waiting
There is a place that is literally waiting for me. There are trees with beautiful pink Roses that hold their breath for me. Where the wind blows, circling, searching for me. A crystal clear stream runs through it waiting to splash my toes. Grass so soft and green it begs me to roll in it. This place longs to hear my laugh, to feel my touch, to have me. God waits for me.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Christmas Traditions
Christmas Traditions
Everyone has family Christmas traditions. In our family they weren't big and high scale, they were a bunch of small special moments that when put all together made up our own unique tradition.
Our first sign of Christmas as kids was when a very BIG very special piece of mail came. Drum roll please....................the "J.C. Penny Catalog"! Oh yes. We each grabbed our own color marker and turned the pages very carefully to the toy section. There on those beautiful glossy pages we circled and circled and circled some more until our hands cramped and the markers went dry. We knew we couldn't get all those toys but it was so much fun to wish and let our imaginations go. After all Santa needed lots of ideas and who knew maybe Santa would run out of a certain toy and would need more ideas. After we were done circling we would go back and look again throughout the days before Christmas. Our next order of business was to watch as many Christmas specials on TV as possible. Now when we were Christmas rookies we didn't have VCR's to tape shows and we only had about 13 channels to choose from and no remotes. So we picked one at a time. Our favorites were "A Charlie Brown Christmas" and the Little House on the Prairie Christmas. Then there were all the old classics.
Now the real anticipation starts with the last day of school before Christmas break. Everyone delighted in their Christmas parties and dreamed of our two weeks of vacation. That weekend Mom and Dad would bundle us up and stuff us in the car at night and we'd drive around aimlessly looking for Christmas lights. To make it more interesting Dad would have us all ooh and aah at all the pretty lights. The more we liked them the louder and longer the "OOOH" and "AHHH"s became.
Next came Christmas Eve Every year we went to Mema and Pop pop's house for our family Christmas party. Everyone brought their gifts for the exchange and put them under the tree. It was soooo beautiful! All the reds and greens and all kinds of bows. Once our eyeballs were tired of taking over our senses our nostrils were overcome by smells so sumptuous our mouths began to water. Mema is the best cook in the south! She made Roast Beef, Ham, and a Turkey. Sweet potatoes,green beans, black eyed peas, mashed potatoes, and all kinds of deserts. On top of all that were the dishes all the Aunts and Uncles brought along. It was a FEAST! Soon after dinner it was time to open presents and we all gathered by the tree. After everyone had a gift in their lap it was time to open them at which time a lot of joy was heard around the room. A little while later we said our good byes to family and headed home. We didn't mind because we knew the faster we fell asleep the faster Santa came:) Once we were dressed for bed the phone would ring. Mom would answer and tell us it was Santa from the North Pole! Mom would pass the phone to Jeff, then me and then Becky. We couldn't wait to say hello! That done we would run to our rooms and snuggle under our covers and try our best to fall asleep quickly.
I think the best part of Christmas is that moment when you first crack open your eyes and it dawns on you, "It's Christmas morning!! PRESENTS!" I remember being a little afraid of going out all by myself so I would wake up Becky and then go get Jeff. Then we would all peek at the presents under the sparkling tree. Then we ran and jumped on mom and dad so they would wake up:) They would always act like it was too early but we knew they were just as excited. We saw their smiles and we knew they were watching us. It was a time of joy and fun and most of all LOVE. When all the gifts were opened mom and dad would repeat the love story about baby Jesus so we would never forget why we celebrate Christmas.
Now we've started new family traditions upon our old ones. We still drive around to look at lights and give our ratings of "OOH" and "AHH", Christmas movies are in plenty, Santa still calls and most importantly Jesus is loved.
Everyone has family Christmas traditions. In our family they weren't big and high scale, they were a bunch of small special moments that when put all together made up our own unique tradition.
Our first sign of Christmas as kids was when a very BIG very special piece of mail came. Drum roll please....................the "J.C. Penny Catalog"! Oh yes. We each grabbed our own color marker and turned the pages very carefully to the toy section. There on those beautiful glossy pages we circled and circled and circled some more until our hands cramped and the markers went dry. We knew we couldn't get all those toys but it was so much fun to wish and let our imaginations go. After all Santa needed lots of ideas and who knew maybe Santa would run out of a certain toy and would need more ideas. After we were done circling we would go back and look again throughout the days before Christmas. Our next order of business was to watch as many Christmas specials on TV as possible. Now when we were Christmas rookies we didn't have VCR's to tape shows and we only had about 13 channels to choose from and no remotes. So we picked one at a time. Our favorites were "A Charlie Brown Christmas" and the Little House on the Prairie Christmas. Then there were all the old classics.
Now the real anticipation starts with the last day of school before Christmas break. Everyone delighted in their Christmas parties and dreamed of our two weeks of vacation. That weekend Mom and Dad would bundle us up and stuff us in the car at night and we'd drive around aimlessly looking for Christmas lights. To make it more interesting Dad would have us all ooh and aah at all the pretty lights. The more we liked them the louder and longer the "OOOH" and "AHHH"s became.
Next came Christmas Eve Every year we went to Mema and Pop pop's house for our family Christmas party. Everyone brought their gifts for the exchange and put them under the tree. It was soooo beautiful! All the reds and greens and all kinds of bows. Once our eyeballs were tired of taking over our senses our nostrils were overcome by smells so sumptuous our mouths began to water. Mema is the best cook in the south! She made Roast Beef, Ham, and a Turkey. Sweet potatoes,green beans, black eyed peas, mashed potatoes, and all kinds of deserts. On top of all that were the dishes all the Aunts and Uncles brought along. It was a FEAST! Soon after dinner it was time to open presents and we all gathered by the tree. After everyone had a gift in their lap it was time to open them at which time a lot of joy was heard around the room. A little while later we said our good byes to family and headed home. We didn't mind because we knew the faster we fell asleep the faster Santa came:) Once we were dressed for bed the phone would ring. Mom would answer and tell us it was Santa from the North Pole! Mom would pass the phone to Jeff, then me and then Becky. We couldn't wait to say hello! That done we would run to our rooms and snuggle under our covers and try our best to fall asleep quickly.
I think the best part of Christmas is that moment when you first crack open your eyes and it dawns on you, "It's Christmas morning!! PRESENTS!" I remember being a little afraid of going out all by myself so I would wake up Becky and then go get Jeff. Then we would all peek at the presents under the sparkling tree. Then we ran and jumped on mom and dad so they would wake up:) They would always act like it was too early but we knew they were just as excited. We saw their smiles and we knew they were watching us. It was a time of joy and fun and most of all LOVE. When all the gifts were opened mom and dad would repeat the love story about baby Jesus so we would never forget why we celebrate Christmas.
Now we've started new family traditions upon our old ones. We still drive around to look at lights and give our ratings of "OOH" and "AHH", Christmas movies are in plenty, Santa still calls and most importantly Jesus is loved.
Loose Change
Loose Change
This is an old school story that my parents have told us a few times and I think that most of us could commiserate with them in this moment of their newly married life.
It was a HOT summer weekend when Bruce and Rosie were two newly marrieds. They lived in an itsy bitsy teeny weeny (not bikini) house. Apparently it only took one step to get from one side of the kitchen to the other. It was a one bedroom with a small living area and tiny bathroom. Rosie was a new teacher in the public school system teaching middle school hellions. She did her best to keep the kids in the classroom. Like angling her desk in front of the door so they would have to run directly past her to get out. Kids still managed to jump out the open second story window in the summer time. With no air conditioning she wasn't able to keep it closed. See I told you they were Hellions. When kids were disrupting the class too much she would have to send them to the principles office. One day the janitor approached Rosie and told her, "Don't send the kids to the principles office when they're bad. They like it there because he has a window unit, send them to me in the boiler room." So from that point on that's where the kids went. Needless to say her class improved after that. Bruce worked at a print shop running press. It's a very hard and loud job. So on this particular Saturday Rosie and Bruce decided to treat themselves to a cold fizzy soda. They looked all over the house which wasn't a lot for loose change. They finally found what they needed in the couch cushions and headed off to the convenient store. They bought an ice cold coke and walked home with it laughing and excited to get in the house to enjoy their treasure. Bruce held the coke in one hand and got his keys out with the other. As he moved his hand to push in the key the coke bottle slid out from his hand and onto the cement porch crashing and gushing fizzy coke by their hot feet. OH! the HORROR! What disappointment! Somehow they made it through the weekend and lived many happy years together. Some days with a Coke some days without.
This is an old school story that my parents have told us a few times and I think that most of us could commiserate with them in this moment of their newly married life.
It was a HOT summer weekend when Bruce and Rosie were two newly marrieds. They lived in an itsy bitsy teeny weeny (not bikini) house. Apparently it only took one step to get from one side of the kitchen to the other. It was a one bedroom with a small living area and tiny bathroom. Rosie was a new teacher in the public school system teaching middle school hellions. She did her best to keep the kids in the classroom. Like angling her desk in front of the door so they would have to run directly past her to get out. Kids still managed to jump out the open second story window in the summer time. With no air conditioning she wasn't able to keep it closed. See I told you they were Hellions. When kids were disrupting the class too much she would have to send them to the principles office. One day the janitor approached Rosie and told her, "Don't send the kids to the principles office when they're bad. They like it there because he has a window unit, send them to me in the boiler room." So from that point on that's where the kids went. Needless to say her class improved after that. Bruce worked at a print shop running press. It's a very hard and loud job. So on this particular Saturday Rosie and Bruce decided to treat themselves to a cold fizzy soda. They looked all over the house which wasn't a lot for loose change. They finally found what they needed in the couch cushions and headed off to the convenient store. They bought an ice cold coke and walked home with it laughing and excited to get in the house to enjoy their treasure. Bruce held the coke in one hand and got his keys out with the other. As he moved his hand to push in the key the coke bottle slid out from his hand and onto the cement porch crashing and gushing fizzy coke by their hot feet. OH! the HORROR! What disappointment! Somehow they made it through the weekend and lived many happy years together. Some days with a Coke some days without.
What Ever Happened to Bob White?
What ever happened to Bob White??
When I was in the sixth grade the forest we would go for walks in was cut down. A developer bought it and built 100's of homes clumped together. That meant no more family walks to the 7-11 to buy treats. In the forest we had our own monkey vine to swing on and Dad would always make calls to Bob White and Bob White would always answer back. In case you don't know who Bob White is...he is a bird:) Dad whistled one long flat note followed by a quick short high note. Sure enough Bob White would whistle back and sounded just like Dad. We would try our hand at it but Dad was the only one who had the knack for it. I still don't know how to whistle...I can suck air in and it sounds like a whistle but technically I guess I'm not actually whistling.
Anyway....It wasn't long before we saw the neon orange and yellow markers tied to the trees and soon after that we heard machines pushing over our trees. It was very sad but we made do. After the trees were gone and it rained there were acres of MUD!!!! Dry mud and wet mud. This was awesome for riding bikes! Mom would walk down with us and stand by as we wheeled our way around and tore up earth. One day after it had rained there were mud puddles galore. Jeff and I begged mom to let us jump in and being a country girl herself she said, "Yes." So we took off our shoes and socks then stood on the cracked edge of heavenly bliss. Jeff and I held hands and counted to three. Jumped as high as we could and came smashing down into the cool fantastic muddiness that was mud! We were in mud above our knees. Such giggling and joy we had that day...it was a kids dream...at least these two kids. We tried our best to walk but didn't make it too far so we picked it up in our hands and squished it through our fingers, made balls and plunged our arms into it. When it was time to go Mom pulled us out and when we got back home she hosed us off which was another kind of fun.
It's sorta like that saying, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." except this would be, "When developers tear down your forests, make mud puddles."
When I was in the sixth grade the forest we would go for walks in was cut down. A developer bought it and built 100's of homes clumped together. That meant no more family walks to the 7-11 to buy treats. In the forest we had our own monkey vine to swing on and Dad would always make calls to Bob White and Bob White would always answer back. In case you don't know who Bob White is...he is a bird:) Dad whistled one long flat note followed by a quick short high note. Sure enough Bob White would whistle back and sounded just like Dad. We would try our hand at it but Dad was the only one who had the knack for it. I still don't know how to whistle...I can suck air in and it sounds like a whistle but technically I guess I'm not actually whistling.
Anyway....It wasn't long before we saw the neon orange and yellow markers tied to the trees and soon after that we heard machines pushing over our trees. It was very sad but we made do. After the trees were gone and it rained there were acres of MUD!!!! Dry mud and wet mud. This was awesome for riding bikes! Mom would walk down with us and stand by as we wheeled our way around and tore up earth. One day after it had rained there were mud puddles galore. Jeff and I begged mom to let us jump in and being a country girl herself she said, "Yes." So we took off our shoes and socks then stood on the cracked edge of heavenly bliss. Jeff and I held hands and counted to three. Jumped as high as we could and came smashing down into the cool fantastic muddiness that was mud! We were in mud above our knees. Such giggling and joy we had that day...it was a kids dream...at least these two kids. We tried our best to walk but didn't make it too far so we picked it up in our hands and squished it through our fingers, made balls and plunged our arms into it. When it was time to go Mom pulled us out and when we got back home she hosed us off which was another kind of fun.
It's sorta like that saying, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." except this would be, "When developers tear down your forests, make mud puddles."
A lesson for me
A lesson for me
I was talking to Jesus and praying for my friends and family and the hurting children all over the world. I can't see their faces or know there names but I ache for all of them. I implored Him, "Lord please come now...for the children, for all of us Lord," "Why wait any longer?" was the question in the back of my mind and he heard it (or course He did, He's God) and he said to me, "Because of the unsaved" He's waiting for the unsaved to turn to Him. I think we can help in God's return by talking to those around us about Jesus. We can't make up their minds but we can at least make them think, plant God's word.
I was also thinking about those precious and innocent children that die from sickness and starvation and murders around the world and God comforted me by letting me know...He knows about it and He loves them too...they don't die in vain...they are His children and when they die they are immediately in his Kingdom. Their suffering here is forgotten by them but not by God and He rewards them for their strength and suffering. They will be hungry no more, they will be sad no more, they will want for nothing. Praise the Lord! Our time here is so short, our suffering seems like it lasts forever but we are wrong. It lasts but for a short time and when we meet Jesus it will all be worth it. For we are all sinners and we don't even deserve Jesus but He loves us and takes us and doesn't hold our sins against us...no guilt trips either. Does that mean our efforts to feed the starving, and cloth the poor and help our brothers and sisters is in vain??? NO!!! God works through us to help his people (That's all of us).
Last night Gabe was asleep in his crib and I stood over him praying that God would just clear Gabe's nose free from snot so he could breath and sleep through the night. I waited a few seconds to hear it all of the sudden disappear. Then I felt really silly...God helped me see that no Suzie I don't just magically make people better "I can and sometimes do, but not all the time" "Why?" I thought. "Because then you would never learn how to do things on your own. We need to work together." he told me. Wow...I already knew that but I had forgotten. I wanted God to do it. so what did I do next??? I got the vaporizer out and filled it with water and put it in Gabe's room to clear his nose. Did Gabe sleep through the night??? No. It took a long time to get him comfortable and to bed. Yes I was frustrated that I didn't get my alone time to relax and I even got mad. I also understood that it wasn't God's fault. Sometimes (a lot of the times) kids get sick and their bodies have to learn how to fight off infections so they are healthier in the long run. If God healed us of all of our sicknesses right away our bodies and minds wouldn't be able to function in this world. So thank you Lord for teaching me again:)
I was talking to Jesus and praying for my friends and family and the hurting children all over the world. I can't see their faces or know there names but I ache for all of them. I implored Him, "Lord please come now...for the children, for all of us Lord," "Why wait any longer?" was the question in the back of my mind and he heard it (or course He did, He's God) and he said to me, "Because of the unsaved" He's waiting for the unsaved to turn to Him. I think we can help in God's return by talking to those around us about Jesus. We can't make up their minds but we can at least make them think, plant God's word.
I was also thinking about those precious and innocent children that die from sickness and starvation and murders around the world and God comforted me by letting me know...He knows about it and He loves them too...they don't die in vain...they are His children and when they die they are immediately in his Kingdom. Their suffering here is forgotten by them but not by God and He rewards them for their strength and suffering. They will be hungry no more, they will be sad no more, they will want for nothing. Praise the Lord! Our time here is so short, our suffering seems like it lasts forever but we are wrong. It lasts but for a short time and when we meet Jesus it will all be worth it. For we are all sinners and we don't even deserve Jesus but He loves us and takes us and doesn't hold our sins against us...no guilt trips either. Does that mean our efforts to feed the starving, and cloth the poor and help our brothers and sisters is in vain??? NO!!! God works through us to help his people (That's all of us).
Last night Gabe was asleep in his crib and I stood over him praying that God would just clear Gabe's nose free from snot so he could breath and sleep through the night. I waited a few seconds to hear it all of the sudden disappear. Then I felt really silly...God helped me see that no Suzie I don't just magically make people better "I can and sometimes do, but not all the time" "Why?" I thought. "Because then you would never learn how to do things on your own. We need to work together." he told me. Wow...I already knew that but I had forgotten. I wanted God to do it. so what did I do next??? I got the vaporizer out and filled it with water and put it in Gabe's room to clear his nose. Did Gabe sleep through the night??? No. It took a long time to get him comfortable and to bed. Yes I was frustrated that I didn't get my alone time to relax and I even got mad. I also understood that it wasn't God's fault. Sometimes (a lot of the times) kids get sick and their bodies have to learn how to fight off infections so they are healthier in the long run. If God healed us of all of our sicknesses right away our bodies and minds wouldn't be able to function in this world. So thank you Lord for teaching me again:)
Dogs, Flyswatters and Soap. OH MY!
Dogs, Flyswatters and soap oh my!
Let's see my 30th blog...that's a lot. I still have a lot to write about and it's hard to pick just one thing. I have SO many memories of my childhood because it was so much FUN! Life was good. It still is but now that I'm an adult with a family I have a lot of responsibility and I know what's going on in the world around me. So we try our best to still have fun and I think it's going pretty well:)
I thought about our babysitter today and with that thought came a lot of memories. Her name was Charlotte and she had a husband named Donny and three teenage kids, two girls and a boy. There was also an old old old old (did I say old?) lady...well more like dragon that lived under the floor boards...okay okay in an apartment in the basement. Charlotte's house was not fun. She had old plastic toys most of which were dull and brown and missing pieces. Looking through the toy box is comparable with you as an adult looking in the refrigerator several times within seconds hoping to find some new delicious snack that magically appeared while you shut the door. Same outcome at Charlotte's...sigh and shut the lid. Thankfully we were not the only inmates. There were others! some younger some older. Some kids were lucky and only had to come after school. Besides the lack of toys we also had a sweltering backyard to play in. Her backyard was fenced in and once again was devoid of toys. I think I remember a tennis ball and a racket. There was only one tree in her yard and that was next to the neighbor's 6 ft. fence. On the other side of this fence lived a snarling barking dog that wanted to eat us. So we would sit under the tree in the shade and listen to the dog next door scratch at the ground and fence trying it's best to get to us and rip us to shreds. We would make up stories about the dog or dare each other to throw something over the fence. I'm happy to say that no one was ever eaten. When Charlotte was done making us suffer in the heat she would call us in for lunch that our parents packed in lunch boxes. Inside those lunchboxes were our thermoses full of heavenly Kool-aid tropical fruit punch. We were dieing for a drink! Charlotte made it very clear that we had to eat all our food before we could drink and if we drank it all before our food was eaten we weren't' allowed anything else to drink! (I do believe this is why I don't drink until I'm done w/my dinner to this day) There was a girl named Terry who was Jeff's age so like 7 and she was fearless. She wasn't afraid of the old lady in the basement but we were. Sometimes Charlotte would make us go down into the basement where all her shelves were stacked with stuff. The old lady lived on the other half and if we weren't quiet she would come out and hold up her fly swatter and threaten us with it. One day Terry rebelled and knocked on the old lady's door. We all ran behind some shelves and out came the lady and chased Terry around swatting her legs. Talk about Frightening:) Another time we were put in the basement I had to go pee really really bad but I was afraid to go upstairs to the bathroom because Charlotte had told us to stay put. All the kids were urging me to go up...I made it half way up the basement stairs and then couldn't hold it any longer:( poor me...I had to go up and tell her what I had done. So she huffed at me but said I should have gone upstairs. I think I should have told my parents all this stuff a long time ago but I didn't.
Overall Charlotte was a nice lady but times were different and that was normal...I guess. Charlotte's husband was tall, thin and white haired. He LOVED to tickle me and I HATED him tickling me. He thought it was the funniest thing. I remember one time my parents had to leave us there over night because Nanny had died. I remember wanting to cry my eyes out or wish myself into my parents car as they pulled away. I clung to my mom's leg as Danny stretched his arms out for me as he sat on the couch making tickling motions with his hands and laughing. (TRUST ME MEN, If you are teasing a little girl or boy and they don't smile or they look afraid...it's because THEY ARE! so don't do that.) For some reason he thought I liked him tickling me. He didn't mean any harm by it but it bothered me. That night Charlotte gave us a bath:( I still remember the smell of the soap she used...it was a big blue bar of soap...and later in life when I used it again I had flashbacks of seeing that Coast bar coming at me in Charlotte's hand. She got us squeaky clean and ready for bed. We slept on the floor of her son Kevin's bedroom floor. After church we came back to her house where the girls Donna and Lisa were painting their nails and watching the Dukes of Hazard (that was the only thing we liked about the weekend) Lisa had a sewing needle in her hand and she showed me how she could put it through her skin without it hurting her. She threatened to hold me down and put it through mine next. Somehow we managed to last the weekend and we were never so happy to get back home. I'm thinking that Nanny Cam was a great invention:)
Let's see my 30th blog...that's a lot. I still have a lot to write about and it's hard to pick just one thing. I have SO many memories of my childhood because it was so much FUN! Life was good. It still is but now that I'm an adult with a family I have a lot of responsibility and I know what's going on in the world around me. So we try our best to still have fun and I think it's going pretty well:)
I thought about our babysitter today and with that thought came a lot of memories. Her name was Charlotte and she had a husband named Donny and three teenage kids, two girls and a boy. There was also an old old old old (did I say old?) lady...well more like dragon that lived under the floor boards...okay okay in an apartment in the basement. Charlotte's house was not fun. She had old plastic toys most of which were dull and brown and missing pieces. Looking through the toy box is comparable with you as an adult looking in the refrigerator several times within seconds hoping to find some new delicious snack that magically appeared while you shut the door. Same outcome at Charlotte's...sigh and shut the lid. Thankfully we were not the only inmates. There were others! some younger some older. Some kids were lucky and only had to come after school. Besides the lack of toys we also had a sweltering backyard to play in. Her backyard was fenced in and once again was devoid of toys. I think I remember a tennis ball and a racket. There was only one tree in her yard and that was next to the neighbor's 6 ft. fence. On the other side of this fence lived a snarling barking dog that wanted to eat us. So we would sit under the tree in the shade and listen to the dog next door scratch at the ground and fence trying it's best to get to us and rip us to shreds. We would make up stories about the dog or dare each other to throw something over the fence. I'm happy to say that no one was ever eaten. When Charlotte was done making us suffer in the heat she would call us in for lunch that our parents packed in lunch boxes. Inside those lunchboxes were our thermoses full of heavenly Kool-aid tropical fruit punch. We were dieing for a drink! Charlotte made it very clear that we had to eat all our food before we could drink and if we drank it all before our food was eaten we weren't' allowed anything else to drink! (I do believe this is why I don't drink until I'm done w/my dinner to this day) There was a girl named Terry who was Jeff's age so like 7 and she was fearless. She wasn't afraid of the old lady in the basement but we were. Sometimes Charlotte would make us go down into the basement where all her shelves were stacked with stuff. The old lady lived on the other half and if we weren't quiet she would come out and hold up her fly swatter and threaten us with it. One day Terry rebelled and knocked on the old lady's door. We all ran behind some shelves and out came the lady and chased Terry around swatting her legs. Talk about Frightening:) Another time we were put in the basement I had to go pee really really bad but I was afraid to go upstairs to the bathroom because Charlotte had told us to stay put. All the kids were urging me to go up...I made it half way up the basement stairs and then couldn't hold it any longer:( poor me...I had to go up and tell her what I had done. So she huffed at me but said I should have gone upstairs. I think I should have told my parents all this stuff a long time ago but I didn't.
Overall Charlotte was a nice lady but times were different and that was normal...I guess. Charlotte's husband was tall, thin and white haired. He LOVED to tickle me and I HATED him tickling me. He thought it was the funniest thing. I remember one time my parents had to leave us there over night because Nanny had died. I remember wanting to cry my eyes out or wish myself into my parents car as they pulled away. I clung to my mom's leg as Danny stretched his arms out for me as he sat on the couch making tickling motions with his hands and laughing. (TRUST ME MEN, If you are teasing a little girl or boy and they don't smile or they look afraid...it's because THEY ARE! so don't do that.) For some reason he thought I liked him tickling me. He didn't mean any harm by it but it bothered me. That night Charlotte gave us a bath:( I still remember the smell of the soap she used...it was a big blue bar of soap...and later in life when I used it again I had flashbacks of seeing that Coast bar coming at me in Charlotte's hand. She got us squeaky clean and ready for bed. We slept on the floor of her son Kevin's bedroom floor. After church we came back to her house where the girls Donna and Lisa were painting their nails and watching the Dukes of Hazard (that was the only thing we liked about the weekend) Lisa had a sewing needle in her hand and she showed me how she could put it through her skin without it hurting her. She threatened to hold me down and put it through mine next. Somehow we managed to last the weekend and we were never so happy to get back home. I'm thinking that Nanny Cam was a great invention:)
Thankful
What I am thankful for this year
1.Thankful for God and his love for us..it's SO GREAT!
2.Thankful for God's understanding and patience
3.My husband who does his best every day to be a good Husband and Father
4.My children. They are so beautiful inside and out.
5.Our good health and God's protection over us
6.Our extended families who offer love and support
7.Our friends both old and new and for the ones to come
8.For a home and food to put in it.
9.For all of the extra blessings that make every day more comfortable and fun.
10. For all of the unknowns.
1.Thankful for God and his love for us..it's SO GREAT!
2.Thankful for God's understanding and patience
3.My husband who does his best every day to be a good Husband and Father
4.My children. They are so beautiful inside and out.
5.Our good health and God's protection over us
6.Our extended families who offer love and support
7.Our friends both old and new and for the ones to come
8.For a home and food to put in it.
9.For all of the extra blessings that make every day more comfortable and fun.
10. For all of the unknowns.
ATTENTION!!!
DO YOU HAVE A DIAPER THAT NEEDS CHANGING? DO YOU OFTEN HAVE CONVERSATIONS THAT SOUND LIKE THIS?
"Honey, can you change the babies diaper?" "no, I changed it last time" "No you didn't I specifically remember changing the last diaper on the living room floor an hour ago" "I changed the diaper just 10 min ago so it's your turn".
DO YOU HAVE A CASE OF GAG REFLEX EVERY TIME YOU CHANGE A DIAPER? TIRED OF WASHING YOUR HANDS EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY? JUST NEED A BREAK FROM FOWL SMELLS FOR A DAY?
IF SO DON'T HESITATE TO CALL "THE POTTY SQUAD". WE ARE ONLY A PHONE CALL AWAY. WE'LL COME TO YOUR HOME AND CHANGE YOUR KIDS DIAPERS. WE EVEN BRING OUR OWN SUPPLIES. IF IT'S PEE, POOP, LOOSE STOOL OR EVEN A MAJOR BLOW OUT WE WILL CHANGE YOUR CHILDS DIAPER WITH A SMILE AND A SQUEEZE. DON'T DELAY CALL TODAY!!!
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IF SO DON'T HESITATE TO CALL "THE POTTY SQUAD". WE ARE ONLY A PHONE CALL AWAY. WE'LL COME TO YOUR HOME AND CHANGE YOUR KIDS DIAPERS. WE EVEN BRING OUR OWN SUPPLIES. IF IT'S PEE, POOP, LOOSE STOOL OR EVEN A MAJOR BLOW OUT WE WILL CHANGE YOUR CHILDS DIAPER WITH A SMILE AND A SQUEEZE. DON'T DELAY CALL TODAY!!!
***All Potty squad employee's have had an extensive background check and are licensed professionals. All Potty squad employees have been trained in diaper change technique and proper hand washing.
***If you ever catch a Potty squad employee not washing up after a diaper change we will give you a month of diaper change service FREE.
***PottySquad employee's are only licenced to change diapers of children ages 0-2years. If you have an adult that needs changing please call our sister company DependsOnYou at 1-800-POO-ONYOU
Prince Charming
Sun shining, green pastures passing by and my face an inch away from the car window with big eyes staring and mouth open. That was my usual position when in the car. I was always daydreaming. I still do all day long while washing dishes or picking up the boys my mind never stops wondering. From a little kid on I could day dream so well that I would make myself sad enough to cry. In elementary school I was usually day dreaming about prince charming. Sometimes my prince charming was a boy from school and sometimes he was a frog that I needed to catch and kiss. This particular day it was another slimy critter.
I was in the woods behind my elementary school with my brother Jeff. We were playing while mom graded papers and met with other teachers. That's when I spotted my prince charming. He was in the form of a slimy grey slug:) I had tried kissing toads and frogs but they never worked so I figured I should at least try kissing a slug. I picked him up with my fingers and watched him hug my finger. Jeff ran over to see what I had. I told him I was going to kiss it. He gave a disgusted look which was quickly replaced by a look of intrigue. Jeff watched as I brought the slug up to eye level. I inspected my prince looking for the perfect spot to kiss. "nope, no dry spots anywhere here goes..." I thought and then puckered up and touched my lips to the slug. Turns out my prince slug was just a slug. I quickly scraped slug off my finger and wiped my lips with my shirt a few times and wiped my fingers on my shorts. Well that was over and I would never kiss another slug again. Jeff and I decided to run up the dirt hill and then run down it as fast as our little legs would let us. After a few times of doing this I stubbed my big toe on a small tree stump. No big deal it didn't even hurt but we were tired so we climbed the hill to go back to the school building. Once I reached the top I said to Jeff, "Man my foot is all sweaty" I could feel my foot slipping around in my sandal and hear it squish. Jeff and I looked down at the same time and we both screamed. My right foot was covered in blood!! My sandal was filled with it. That's what I felt squishing between my toes and under my foot. I was frozen in that spot screaming. Once I saw the blood pumping out of my big toe the pain came rushing through my body. Jeff sprang into action and ran to get help. Then I saw "Him" running towards me concern and fear on his face. It was Ricky Taylor! I was in love with Ricky Taylor. He was Mrs.Taylor the sixth grade teacher's son. He was in the sixth grade and I was in first but that didn't matter to me. He was tall, athletic, artistic and he was nice to me and oh yeah...cute:) Ricky ran right up to me saw my bleeding foot and then wonders of all wonders he scooped me up into his arms and carried me across the parking lot to the school where he passed me off to my mom who had just gotten to the door. Mom carried me to the bathroom and sat me on the counter top. Teachers surrounded me as mom turned on the cold water and put my toe under the rushing water. It felt SOOOOOOOO good. Blood and dirt washed away and down the drain. Mom took my foot out of the water and I started balling again as the pain started to pound my toe. They wrapped my toe and off we went to the hospital where they gave me a butterfly cast.
I had to sit a lot and couldn't play kickball in PE but it wasn't so bad because I could day dream about Ricky Taylor coming to my rescue. I didn't get prince charming by kissing a slug that day but I did get a prince charming by stubbing my toe. To me the pain was worth years of reliving the moment Ricky Taylor scooped me up and carried me.
I was in the woods behind my elementary school with my brother Jeff. We were playing while mom graded papers and met with other teachers. That's when I spotted my prince charming. He was in the form of a slimy grey slug:) I had tried kissing toads and frogs but they never worked so I figured I should at least try kissing a slug. I picked him up with my fingers and watched him hug my finger. Jeff ran over to see what I had. I told him I was going to kiss it. He gave a disgusted look which was quickly replaced by a look of intrigue. Jeff watched as I brought the slug up to eye level. I inspected my prince looking for the perfect spot to kiss. "nope, no dry spots anywhere here goes..." I thought and then puckered up and touched my lips to the slug. Turns out my prince slug was just a slug. I quickly scraped slug off my finger and wiped my lips with my shirt a few times and wiped my fingers on my shorts. Well that was over and I would never kiss another slug again. Jeff and I decided to run up the dirt hill and then run down it as fast as our little legs would let us. After a few times of doing this I stubbed my big toe on a small tree stump. No big deal it didn't even hurt but we were tired so we climbed the hill to go back to the school building. Once I reached the top I said to Jeff, "Man my foot is all sweaty" I could feel my foot slipping around in my sandal and hear it squish. Jeff and I looked down at the same time and we both screamed. My right foot was covered in blood!! My sandal was filled with it. That's what I felt squishing between my toes and under my foot. I was frozen in that spot screaming. Once I saw the blood pumping out of my big toe the pain came rushing through my body. Jeff sprang into action and ran to get help. Then I saw "Him" running towards me concern and fear on his face. It was Ricky Taylor! I was in love with Ricky Taylor. He was Mrs.Taylor the sixth grade teacher's son. He was in the sixth grade and I was in first but that didn't matter to me. He was tall, athletic, artistic and he was nice to me and oh yeah...cute:) Ricky ran right up to me saw my bleeding foot and then wonders of all wonders he scooped me up into his arms and carried me across the parking lot to the school where he passed me off to my mom who had just gotten to the door. Mom carried me to the bathroom and sat me on the counter top. Teachers surrounded me as mom turned on the cold water and put my toe under the rushing water. It felt SOOOOOOOO good. Blood and dirt washed away and down the drain. Mom took my foot out of the water and I started balling again as the pain started to pound my toe. They wrapped my toe and off we went to the hospital where they gave me a butterfly cast.
I had to sit a lot and couldn't play kickball in PE but it wasn't so bad because I could day dream about Ricky Taylor coming to my rescue. I didn't get prince charming by kissing a slug that day but I did get a prince charming by stubbing my toe. To me the pain was worth years of reliving the moment Ricky Taylor scooped me up and carried me.
My Little Stinker
When Tyler was a little over one year old we lived in a spacious apartment complex in Bethlehem. On this particular day Uriah was taking a nap in his room and Tyler was crawling around the living room area while I was cleaning the kitchen. As I was scrubbing the counter tops I heard a crunch and immediately new that Tyler had put something in his mouth and had bitten into it. So I ran over to see what it could have been. As I got closer I could smell something strong. I recognised the smell from my childhood days. It smelled like pine needles only stinky pine needles. What smells like stinky pine needles but isn't stinky pine needles? A squished bug! or in this case a chomped bug, and not just any bug. A STINK BUG! That's what we called those flat grey bugs you usually see crawling up the siding of your house. I put my thumb on Tyler's chin and pulled down to see what was inside and there between his smiling teeth were stink bug parts the legs dangling from his teeth. "SPIT IT OUT TYLER! SPIT SPIT!" but no such luck Tyler was afraid to do anything with that bug once he saw me freaking out. I HATE Stink bugs! Even though this was my child with one in his mouth I could not stick my finger in there and come in contact with this nasty thing. I needed some kind of coverage for my finger. So I ran to the kitchen and pulled off a paper towel, wrapped it around my finger as I ran back to Tyler and scooped that stink bug out of his mouth. Then I gave Tyler a sippy full of water to wash down any remaining parts of the bug. Tyler to this day loves to hear about how he ate a Stink bug:)
This Breaking News Just in...
This Breaking news just in.....
After a long emotionally wrecked 24 hours the wait has ended. Joshua has pooped out the magnetix ball.
It was documented that doctor's received a call from Joshua's mother around 9am Monday morning claiming that her son Joshua had swallowed a small magnetix ball that had been left on the family's desk top. Josh's mother said she had found the ball in her pocket that morning and had placed it on the desk intending to put it away when they got back from dropping her two older children off at school.
Upon entering the house Josh's mother sat at the desk looking at pictures while Josh watched a cartoon. She then asked Josh to sit on her lap so they could look at pictures together. As she pulled Josh onto her lap she heard a sound come from Josh's mouth but thought nothing of it. That's when she heard Josh swallow and he proclaimed "Ouch". She asked what Josh had swallowed and he said and I quote, "Magnetix Ball". Josh's mother gave him water to drink and called the doctor. While she waited for the doctor she found out that magnetix toys have been the cause of some deaths in children due to swallowing a metal ball and a magnetic piece, causing the pieces to connect while in the intestines and thereby causing death if not treated right away. After talking to the doctors Josh's mother gave him lots of bread upon the doctor's advice and watched him carefully for stomach pain. She was also the head of poop patrol. 24 hours and 3 poopy diapers later Josh's mom struck gold or should we say metal. No pain was felt during the passing of the small metal ball only great relief. :) Our best wishes to Josh and his family. Since Josh's incident the family continues to search the house of all magntix pieces so they can send it back to the manufacture.
That's all for today now back to your "regular" programing.....
After a long emotionally wrecked 24 hours the wait has ended. Joshua has pooped out the magnetix ball.
It was documented that doctor's received a call from Joshua's mother around 9am Monday morning claiming that her son Joshua had swallowed a small magnetix ball that had been left on the family's desk top. Josh's mother said she had found the ball in her pocket that morning and had placed it on the desk intending to put it away when they got back from dropping her two older children off at school.
Upon entering the house Josh's mother sat at the desk looking at pictures while Josh watched a cartoon. She then asked Josh to sit on her lap so they could look at pictures together. As she pulled Josh onto her lap she heard a sound come from Josh's mouth but thought nothing of it. That's when she heard Josh swallow and he proclaimed "Ouch". She asked what Josh had swallowed and he said and I quote, "Magnetix Ball". Josh's mother gave him water to drink and called the doctor. While she waited for the doctor she found out that magnetix toys have been the cause of some deaths in children due to swallowing a metal ball and a magnetic piece, causing the pieces to connect while in the intestines and thereby causing death if not treated right away. After talking to the doctors Josh's mother gave him lots of bread upon the doctor's advice and watched him carefully for stomach pain. She was also the head of poop patrol. 24 hours and 3 poopy diapers later Josh's mom struck gold or should we say metal. No pain was felt during the passing of the small metal ball only great relief. :) Our best wishes to Josh and his family. Since Josh's incident the family continues to search the house of all magntix pieces so they can send it back to the manufacture.
That's all for today now back to your "regular" programing.....
My Salvation
No story has more meaning to an individual than their "Jesus story". So here is my crystal clear memory of when I asked Jesus into my heart in the summer of '84.
Nanny wasn't feeling good and hadn't been feeling good for a while so our family made the four hour drive to Pennsylvania. All Jeff and I knew was that Nanny was sick. We didn't know that she had cancer and was dieing. It was a beautiful day. We pulled into the hospital parking lot around noon and dad parked the car under some trees for shade. Dad got out of the car and walked into the hospital while we waited in the car. Mom told us that children weren't allowed in to see Nanny so we waited quietly in the back seat. I remember looking at the hospital dotted with windows and wondered which one Nanny was behind and I started wondering how sick she really was. I asked my mom if Nanny would be okay and she told me that Nanny was going to die. I asked "Is Nanny going to heaven?" Mom said, "Yes." I thought a second and then said, "I want to go to heaven too and be with Nanny." I had been raised knowing God and so to know that Nanny was going to heaven and not "that other place" satisfied me and made Nanny's passing easier. She was going to be well again and see Jesus and she would be there waiting for us. So there I was in the backseat with Jeff and Becky on either side and Mom turned in the front seat looking at me. Mom asked,"Would you like to ask Jesus into your heart?" I shyly said, "Yes." Mom had me tell her the salvation story to make sure I knew what Jesus did for us and what that meant. I told her that, "God sent Jesus to earth to die for our sins on the cross so that we could go to heaven to be with Him and that he rose again on the third day and went to heaven." We assumed our prayer positions of folded hands with head down...I made sure Jeff had his eyes closed too. This was a special moment and I didn't want Jeff interrupting it:)
I repeated these words after my mother, "Dear Jesus, I believe that you died on the cross for my sins and rose from the grave on the third day. Please forgive my sins Lord. I ask you into my heart Lord. I love You, Amen." The Lord filled my heart that day. I knew it. As one life was ending and going to be with the Lord mine was beginning. Can you believe that is all God asks of us? To believe in Him and then say a prayer asking Him into our heart. He didn't give us a list of things to do. It was so simple and true that even as a kid I got it. I understood Jesus, I knew that He loved me. Thank you Lord for loving even me. Thank you Lord for saving me. I LOVE YOU LORD!
Nanny wasn't feeling good and hadn't been feeling good for a while so our family made the four hour drive to Pennsylvania. All Jeff and I knew was that Nanny was sick. We didn't know that she had cancer and was dieing. It was a beautiful day. We pulled into the hospital parking lot around noon and dad parked the car under some trees for shade. Dad got out of the car and walked into the hospital while we waited in the car. Mom told us that children weren't allowed in to see Nanny so we waited quietly in the back seat. I remember looking at the hospital dotted with windows and wondered which one Nanny was behind and I started wondering how sick she really was. I asked my mom if Nanny would be okay and she told me that Nanny was going to die. I asked "Is Nanny going to heaven?" Mom said, "Yes." I thought a second and then said, "I want to go to heaven too and be with Nanny." I had been raised knowing God and so to know that Nanny was going to heaven and not "that other place" satisfied me and made Nanny's passing easier. She was going to be well again and see Jesus and she would be there waiting for us. So there I was in the backseat with Jeff and Becky on either side and Mom turned in the front seat looking at me. Mom asked,"Would you like to ask Jesus into your heart?" I shyly said, "Yes." Mom had me tell her the salvation story to make sure I knew what Jesus did for us and what that meant. I told her that, "God sent Jesus to earth to die for our sins on the cross so that we could go to heaven to be with Him and that he rose again on the third day and went to heaven." We assumed our prayer positions of folded hands with head down...I made sure Jeff had his eyes closed too. This was a special moment and I didn't want Jeff interrupting it:)
I repeated these words after my mother, "Dear Jesus, I believe that you died on the cross for my sins and rose from the grave on the third day. Please forgive my sins Lord. I ask you into my heart Lord. I love You, Amen." The Lord filled my heart that day. I knew it. As one life was ending and going to be with the Lord mine was beginning. Can you believe that is all God asks of us? To believe in Him and then say a prayer asking Him into our heart. He didn't give us a list of things to do. It was so simple and true that even as a kid I got it. I understood Jesus, I knew that He loved me. Thank you Lord for loving even me. Thank you Lord for saving me. I LOVE YOU LORD!
Naked Squirrel
Naked Squirrel
It was that time of year again when teachers and kids stood behind a big truck unloading boxes upon boxes of chocolate candy bars for our elementary school fund raiser. Jeff and I took home our boxes and gazed longingly at all the varied chocolate bars. On the weekend Jeff and I made the rounds around the neighborhood.
Wood edge Drive was in the shape of a Y and had no outlet. This made it easy for us to know all of our neighbors so we were allowed to go ring doorbells on our own. We had all kinds of neighbors and just about all of them were friendly. We stayed away from the ones who weren't. Like the lady who always seemed grumpy even when she was happy. She had three ugly Scottish terriers that wore kerchiefs around the neck and yapped and chased us the length of her chain linked fence. Another one we stayed away from was a man that lived on the left end. He never drove a car. He would come walking up the street sometimes always smoking a cigarette and stand by the telephone pole across the street from our house. He was waiting for his ride. Looking back I would say that he may have been a drunk living with his mother. To us back then he was creepy and we stayed far away while we spied on him. On one particular day while he was waiting by his pole my sister and I were playing with the girls across the street. This pole was right next to their drive way and we were playing in the back. When we saw him we all ran and hid behind a huge tree trunk and peeked around to see what he was doing. We saw him put out his cigarette then turn around in our direction. Quickly we ducked back behind the tree our hearts racing. I peeked out again and saw something streaming from his lower body… "He's PEEING!" I yelled in a whisper. At this point we all RAN into the basement and giggled until our cheeks hurt. One of the most interesting neighbors we had was named Roy. He lived by himself two houses down from ours on the right. He wore a black leather vest and oily jeans at all times. He had long thin golden hair that he wore in a pony tail and a thick goatee. When we saw him it was usually just his legs sticking out from under a car or bike he was working on in his garage. It is Roy that made it in our family history book that candy selling day.
Jeff and I walked up his front porch steps and stood in front of Roy's screen door and knocked. We heard rock music coming from the kitchen and then we heard Roy's voice saying he was coming. He showed up at the door smiling and said hello. We gave him our rehearsed plea to buy candy bars and he said , "Sure, come on in and I'll see what you got." Roy opened the door and we saw in his one hand a knife but that wasn't the memorable part it was the dead, limp and half peeled squirrel he was holding in the other hand. He saw our faces and quickly explained to us how he hunts squirrel and eats them. Jeff and I were amazed! We never knew that people ATE squirrel. To us they were cute furry critters that we chased up trees. We followed Roy to the kitchen where he stood by the sink and we watched as he slid the knife under the squirrel's skin and peeled off the fur as if it were an apple peel. I don't know about all squirrel's, but this one had a light brown or cream colored skin and it looked wet. Jeff and I stood and watched as he finished with the squirrel and plopped it on the counter where it lay naked. When Roy was done washing up he picked out his candy bars and then Jeff and I raced home to tell Mom what we had just seen. I've never seen a naked squirrel since and I'm okay with thatJ
It was that time of year again when teachers and kids stood behind a big truck unloading boxes upon boxes of chocolate candy bars for our elementary school fund raiser. Jeff and I took home our boxes and gazed longingly at all the varied chocolate bars. On the weekend Jeff and I made the rounds around the neighborhood.
Wood edge Drive was in the shape of a Y and had no outlet. This made it easy for us to know all of our neighbors so we were allowed to go ring doorbells on our own. We had all kinds of neighbors and just about all of them were friendly. We stayed away from the ones who weren't. Like the lady who always seemed grumpy even when she was happy. She had three ugly Scottish terriers that wore kerchiefs around the neck and yapped and chased us the length of her chain linked fence. Another one we stayed away from was a man that lived on the left end. He never drove a car. He would come walking up the street sometimes always smoking a cigarette and stand by the telephone pole across the street from our house. He was waiting for his ride. Looking back I would say that he may have been a drunk living with his mother. To us back then he was creepy and we stayed far away while we spied on him. On one particular day while he was waiting by his pole my sister and I were playing with the girls across the street. This pole was right next to their drive way and we were playing in the back. When we saw him we all ran and hid behind a huge tree trunk and peeked around to see what he was doing. We saw him put out his cigarette then turn around in our direction. Quickly we ducked back behind the tree our hearts racing. I peeked out again and saw something streaming from his lower body… "He's PEEING!" I yelled in a whisper. At this point we all RAN into the basement and giggled until our cheeks hurt. One of the most interesting neighbors we had was named Roy. He lived by himself two houses down from ours on the right. He wore a black leather vest and oily jeans at all times. He had long thin golden hair that he wore in a pony tail and a thick goatee. When we saw him it was usually just his legs sticking out from under a car or bike he was working on in his garage. It is Roy that made it in our family history book that candy selling day.
Jeff and I walked up his front porch steps and stood in front of Roy's screen door and knocked. We heard rock music coming from the kitchen and then we heard Roy's voice saying he was coming. He showed up at the door smiling and said hello. We gave him our rehearsed plea to buy candy bars and he said , "Sure, come on in and I'll see what you got." Roy opened the door and we saw in his one hand a knife but that wasn't the memorable part it was the dead, limp and half peeled squirrel he was holding in the other hand. He saw our faces and quickly explained to us how he hunts squirrel and eats them. Jeff and I were amazed! We never knew that people ATE squirrel. To us they were cute furry critters that we chased up trees. We followed Roy to the kitchen where he stood by the sink and we watched as he slid the knife under the squirrel's skin and peeled off the fur as if it were an apple peel. I don't know about all squirrel's, but this one had a light brown or cream colored skin and it looked wet. Jeff and I stood and watched as he finished with the squirrel and plopped it on the counter where it lay naked. When Roy was done washing up he picked out his candy bars and then Jeff and I raced home to tell Mom what we had just seen. I've never seen a naked squirrel since and I'm okay with thatJ
Sweet Suzie's Devilish Deeds
Sweet Suzie’s Devilish Deeds
When I was a little girl everyone thought I was the sweetest little thing and for the most part they were right. I said please and thank you at all the right times. I was quiet and soft spoken and never talked back, but just like Achilles I had a week spot. My taste buds.
I loved sweets! My mom was a third grade teacher at the school I went to so after school my brother Jeff and I would wonder the halls and play outside. This left plenty of time to get hungry and thirsty. On most days our mom would give us change for the snack and soda machines. I would push the rectangle for an ICE COLD COCA COLA mmmmm and push in the number for my choice of snack and enjoy. Sadly my mom couldn't give us change every day for a snack so while she wasn't looking I would wonder around her room and glance into the kids desks for loose change. (gasp! I know) I was a good thief and never took all the money from one kid. I would take a quarter from Jim and a dime from Sally until I had enough for a soda. I knew what I was doing was wrong and so would feel guilty. To ease my guilt I would think to myself, "I'll bring some money from home tomorrow and put the money back" but I never did. At least not that I know of. I figure I owe my mom's third grade classes a few hundred dollars from over the years. Maybe "tomorrow" I'll donate a few hundred bucks to the third grade class.
When I was a little girl everyone thought I was the sweetest little thing and for the most part they were right. I said please and thank you at all the right times. I was quiet and soft spoken and never talked back, but just like Achilles I had a week spot. My taste buds.
I loved sweets! My mom was a third grade teacher at the school I went to so after school my brother Jeff and I would wonder the halls and play outside. This left plenty of time to get hungry and thirsty. On most days our mom would give us change for the snack and soda machines. I would push the rectangle for an ICE COLD COCA COLA mmmmm and push in the number for my choice of snack and enjoy. Sadly my mom couldn't give us change every day for a snack so while she wasn't looking I would wonder around her room and glance into the kids desks for loose change. (gasp! I know) I was a good thief and never took all the money from one kid. I would take a quarter from Jim and a dime from Sally until I had enough for a soda. I knew what I was doing was wrong and so would feel guilty. To ease my guilt I would think to myself, "I'll bring some money from home tomorrow and put the money back" but I never did. At least not that I know of. I figure I owe my mom's third grade classes a few hundred dollars from over the years. Maybe "tomorrow" I'll donate a few hundred bucks to the third grade class.
Crouch of Shame
OK so after I write this blog don't think badly of me ok? this is a confession of sorts. It goes along the lines of my last blog about Blockbuster and avoiding potentially embarrassing moments.
Once again I had a case of "just say no" issues. There was this guy let's call him Sam. Sam was among my friends from church. Sam was a guy. Same started to come to my work while I was working. Sam started coming in a couple days in a row. It actually got to the point where my boss was giving me looks. So I told Sam that I might get in trouble if he keeps coming in because I had work to do. Sam didn't get the clue. Instead of leaving he says he can help. He started putting video's back on the shelves for me. Can you see how I would feel annoyed and SMOTHERED?! It was clear that I had a problem on my hands and I had to do something. I had my chance the very next day because as I was standing in the front of the store I saw him crossing the road to come into the store. My first thought was "$*@" (normally I don't curse but I was panicked) In the blink of an eye I pulled my managers chair out from his desk and crawled underneath). So there I was crouched in the fetal position on the floor with my manager looking at me like I had lost it. I quickly said to my manager, "It's him, he's coming in. Tell him I'm eating lunch in the back." As soon as the words were out of my mouth the bell on the door jingled and in walks Sam. I heard him come up to the counter just four feet away from me and ask,"Is Suzie here?" My manager tells him I'm eating lunch in the back and then...silence. I had no idea what he was thinking but I was praying he didn't see me dive under the desk on his way over. I heard him mumble something and walk out. It didn't sound good. It sounded like he knew something was up. For a brief second I thought about popping out and laughing it off as a joke but what could I possibly say to explain why I was under a desk and not eating my lunch in the back room. So I let him walk out and I didn't come out until my manager watched Sam drive away. Silly me. Sam never talked to me again after that. I think Sam knew I was hiding...maybe he saw my rear sticking out on his way out the door. I still feel a little bit of shame when I think of that but then again it also makes me laugh. I mean the lengths I would go to just to avoid awkwardness. In my attempt to keep him and I from being embarrassed I obviously only made matters worse.
Once again I had a case of "just say no" issues. There was this guy let's call him Sam. Sam was among my friends from church. Sam was a guy. Same started to come to my work while I was working. Sam started coming in a couple days in a row. It actually got to the point where my boss was giving me looks. So I told Sam that I might get in trouble if he keeps coming in because I had work to do. Sam didn't get the clue. Instead of leaving he says he can help. He started putting video's back on the shelves for me. Can you see how I would feel annoyed and SMOTHERED?! It was clear that I had a problem on my hands and I had to do something. I had my chance the very next day because as I was standing in the front of the store I saw him crossing the road to come into the store. My first thought was "$*@" (normally I don't curse but I was panicked) In the blink of an eye I pulled my managers chair out from his desk and crawled underneath). So there I was crouched in the fetal position on the floor with my manager looking at me like I had lost it. I quickly said to my manager, "It's him, he's coming in. Tell him I'm eating lunch in the back." As soon as the words were out of my mouth the bell on the door jingled and in walks Sam. I heard him come up to the counter just four feet away from me and ask,"Is Suzie here?" My manager tells him I'm eating lunch in the back and then...silence. I had no idea what he was thinking but I was praying he didn't see me dive under the desk on his way over. I heard him mumble something and walk out. It didn't sound good. It sounded like he knew something was up. For a brief second I thought about popping out and laughing it off as a joke but what could I possibly say to explain why I was under a desk and not eating my lunch in the back room. So I let him walk out and I didn't come out until my manager watched Sam drive away. Silly me. Sam never talked to me again after that. I think Sam knew I was hiding...maybe he saw my rear sticking out on his way out the door. I still feel a little bit of shame when I think of that but then again it also makes me laugh. I mean the lengths I would go to just to avoid awkwardness. In my attempt to keep him and I from being embarrassed I obviously only made matters worse.
Blockbuster Dayz
For about two years I worked at Blockbuster Video store in Westminster or Eldersburg. I have had a few strange things happen concerning the customers. Here are three of them that stand out the most.
We were located directly next to Burger King and one of the ladies that worked there had two children that would come into our store and pick out video games. On one of these days she came in after her shift was over so she was very sweaty and smelled very much of sweat and burgers. bleh. Her two boys were always very noisy and when they were done would throw the games on the counter. She came up to the counter....oh I forgot to mention that she is also VERY BUSTY! I rang them up and told her the total. She reached for her money which wouldn't have been so bad if it had been in a purse or a wallet or even her pants pocket but NO it was in her CLEAVAGE!!! and not just any cleavage. It was a deep cavernous cleavage the kind of cleavage that one digs around in for forever and is not able to locate lost bills. I stood there staring while she plunged her hands deeper into the abbys dreading what she would pull out. I was hoping for a gun but alas she found what she was looking for and placed it on the counter top and there it sat. I looked at the heap of dollar bills drenched in sweat and saw the moisture ring forming on the counter. She used her hands to flatten each of the bills and then handed them out for me to take as if they hadn't just come from her sweaty bosom. I saw my hand as if in slow motion reach out and pinch the money in the corner and place it in the cash register. After the dirty deed was done I ran not walked back to the bathroom and scrubbed my fingertips. I had another money issue happen that was similar to this one only it was a man and his money was in an index card box. When he opened it to get the money out a whole bunch of trash fell out of it all over the counter top and by our feet. His hands scrambled over the counter top shoving the trash back into the box and pushing the wadded up money to the side. After all the trash was collected he started to unwad the dollar bills and give them to me. This took a while because of how tight he had it balled up. So people if you ever wonder where all those creases on the money come from or why it has a funky smell remember that you never know where that money has been so handle it with care and wash up.
My last story begins in the morning when a goofy looking guy walks in and checks out his movies from a co-worker. Around lunch time the same day I notice this same guy come back in. He kept shooting me glances as he was checking out movies near the front of the store. As I was checking out other customers I saw him getting closer and closer to the front. I had an idea of what was to come and I wanted to bolt but I was the only one in the front of the store. SO here he came looking all nervous and there I stood chanting in my mind, "just say no, just say no, just say no" He said "Hi" I said "Hi, did you need help with something?" He stood right in front of me and said, "Yeah, I'm looking for a movie but I don't remember the title" so I asked, "Do you know what happens in the movie?" He starts to look a little more comfortable and says, "It's about this guy who goes into a Blockbuster Video store and sees this really pretty girl that works there and he asks for her number. Do you know what she said?" I thought "Oh my, no he didn't just say that! Oh yes he did...get it together and pretend you don't understand..sounds like a plan." So I said to him, "Really? I've never seen that movie before, that's pretty cool they used a Blockbuster store." I was realllllly hoping he would just loose his nerve and give up or else just think I was too stupid to pursue any longer. I had no such luck. "No, I was wondering if I can have your number." I looked around the store and saw no one. I was alone and desperate for him to leave so I said, "Sure." My brain was reeling at my mouth, "Why did you just say sure?!?! you were supposed to just say NO!" So then I thought as I was given pen and paper "Just change one number. But he knows where I work he could come back in angry" ahhhh so I put down the right number and when he did call I told him that I was sorta in a relationship with a co-worker but we hadn't made it public yet so I didn't want to start up with anyone else. He fell for it thank heavens. I found out later from another co-worker that new him that he was angry and was going off about it to him. So I had to inform my boss (who was my pretend boyfriend) that he was my boyfriend in case anyone asked. HA that gave me brownie points. Too bad I couldn't just say no. What a mess I could have avoided but like my green thing says on my myspace I don't like confrontations.
We were located directly next to Burger King and one of the ladies that worked there had two children that would come into our store and pick out video games. On one of these days she came in after her shift was over so she was very sweaty and smelled very much of sweat and burgers. bleh. Her two boys were always very noisy and when they were done would throw the games on the counter. She came up to the counter....oh I forgot to mention that she is also VERY BUSTY! I rang them up and told her the total. She reached for her money which wouldn't have been so bad if it had been in a purse or a wallet or even her pants pocket but NO it was in her CLEAVAGE!!! and not just any cleavage. It was a deep cavernous cleavage the kind of cleavage that one digs around in for forever and is not able to locate lost bills. I stood there staring while she plunged her hands deeper into the abbys dreading what she would pull out. I was hoping for a gun but alas she found what she was looking for and placed it on the counter top and there it sat. I looked at the heap of dollar bills drenched in sweat and saw the moisture ring forming on the counter. She used her hands to flatten each of the bills and then handed them out for me to take as if they hadn't just come from her sweaty bosom. I saw my hand as if in slow motion reach out and pinch the money in the corner and place it in the cash register. After the dirty deed was done I ran not walked back to the bathroom and scrubbed my fingertips. I had another money issue happen that was similar to this one only it was a man and his money was in an index card box. When he opened it to get the money out a whole bunch of trash fell out of it all over the counter top and by our feet. His hands scrambled over the counter top shoving the trash back into the box and pushing the wadded up money to the side. After all the trash was collected he started to unwad the dollar bills and give them to me. This took a while because of how tight he had it balled up. So people if you ever wonder where all those creases on the money come from or why it has a funky smell remember that you never know where that money has been so handle it with care and wash up.
My last story begins in the morning when a goofy looking guy walks in and checks out his movies from a co-worker. Around lunch time the same day I notice this same guy come back in. He kept shooting me glances as he was checking out movies near the front of the store. As I was checking out other customers I saw him getting closer and closer to the front. I had an idea of what was to come and I wanted to bolt but I was the only one in the front of the store. SO here he came looking all nervous and there I stood chanting in my mind, "just say no, just say no, just say no" He said "Hi" I said "Hi, did you need help with something?" He stood right in front of me and said, "Yeah, I'm looking for a movie but I don't remember the title" so I asked, "Do you know what happens in the movie?" He starts to look a little more comfortable and says, "It's about this guy who goes into a Blockbuster Video store and sees this really pretty girl that works there and he asks for her number. Do you know what she said?" I thought "Oh my, no he didn't just say that! Oh yes he did...get it together and pretend you don't understand..sounds like a plan." So I said to him, "Really? I've never seen that movie before, that's pretty cool they used a Blockbuster store." I was realllllly hoping he would just loose his nerve and give up or else just think I was too stupid to pursue any longer. I had no such luck. "No, I was wondering if I can have your number." I looked around the store and saw no one. I was alone and desperate for him to leave so I said, "Sure." My brain was reeling at my mouth, "Why did you just say sure?!?! you were supposed to just say NO!" So then I thought as I was given pen and paper "Just change one number. But he knows where I work he could come back in angry" ahhhh so I put down the right number and when he did call I told him that I was sorta in a relationship with a co-worker but we hadn't made it public yet so I didn't want to start up with anyone else. He fell for it thank heavens. I found out later from another co-worker that new him that he was angry and was going off about it to him. So I had to inform my boss (who was my pretend boyfriend) that he was my boyfriend in case anyone asked. HA that gave me brownie points. Too bad I couldn't just say no. What a mess I could have avoided but like my green thing says on my myspace I don't like confrontations.
Stubbornness,Pride and Lies
stubbornness, pride and lies
Life certainly is a learning experience. I've learned a lot of things the hard way because I wouldn't listen the easy way. Here is a good example from my childhood.
Growing up I watched my mom and the ladies on TV put on make up. It didn't interest me very much until I hit the sixth grade. That's when I started to want to be more like a girl and fit in with the pretty girly girls (but not too much). I swiped mascara off my mom's bathroom sink and took it to my room. I was really excited to put it on so I went into the bathroom by my bedroom and closed the door. I stood on my tip toes and leaned closer to the mirror as I studied the area the mascara was to go. Alright time to begin, I pulled the wand out and began to apply the mascara very carefully and artfully onto my eyebrows. That's right. I said eyebrows. I brushed it on nice and thick and made sure it didn't smear. I had two eyebrows that were perfectly black and perfectly hard and I was happy with it. When Mom saw me she told me I put it on wrong, but what did she know? I KNEW they were supposed to go on my eyebrows. Can we say stubborn and prideful? I seriously thought I looked good and I wasn't going to admit I was wrong so I wasn't going to take it off. Mom didn't scrub my face instead we went to school like normal (except for my eyebrows). Before we had to be in our homeroom I went to the bathroom to give my eyebrows another look. I was starting to second guess my decision. While I was looking in the mirror two girls from my class walked in to wash their hands. When they noticed me they stopped talking and asked, "Suzie, what's that on your eyebrows?" I could tell by the smirk on their faces that my mom was right and I did something silly so to make things better I said, "It's dirt. I was playing in the dirt before school today. I have to wash it off." They kept the smirk as they walked out of the bathroom. While I washed off the gunk they were probably getting a good laugh. I never did that again and it was a while before I ever tried to put on make up again. When I think about it now it just cracks me up that I told them it was dirt! ha! Who would believe that? Well I could have listened to my mom in the first place when she told me I messed up but if I had I wouldn't have a story to tell.
Life certainly is a learning experience. I've learned a lot of things the hard way because I wouldn't listen the easy way. Here is a good example from my childhood.
Growing up I watched my mom and the ladies on TV put on make up. It didn't interest me very much until I hit the sixth grade. That's when I started to want to be more like a girl and fit in with the pretty girly girls (but not too much). I swiped mascara off my mom's bathroom sink and took it to my room. I was really excited to put it on so I went into the bathroom by my bedroom and closed the door. I stood on my tip toes and leaned closer to the mirror as I studied the area the mascara was to go. Alright time to begin, I pulled the wand out and began to apply the mascara very carefully and artfully onto my eyebrows. That's right. I said eyebrows. I brushed it on nice and thick and made sure it didn't smear. I had two eyebrows that were perfectly black and perfectly hard and I was happy with it. When Mom saw me she told me I put it on wrong, but what did she know? I KNEW they were supposed to go on my eyebrows. Can we say stubborn and prideful? I seriously thought I looked good and I wasn't going to admit I was wrong so I wasn't going to take it off. Mom didn't scrub my face instead we went to school like normal (except for my eyebrows). Before we had to be in our homeroom I went to the bathroom to give my eyebrows another look. I was starting to second guess my decision. While I was looking in the mirror two girls from my class walked in to wash their hands. When they noticed me they stopped talking and asked, "Suzie, what's that on your eyebrows?" I could tell by the smirk on their faces that my mom was right and I did something silly so to make things better I said, "It's dirt. I was playing in the dirt before school today. I have to wash it off." They kept the smirk as they walked out of the bathroom. While I washed off the gunk they were probably getting a good laugh. I never did that again and it was a while before I ever tried to put on make up again. When I think about it now it just cracks me up that I told them it was dirt! ha! Who would believe that? Well I could have listened to my mom in the first place when she told me I messed up but if I had I wouldn't have a story to tell.
My Husband, My Hero
My Husband My Hero
Have you ever had a "Flat tire day"? One of those days where you are just driving along. Maybe your singing a song or thinking of someone special then BANG!!! Your tire just exploded. Your car shifts and swerves as you wonder "Is this the end?" then you get a grip on yourself and your steering wheel and somehow end up on the shoulder of the road. Your such a mess from what could have happened and so you wait for someone to come rescue you. That's what kind of day I had this past winter.
It was a crisp winter day. I was in my last trimester and very uncomfortable but this day I was feeling upbeat and obviously I was out of my mind because I decided to go shopping with my two toddler boys after I dropped the oldest off at school. Our first stop Weis, it went GREAT so I thought "let's try this again." So off we went to Wally World (Wal-Mart). Once again the boys did great so we went to see the fish in the pet department also known as "Dead Fish Alley" Today however, even the fish were in plenty and seemed happy. As we were leaving I spied a really cool toothbrush that I thought my 1 1/2 year old would love. He really likes fish and this toothbrush had Nemo and Dorry on it so I had to get it for him. My son besides brushing his teeth aslo enjoys brushing the sink, floors, bed, toys, just about everything that is brushable which is just about everything, so you see I really needed that toothbrush. New toothbrush in hand (His Hand to be exact) we headed to the checkout where all went well. So well in fact that I decided I also needed a treat. Off to SafeWay for lunchmeat and Starbucks. By the way Starbucks was the treat for me, not the lunchmeat.
I put my youngest in his stroller with his new toothbrush still in the package and held the hand of my 4 year old. We strolled straight to the deli and ordered our meat where the nice lady gave the boys a FREE slice of cheese. "what a nice day" I thought. Off we went to the Starbucks. Get ready for the "BANG". I order my drink and as we were waiting I happened to notice the lack of a certain toothbrush in my childs hand. I checked his lap and all around his seat. No toothbrush. "Drats, it's probably on the floor someplace" I hoped. We retraced our steps and still no toothbrush. I walked out to the car (ok van) and put my stuff in so I could have my hands free and so I stood by my door and thought, " I could just leave and try to forget about the toothbrush, maybe send Nate out to buy the same one when he gets home, BUT DARN IT I JUST BOUGHT IT!" So I got up my nerve and pushed the boys back inside and up to the customer service desk. By now I'm sweating because I'm very pregnant and I'm getting annoyed. I tell the lady my problem and she was clueless about what to do. So I asked if I could go check the toothbrush isle to see if someone could have put it back. It looked as though that's what happened because there was one toothbrush that looked just like the one I bought at wal-mart. I bring it up to her and she calls someone else to come help. "Good Grief! just give me the darn thing" I'm thinking. Lady number two isn't nearly as nice and she won't budge on giving me the toothbrush. They call a girl who was putting stuff back on shelves that had been misplaced from the night before. No she did not find any toothbrushes on her journeys. So there we were the four of us looking at eachother and no one is offering me to just take the toothbrush. "I'm sorry" Says lady number two "I don't know what to do for you." No she was not sorry and she knew she wasn't going to do anything for me. So after 20 minutes of trying to get this toothbrush that I had paid for at another store I was leaving empty handed not quite sure how this just happened. after all it was just a toothbrush and I said I bought it from another store...I even had the reciept from wal-mart to prove it. By the time I sat in my seat I was very angry and so feeling helpless started to cry. Gosh I felt stupid crying over a toothbrush but it was mine and then I thought "They are going to sell the toothbrush that I paid money for to someone else and make a profit, How is that fair? plus they must have thought that I was trying to steal it." I actually thought about going back in and demand my toothbrush back but how crazy would I look dragging in my two little kids with my big belly all sweaty with tears running down my face bawling for my toothbrush back. I drove back home and calmed myself down. Nate called soon after to see how my day was going. I told myself not to cry because he was sure to laugh at me and think he married a crazy hormonal woman but as I was telling him I couldn't help it and so I snifed my way through the story. Surprisingly Nate was very sweet and soothing towards me and declared he would come to my rescue. Right when he hung up with me he called SafeWay and talked to the manager explaining what happened and just like that the manager said Nate could come pick up the toothbrush that night. My Husband My Hero went to the store after his long day at work and walked in our house with our toothbrush. I felt so much better and I also realized something. I had underestimated my husband. when I thought he would laugh and tease me he did the opposite. He was sweet and thoughtful and said he liked coming to my rescue. Who knew a childrens toothbrush could have brought Nate and I a little closer together? What a crazy good day it was. Nate had come to fix my tire and it was all ok.
Have you ever had a "Flat tire day"? One of those days where you are just driving along. Maybe your singing a song or thinking of someone special then BANG!!! Your tire just exploded. Your car shifts and swerves as you wonder "Is this the end?" then you get a grip on yourself and your steering wheel and somehow end up on the shoulder of the road. Your such a mess from what could have happened and so you wait for someone to come rescue you. That's what kind of day I had this past winter.
It was a crisp winter day. I was in my last trimester and very uncomfortable but this day I was feeling upbeat and obviously I was out of my mind because I decided to go shopping with my two toddler boys after I dropped the oldest off at school. Our first stop Weis, it went GREAT so I thought "let's try this again." So off we went to Wally World (Wal-Mart). Once again the boys did great so we went to see the fish in the pet department also known as "Dead Fish Alley" Today however, even the fish were in plenty and seemed happy. As we were leaving I spied a really cool toothbrush that I thought my 1 1/2 year old would love. He really likes fish and this toothbrush had Nemo and Dorry on it so I had to get it for him. My son besides brushing his teeth aslo enjoys brushing the sink, floors, bed, toys, just about everything that is brushable which is just about everything, so you see I really needed that toothbrush. New toothbrush in hand (His Hand to be exact) we headed to the checkout where all went well. So well in fact that I decided I also needed a treat. Off to SafeWay for lunchmeat and Starbucks. By the way Starbucks was the treat for me, not the lunchmeat.
I put my youngest in his stroller with his new toothbrush still in the package and held the hand of my 4 year old. We strolled straight to the deli and ordered our meat where the nice lady gave the boys a FREE slice of cheese. "what a nice day" I thought. Off we went to the Starbucks. Get ready for the "BANG". I order my drink and as we were waiting I happened to notice the lack of a certain toothbrush in my childs hand. I checked his lap and all around his seat. No toothbrush. "Drats, it's probably on the floor someplace" I hoped. We retraced our steps and still no toothbrush. I walked out to the car (ok van) and put my stuff in so I could have my hands free and so I stood by my door and thought, " I could just leave and try to forget about the toothbrush, maybe send Nate out to buy the same one when he gets home, BUT DARN IT I JUST BOUGHT IT!" So I got up my nerve and pushed the boys back inside and up to the customer service desk. By now I'm sweating because I'm very pregnant and I'm getting annoyed. I tell the lady my problem and she was clueless about what to do. So I asked if I could go check the toothbrush isle to see if someone could have put it back. It looked as though that's what happened because there was one toothbrush that looked just like the one I bought at wal-mart. I bring it up to her and she calls someone else to come help. "Good Grief! just give me the darn thing" I'm thinking. Lady number two isn't nearly as nice and she won't budge on giving me the toothbrush. They call a girl who was putting stuff back on shelves that had been misplaced from the night before. No she did not find any toothbrushes on her journeys. So there we were the four of us looking at eachother and no one is offering me to just take the toothbrush. "I'm sorry" Says lady number two "I don't know what to do for you." No she was not sorry and she knew she wasn't going to do anything for me. So after 20 minutes of trying to get this toothbrush that I had paid for at another store I was leaving empty handed not quite sure how this just happened. after all it was just a toothbrush and I said I bought it from another store...I even had the reciept from wal-mart to prove it. By the time I sat in my seat I was very angry and so feeling helpless started to cry. Gosh I felt stupid crying over a toothbrush but it was mine and then I thought "They are going to sell the toothbrush that I paid money for to someone else and make a profit, How is that fair? plus they must have thought that I was trying to steal it." I actually thought about going back in and demand my toothbrush back but how crazy would I look dragging in my two little kids with my big belly all sweaty with tears running down my face bawling for my toothbrush back. I drove back home and calmed myself down. Nate called soon after to see how my day was going. I told myself not to cry because he was sure to laugh at me and think he married a crazy hormonal woman but as I was telling him I couldn't help it and so I snifed my way through the story. Surprisingly Nate was very sweet and soothing towards me and declared he would come to my rescue. Right when he hung up with me he called SafeWay and talked to the manager explaining what happened and just like that the manager said Nate could come pick up the toothbrush that night. My Husband My Hero went to the store after his long day at work and walked in our house with our toothbrush. I felt so much better and I also realized something. I had underestimated my husband. when I thought he would laugh and tease me he did the opposite. He was sweet and thoughtful and said he liked coming to my rescue. Who knew a childrens toothbrush could have brought Nate and I a little closer together? What a crazy good day it was. Nate had come to fix my tire and it was all ok.
The Taste of Feet
The Taste of Feet
I must love the taste of feet because my foot is always in my mouth. I am great at making a fool out of myself at times. Examples include 1. asking my good friend's mother-in-law at my friend's wedding if she was my good friends GRANDMOTHER (GASP). Can we say awkward momment? (on the positive side of things she at least was a grandmother just not of my friend and just not to someone as old as my friend) 2.I asked a woman if she was my Aunts mother. "NO" she says, "I'm her sister". To my horror no one came to my rescue not even my own Grandmother she just sorta shook her head and said quietly,"oh Suzie". Your telling me Grandma! I turned beat red and steared clear of my Aunts "sister" the rest of the bridal shower. 3.I told a man that I hadn't seen in years that I didn't recognise him because he had "less hair" lol! I actually meant that as a complament because the last time I had seen him it was poofy and kinda all over the place but he had it cut nice this time so he looked good. Once I said less hair he bristled a little so I had to make ammends so I tried to explain the above reasoning but it still didn't sound quite right. Good thing my sister was there to laugh at me. I bring this up to tell you that Foot in Mouth disease is genetic. My son Tyler is showing strong signs that he is a carrier.
We were on a play date with a little girl and her mom and I had my three boys. Tyler was on the swing and wanted the other mom to push him so she pushed while we talked. Josh was just a baby at the time so I was holding him. As we were talking Tyler asks out of the blue, "Are you having a baby?" to the other mom. Well no she wasn't having a baby at all she was overweight. I pretend to not hear Tyler and pray that she didn't hear him. After all she was talking and we all know that when moms are talking we don't hear children. Tyler was not giving up easily however and asked her again."are you going to have a baby?" by now I am only hearing half of what she is saying because I'm thinking in my head how I can get Tyler to stop asking her that without her knowing. I tried eye contact but he wouldn't stop looking at her and he kept asking about her baby. Finally she stopped talking and I replied half heartedly because I didn't really know what she was talking about. Then there was a pause and Tyler jumped on it and asked again if she was having a baby. She turned to him and said politely "no I'm not having a baby". That was not good enough for Tyler, he wanted to know exactly what was going on so he asked, "do you have a ball under there?" I was speechless and mortified. She was nice about it though and told him," no I just have a lot of food in there." "OH" tyler says. and with that out of his system he sat there quietly while I apologized for him and turned red all over.
I must love the taste of feet because my foot is always in my mouth. I am great at making a fool out of myself at times. Examples include 1. asking my good friend's mother-in-law at my friend's wedding if she was my good friends GRANDMOTHER (GASP). Can we say awkward momment? (on the positive side of things she at least was a grandmother just not of my friend and just not to someone as old as my friend) 2.I asked a woman if she was my Aunts mother. "NO" she says, "I'm her sister". To my horror no one came to my rescue not even my own Grandmother she just sorta shook her head and said quietly,"oh Suzie". Your telling me Grandma! I turned beat red and steared clear of my Aunts "sister" the rest of the bridal shower. 3.I told a man that I hadn't seen in years that I didn't recognise him because he had "less hair" lol! I actually meant that as a complament because the last time I had seen him it was poofy and kinda all over the place but he had it cut nice this time so he looked good. Once I said less hair he bristled a little so I had to make ammends so I tried to explain the above reasoning but it still didn't sound quite right. Good thing my sister was there to laugh at me. I bring this up to tell you that Foot in Mouth disease is genetic. My son Tyler is showing strong signs that he is a carrier.
We were on a play date with a little girl and her mom and I had my three boys. Tyler was on the swing and wanted the other mom to push him so she pushed while we talked. Josh was just a baby at the time so I was holding him. As we were talking Tyler asks out of the blue, "Are you having a baby?" to the other mom. Well no she wasn't having a baby at all she was overweight. I pretend to not hear Tyler and pray that she didn't hear him. After all she was talking and we all know that when moms are talking we don't hear children. Tyler was not giving up easily however and asked her again."are you going to have a baby?" by now I am only hearing half of what she is saying because I'm thinking in my head how I can get Tyler to stop asking her that without her knowing. I tried eye contact but he wouldn't stop looking at her and he kept asking about her baby. Finally she stopped talking and I replied half heartedly because I didn't really know what she was talking about. Then there was a pause and Tyler jumped on it and asked again if she was having a baby. She turned to him and said politely "no I'm not having a baby". That was not good enough for Tyler, he wanted to know exactly what was going on so he asked, "do you have a ball under there?" I was speechless and mortified. She was nice about it though and told him," no I just have a lot of food in there." "OH" tyler says. and with that out of his system he sat there quietly while I apologized for him and turned red all over.
This is a copy of a story I wrote to a friend to cheer her up after she had a tough week. I didn't edit anything so it's a bit of a mess but it's still a good read. Everything that I wrote actually happened. Enjoy:)
note to reader if eating please put down your snack as this story contains some gross facts.Last Saturday after a fun filled day of sun and water balloon's ;(wink) Suzie's husband Nate got a call from his "used to be friend". I call him that because after that night he is forever banished.They wanted to go out for a motor cycle ride. So like a thoughtful husband Nate asked her if that would be ok. After thinking it over and deciding that it would be a bad idea she said, "sure go ahead, but don't be too long". What was She thinking??? She probably got too much sun.So he rides off into the sunset with her watching his back disappear over the parking lot, she sighs and turns to the chaos that awaits. (Take a deep breath because here is where it gets interesting.)Two minutes after Nate leaves the baby starts crying because he needs to be nursed so she picks him up and sits on the couch while their three older boys play downstairs "quietly". Their oldest Uriah comes upstairs and wants to sit next to her and watch a movie suddenly a call from the basement. It's Tyler the five year old and he's telling her that Duke the dog had to go poop outside so he let him out. She said, "ok just shut the door" so Josh the two year old doesn't get out of the house. Tyler yells back up that Duke pooped outside of the door on the patio and then ate the poop. "SHUT THE DOOR!" she yells as she pictures Duke with poop hanging out of his mouth smearing it all over the carpet and kids. Tyler shuts the door,runs upstairs and sits next to his mom. As he sits there quietly a sickening thought comes to Suzie's mind so she asks,"Tyler did you poop outside?" he says with his head down"Yes." Suzie asked then, "did Duke eat it?"Head still down Tyler says "yes". That's right folks Duke ate Tyler's poop off the ground.Suzie was very mad but kept her cool by gritting her teeth and counted to ten, (a few times).One word popped into Suzie's head "VINEGAR". a special concoction put together by an angry mom a thousand years ago that has since been learned to help create yummy deviled eggs, however taken alone it's nasty. "Go sit at the table" she uttered ,"and wait for your vinegar." He sat and whimpered a little. Suzie put the nursing baby down in his crib so she could attend to Tyler. At that moment Uriah runs upstairs crying like he had just lost his dog...well that's what happened. Duke got out of the yard, Uriah's crying "Duke is gone forever! Duke is gone." Suzie opens the front door and there is Duke sitting next to the door waiting to be let back in only thing is he has a dirty mouth. Suzie grabs him by the collar and puts him on the deck where he chews on a bunny that is now brown. "Well that's one way to get the poop off"Suzie thinks. She also put out a big bowl of water. After forcing Tyler to take a few drops of dry Sherry (the vinegar was used up at Easter) he went up to bed. A few minutes later Suzie announced it was time for all kids to go to bed. Josh didn't like that idea and hit his mommy while going up the stairs. After punishing Josh and saying goodnight Suzie told them all to say their prayers and ask Jesus to forgive them of all the bad things they did that day. God took care of Suzie that night because all the boys fell right asleep even baby Gabe. :) As Suzie stood on the deck she took many many many cleansing breaths before she headed back inside where she sat on the couch and did nothing but rest and think of chocolate deserts and how much her husband owed her a steak dinner:) and that's exactly what she got the next day. :) hehe.The EndAll events in this story are true. names in this story have not been changed to protect the individuals identity because that would be too confusing.hope you had a little chuckle :)
note to reader if eating please put down your snack as this story contains some gross facts.Last Saturday after a fun filled day of sun and water balloon's ;(wink) Suzie's husband Nate got a call from his "used to be friend". I call him that because after that night he is forever banished.They wanted to go out for a motor cycle ride. So like a thoughtful husband Nate asked her if that would be ok. After thinking it over and deciding that it would be a bad idea she said, "sure go ahead, but don't be too long". What was She thinking??? She probably got too much sun.So he rides off into the sunset with her watching his back disappear over the parking lot, she sighs and turns to the chaos that awaits. (Take a deep breath because here is where it gets interesting.)Two minutes after Nate leaves the baby starts crying because he needs to be nursed so she picks him up and sits on the couch while their three older boys play downstairs "quietly". Their oldest Uriah comes upstairs and wants to sit next to her and watch a movie suddenly a call from the basement. It's Tyler the five year old and he's telling her that Duke the dog had to go poop outside so he let him out. She said, "ok just shut the door" so Josh the two year old doesn't get out of the house. Tyler yells back up that Duke pooped outside of the door on the patio and then ate the poop. "SHUT THE DOOR!" she yells as she pictures Duke with poop hanging out of his mouth smearing it all over the carpet and kids. Tyler shuts the door,runs upstairs and sits next to his mom. As he sits there quietly a sickening thought comes to Suzie's mind so she asks,"Tyler did you poop outside?" he says with his head down"Yes." Suzie asked then, "did Duke eat it?"Head still down Tyler says "yes". That's right folks Duke ate Tyler's poop off the ground.Suzie was very mad but kept her cool by gritting her teeth and counted to ten, (a few times).One word popped into Suzie's head "VINEGAR". a special concoction put together by an angry mom a thousand years ago that has since been learned to help create yummy deviled eggs, however taken alone it's nasty. "Go sit at the table" she uttered ,"and wait for your vinegar." He sat and whimpered a little. Suzie put the nursing baby down in his crib so she could attend to Tyler. At that moment Uriah runs upstairs crying like he had just lost his dog...well that's what happened. Duke got out of the yard, Uriah's crying "Duke is gone forever! Duke is gone." Suzie opens the front door and there is Duke sitting next to the door waiting to be let back in only thing is he has a dirty mouth. Suzie grabs him by the collar and puts him on the deck where he chews on a bunny that is now brown. "Well that's one way to get the poop off"Suzie thinks. She also put out a big bowl of water. After forcing Tyler to take a few drops of dry Sherry (the vinegar was used up at Easter) he went up to bed. A few minutes later Suzie announced it was time for all kids to go to bed. Josh didn't like that idea and hit his mommy while going up the stairs. After punishing Josh and saying goodnight Suzie told them all to say their prayers and ask Jesus to forgive them of all the bad things they did that day. God took care of Suzie that night because all the boys fell right asleep even baby Gabe. :) As Suzie stood on the deck she took many many many cleansing breaths before she headed back inside where she sat on the couch and did nothing but rest and think of chocolate deserts and how much her husband owed her a steak dinner:) and that's exactly what she got the next day. :) hehe.The EndAll events in this story are true. names in this story have not been changed to protect the individuals identity because that would be too confusing.hope you had a little chuckle :)
Suzie was in the kitchen putting dinner together and holding a baby that had been fussing when the doorbell rang. Foolishly Suzie thought it was her husband home early to relieve her of the children. As she put the dish in the oven the two oldest boys shout, "Mommy, Mommy there's a policeman at the door!" "Great," she thinks, "the neighbors down the street must be fighting again." As she sees the police officer she realizes he looks very familiar but can't put her finger on it. Anyway she clears a path to the door, shooing children and dog aside, unlocks the bolts and cracks open the door. Oops! She forgot that the dog would want to sniff Mr. Policeman so she grabs the dog by the collar and keeps the door cracked open with a foot. She must have been a sight. Standing at the glass door baby in one arm bent over holding the lurching dog back and beside her three starring silent boys. Mr. Policeman looks on and asks, "Is someone at this residence in need of help?" Suzie could have said, "Yes Please!" and handed him the baby, but instead she said and half asked "No?" Mr. Policeman says,"We received a 911 call from this residence." "Are you sure? from this house?" she asks confused. He repeated the address and yes it was her house alright. "I'm sorry but I didn't call....." her voice trailed off as she looked at her oldest boys, who were both looking at her with big eyes. "OK who called 911?" she asked. "Not me Mommy." they both said at once. Tyler's denial was a little too week in the delivery so without hesitation Suzie told Tyler, "Tyler, say your sorry to the police man." Tyler looks down and says, "Sorry officer."
Suzie apologised again to the officer and said it wouldn't happen again. Mr. Policeman looked like he wanted to say more but thankfully realized he'd be better off leaving so he said into his CB "It's OK. Just kids playing." He reluctantly said "bye." and turned to leave.
It turns out that Tyler made the phone call in the upstairs hallway because he "wanted to see if it worked." Suzie gave him a time out and talked to him about why "we only dial 911 for emergencies". She figured Tyler learned his lesson by seeing the policeman come to the house. As Suzie finished making dinner she figured out why Mr. Policeman looked so familiar. He was the same police man that pulled her over just a few months ago and gave her a ticket. Her very first ticket in all her years of perfect driving (this is a future story).
"No wonder he looked reluctant to leave. He probably wanted to give me another ticket" she thought. As Nate opened the door and walked in he was greeted by three swarming boys all screeching about 911 and Mr. Policeman.
Suzie apologised again to the officer and said it wouldn't happen again. Mr. Policeman looked like he wanted to say more but thankfully realized he'd be better off leaving so he said into his CB "It's OK. Just kids playing." He reluctantly said "bye." and turned to leave.
It turns out that Tyler made the phone call in the upstairs hallway because he "wanted to see if it worked." Suzie gave him a time out and talked to him about why "we only dial 911 for emergencies". She figured Tyler learned his lesson by seeing the policeman come to the house. As Suzie finished making dinner she figured out why Mr. Policeman looked so familiar. He was the same police man that pulled her over just a few months ago and gave her a ticket. Her very first ticket in all her years of perfect driving (this is a future story).
"No wonder he looked reluctant to leave. He probably wanted to give me another ticket" she thought. As Nate opened the door and walked in he was greeted by three swarming boys all screeching about 911 and Mr. Policeman.
Good things do not always come in threes
Grocery shopping is a big downer in our house. Neither Nate or I like to go so we are often heard saying, "I went last so it's your turn this time." Then we go back and forth about how many times we've gone and when. That's what happened on a day last winter. On that day we decided, "fine. We'll both go." So everyone including kids got their shoes on and we all navigated our way through the isles. When we got to the checkout line a man had just paid for his items and was heading out of the store. As we were placing our items on the belt and telling the kids to put the candy back the same man who had just left came back. He handed me some money saying that when he saw us it reminded him of when his kids were younger and how grocery money was so important. So he gave us the change from his purchase which totalled around $37. It felt really strange holding his money in my hands. A little embarrassed and shocked but very thankful. We said thank you and he quickly left. All the workers were watching this happen like a cow with three heads had walked by. So I felt a little like a thief giving the check out lady the money. She on the other hand was tickled pink by what the man did and wouldn't stop smiling. By the time the strangeness wore off we were standing outside by the soda machines. Feeling brightened by our recent run in with fortune we spent a whole .50 on a cherry Coke. When I pushed the button not one but two cokes came out. Wow that was cool, a free soda. Our day was looking better by the minute.
After we got everyone and everything in the van Nate said he needed to go to the ATM so off we went to the bank. While we were sitting at the light to turn left into our bank parking lot I noticed that the green arrow didn't come on. I thought that was odd and made the left turn once there was a clearing from the opposite direction. Right when I pulled into the parking lot I see a policeman waving me over to the curb where I pulled over and got my first ticket ever.
This just goes to show you that good things don't always come in threes.
This was the policeman I recognized in my story "Mr. Policeman" I did not know about this new traffic pattern. There had been a lot of accidents at this intersection during rush hour so they put up signs (that I didn't see) telling people they couldn't turn left during the hours of 3-6pm. I went to court for this and still had to pay the fine but received no points. I was only one of many that had to pay a fine for the same turn. Our county made a lot of money that day. Also, they have put up a new sign that is larger and lights up during those hours.
After we got everyone and everything in the van Nate said he needed to go to the ATM so off we went to the bank. While we were sitting at the light to turn left into our bank parking lot I noticed that the green arrow didn't come on. I thought that was odd and made the left turn once there was a clearing from the opposite direction. Right when I pulled into the parking lot I see a policeman waving me over to the curb where I pulled over and got my first ticket ever.
This just goes to show you that good things don't always come in threes.
This was the policeman I recognized in my story "Mr. Policeman" I did not know about this new traffic pattern. There had been a lot of accidents at this intersection during rush hour so they put up signs (that I didn't see) telling people they couldn't turn left during the hours of 3-6pm. I went to court for this and still had to pay the fine but received no points. I was only one of many that had to pay a fine for the same turn. Our county made a lot of money that day. Also, they have put up a new sign that is larger and lights up during those hours.
Good Times
My brother is going to be married in a few short weeks and so I've been thinking about our childhood a lot lately. Jeff and I were best friends growing up. We did everything together. It wasn't until we both started to date people that we started to loose that closeness, then we grew up and got jobs and went to college. So I treasure my memories of our growing up years.
We lived in a Rancher in Bowie before Bowie started to really grow crowded. Our yard was large with a driveway that wrapped around the house like a L. My dad always had problems with the newspaper man delivering two papers, one at each end of the driveway. We also had several trees that were perfect for climbing. Bushes lined the property and acted like a fence. It may have looked nice but have you ever heard of Bag-Worms??? They are these nasty worms that build themselves a nest out of the leaves on the bush and hang from the limbs. There would be hundreds of these things hanging from just one bush and every summer our dad had all of us out there picking bag worms filling several large trash bags. Jeff and I would pick some off the bush and then stomp on them. Green guts from the worm would squeeze out of the bag casing like play-dough in the perfect shape of the worm. We would put our shoes on for this summer activity.
Our L shaped driveway was a hot-wheels oasis. We went Dukes of Hazard on that driveway! I had a Barbie Hot-wheel and Jeff had a G.I. Joe Hot-wheel. We would spend hours racing from one end to the other skidding into a 180 right before the road. Our mom soon got used to us doing this and it no longer caused her to yell out of the window.
We would climb trees mainly to dangle from the branches and drop to the ground just to climb back up and repeat the process. Sometimes we would sit in the branches and feel the breeze and imagine we were a squirrel or chipmunk. We had electrical wires that ran through the branches of our favorite tree and we knew to stay away from it. I was always a little jealous of the birds that could sit on them and not get fried. We had a tire swing that hung from this tree and I could never get on it for long before I felt sick. This was also the spot of many mud pies and mud balls. We played G.I. Joe's in the mud and made our tanks bust down walls and run over downed men. Mom lost a few silver spoons in this same mud much to her aggravation. It was our mud paradise.
On special days Mom would take us for walks through the forest to Grandma's house...OK not really but we would walk through the woods to 7-11 where we would buy a nice ice cold soda or Slurpee. My favorite Slurpee was Cherry! There was one special day that I can remember very well and it still touches my heart. We had just bought fountain sodas. It was a very HOT day and this was a BIG treat. We rode our bikes ("Dirt bikes" to Jeff and I) and as I got on mine my soda fell out of my hand and into the dirt. I was so upset but just like that my mom gave me her soda. She didn't drink most of it first and then give it to me and she didn't go back in to get herself another one. She didn't even scold me for dropping mine she just gave me her drink. I wish I could call her right now and say "thanks again mom. I love you." It was one of those moments in life that show us how to lead by example and how to just love. I love that memory.
We had a basement that smelled like "basement". You know a old musty moldy smell. Jeff and I would go down and play to cool off or just get a break from being outside. The floor was half carpeted and half linoleum. Jeff and I would get a running head start and slide across the floor in our socks and then fall to our butts and slide some more. This brought many giggles and bruises. I do believe it was in the fall and winter that we would get brown crickets and they were UGLY! We hated these things! I still get the creeps thinking about them. Jeff and I would take shoes and/or books and throw them at the crickets hoping to smash them. Mom said they were attracted to white socks...I still wonder if she was making that up???? Basement steps were perfect for falling down. I did it many times and never broke a bone or neck Jeff and I would play "Chipmunks" this involved speaking in high squeaky voices and we were of course Chipmunks. Our favorite names were Charlie and Henry. Charlie was the favorite of the two. Our girlfriend in this pretend play was a painting of the ballerina. It's the painting you see everywhere but I can't remember what it's called.
At bed time we would go to our separate rooms and fall asleep with one eye open because it didn't take long for one of us to sneak into the others room and jump up from the floor and scare the pee out of each other. Dad worked nights so it was also our time to torment mom if we so chose to. She waited until we were in bed "asleep" to make phone calls. So Jeff and I would meet in the hallway and sneak to the kitchen where we would giggle until she shooed us away and we would run back to our rooms laughing and do it all over again. Then she would threaten to tell Dad and we didn't dare do it again. If that got boring or if we got threatened we would drink a belly full of water and lay on the ground. We would then start to flop around on our backs and listen to the water slosh around inside. Those were probably the nights I wet the bed:) ha We were good kids that had a great childhood playing life to it's fullest the way it should be for every kid. Good Times.
We lived in a Rancher in Bowie before Bowie started to really grow crowded. Our yard was large with a driveway that wrapped around the house like a L. My dad always had problems with the newspaper man delivering two papers, one at each end of the driveway. We also had several trees that were perfect for climbing. Bushes lined the property and acted like a fence. It may have looked nice but have you ever heard of Bag-Worms??? They are these nasty worms that build themselves a nest out of the leaves on the bush and hang from the limbs. There would be hundreds of these things hanging from just one bush and every summer our dad had all of us out there picking bag worms filling several large trash bags. Jeff and I would pick some off the bush and then stomp on them. Green guts from the worm would squeeze out of the bag casing like play-dough in the perfect shape of the worm. We would put our shoes on for this summer activity.
Our L shaped driveway was a hot-wheels oasis. We went Dukes of Hazard on that driveway! I had a Barbie Hot-wheel and Jeff had a G.I. Joe Hot-wheel. We would spend hours racing from one end to the other skidding into a 180 right before the road. Our mom soon got used to us doing this and it no longer caused her to yell out of the window.
We would climb trees mainly to dangle from the branches and drop to the ground just to climb back up and repeat the process. Sometimes we would sit in the branches and feel the breeze and imagine we were a squirrel or chipmunk. We had electrical wires that ran through the branches of our favorite tree and we knew to stay away from it. I was always a little jealous of the birds that could sit on them and not get fried. We had a tire swing that hung from this tree and I could never get on it for long before I felt sick. This was also the spot of many mud pies and mud balls. We played G.I. Joe's in the mud and made our tanks bust down walls and run over downed men. Mom lost a few silver spoons in this same mud much to her aggravation. It was our mud paradise.
On special days Mom would take us for walks through the forest to Grandma's house...OK not really but we would walk through the woods to 7-11 where we would buy a nice ice cold soda or Slurpee. My favorite Slurpee was Cherry! There was one special day that I can remember very well and it still touches my heart. We had just bought fountain sodas. It was a very HOT day and this was a BIG treat. We rode our bikes ("Dirt bikes" to Jeff and I) and as I got on mine my soda fell out of my hand and into the dirt. I was so upset but just like that my mom gave me her soda. She didn't drink most of it first and then give it to me and she didn't go back in to get herself another one. She didn't even scold me for dropping mine she just gave me her drink. I wish I could call her right now and say "thanks again mom. I love you." It was one of those moments in life that show us how to lead by example and how to just love. I love that memory.
We had a basement that smelled like "basement". You know a old musty moldy smell. Jeff and I would go down and play to cool off or just get a break from being outside. The floor was half carpeted and half linoleum. Jeff and I would get a running head start and slide across the floor in our socks and then fall to our butts and slide some more. This brought many giggles and bruises. I do believe it was in the fall and winter that we would get brown crickets and they were UGLY! We hated these things! I still get the creeps thinking about them. Jeff and I would take shoes and/or books and throw them at the crickets hoping to smash them. Mom said they were attracted to white socks...I still wonder if she was making that up???? Basement steps were perfect for falling down. I did it many times and never broke a bone or neck Jeff and I would play "Chipmunks" this involved speaking in high squeaky voices and we were of course Chipmunks. Our favorite names were Charlie and Henry. Charlie was the favorite of the two. Our girlfriend in this pretend play was a painting of the ballerina. It's the painting you see everywhere but I can't remember what it's called.
At bed time we would go to our separate rooms and fall asleep with one eye open because it didn't take long for one of us to sneak into the others room and jump up from the floor and scare the pee out of each other. Dad worked nights so it was also our time to torment mom if we so chose to. She waited until we were in bed "asleep" to make phone calls. So Jeff and I would meet in the hallway and sneak to the kitchen where we would giggle until she shooed us away and we would run back to our rooms laughing and do it all over again. Then she would threaten to tell Dad and we didn't dare do it again. If that got boring or if we got threatened we would drink a belly full of water and lay on the ground. We would then start to flop around on our backs and listen to the water slosh around inside. Those were probably the nights I wet the bed:) ha We were good kids that had a great childhood playing life to it's fullest the way it should be for every kid. Good Times.
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