!
T-rex came home for the weekend and noticed the kids were watching some movie made in the 80s about a unicorn, it’s called “The Last Unicorn
” if you really want to look it up. Anyway it has a wizard (which I am not too giddy about) some unicorns and other things, the wizard turns the unicorn into a naked girl (You don’t see anything) and then some other stuff happens, I don’t think I have ever actually seen the whole thing in order. We got it from my best friend, she loved it as a kid, and that was good enough for me. Okay I did check to make sure it wasn’t rated R first! And that it wasn’t going to be anything too bad. It’s not. At least I don’t think it is bad for a few 5 year old girls.
But, T-rex nearly flipped out! I guess there is a part where a tree turns into an old woman, and the wizard boy gets stuck in her, um, chest. The “woman” is still a tree. So the, um, chest is still wood. Oh gosh that might be bad!
Anyway it’s a dumb cartoon, and the kids like it. It reminded me of the old cartoons I would watch with my dad. Now I can already see him turning red. Sorry Dad!!! We would watch bugs bunny and stuff all the time. I would sit there and laugh at the right times, my dad on the other hand would laugh at the wrong times. I didn’t really understand this as a kid. When I got older and watched some of the cartoons we would watch together I got it. They add a lot of grownup humor to those things! I think they did it just so the grownups could stomach them. Now the cartoons are so boring! It is all little puffy pink things playing nice and talking about “going green” or “being nice.” So bad for kids I think. Whatever happened to the good old days? The days when the roadrunner got away, speedy shot something, and the cat got the tar beaten out of him for eating the bird.
People must of gotten all worried about a horse turning into a girl, no duh she didn’t have clothes on she was a horse two seconds ago! The kids don’t even notice it, it’s not wrong in their world. Like I said you didn’t see anything, the cartoon people didn’t make a big deal out of it. It was just something added for the poor grownups that are forced to watch the same thing a million times. Our dirty minds must get a kick out of it.
Now in T-rex’s defense he will not read any Little Red Riding Hood
book that does not have the wolf being hacked to death by the woodsman. For that he earns a point in my parent handbook. Mostly cause that’s how I grew up with the story. OHH and our preschool taught the kids the song “the wheels on the bus.” You know the part where the mom tells the baby to shh shh shh. . . well now it’s different. It goes “the daddy on the bus says ‘I love you’, ‘I love you’. NOW COME ON! Maybe I am just not with it, but I don’t think everything needs to be “babied” down.
What got me the most about T-rex not really liking the movie is the fact that because of him our kids have seen stuff they should not have. I hate to say my children have seen more than their fair share of criminals in action including, a heat camera video of a criminal killing himself. I am happy they are still too young to really understand, and it’s not like T-rex says “Hey kids come watch what dumb people do!” (Yet anyway) They have just climbed on him when he is doing homework or something. So whatever, I am sure that stuff like that is going to happen in a house where a cop lives. For the most part they are protected from that stuff. But part of me is happy they are getting some of it, after all everything else in their world is so fluffy and pink.
T-rex came home for the weekend and noticed the kids were watching some movie made in the 80s about a unicorn, it’s called “The Last Unicorn
” if you really want to look it up. Anyway it has a wizard (which I am not too giddy about) some unicorns and other things, the wizard turns the unicorn into a naked girl (You don’t see anything) and then some other stuff happens, I don’t think I have ever actually seen the whole thing in order. We got it from my best friend, she loved it as a kid, and that was good enough for me. Okay I did check to make sure it wasn’t rated R first! And that it wasn’t going to be anything too bad. It’s not. At least I don’t think it is bad for a few 5 year old girls. But, T-rex nearly flipped out! I guess there is a part where a tree turns into an old woman, and the wizard boy gets stuck in her, um, chest. The “woman” is still a tree. So the, um, chest is still wood. Oh gosh that might be bad!
Anyway it’s a dumb cartoon, and the kids like it. It reminded me of the old cartoons I would watch with my dad. Now I can already see him turning red. Sorry Dad!!! We would watch bugs bunny and stuff all the time. I would sit there and laugh at the right times, my dad on the other hand would laugh at the wrong times. I didn’t really understand this as a kid. When I got older and watched some of the cartoons we would watch together I got it. They add a lot of grownup humor to those things! I think they did it just so the grownups could stomach them. Now the cartoons are so boring! It is all little puffy pink things playing nice and talking about “going green” or “being nice.” So bad for kids I think. Whatever happened to the good old days? The days when the roadrunner got away, speedy shot something, and the cat got the tar beaten out of him for eating the bird.
People must of gotten all worried about a horse turning into a girl, no duh she didn’t have clothes on she was a horse two seconds ago! The kids don’t even notice it, it’s not wrong in their world. Like I said you didn’t see anything, the cartoon people didn’t make a big deal out of it. It was just something added for the poor grownups that are forced to watch the same thing a million times. Our dirty minds must get a kick out of it.
Now in T-rex’s defense he will not read any Little Red Riding Hood
book that does not have the wolf being hacked to death by the woodsman. For that he earns a point in my parent handbook. Mostly cause that’s how I grew up with the story. OHH and our preschool taught the kids the song “the wheels on the bus.” You know the part where the mom tells the baby to shh shh shh. . . well now it’s different. It goes “the daddy on the bus says ‘I love you’, ‘I love you’. NOW COME ON! Maybe I am just not with it, but I don’t think everything needs to be “babied” down. What got me the most about T-rex not really liking the movie is the fact that because of him our kids have seen stuff they should not have. I hate to say my children have seen more than their fair share of criminals in action including, a heat camera video of a criminal killing himself. I am happy they are still too young to really understand, and it’s not like T-rex says “Hey kids come watch what dumb people do!” (Yet anyway) They have just climbed on him when he is doing homework or something. So whatever, I am sure that stuff like that is going to happen in a house where a cop lives. For the most part they are protected from that stuff. But part of me is happy they are getting some of it, after all everything else in their world is so fluffy and pink.
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