Kinda liking the newest internet fad, Pinterest. HAHAHA. spell check doesn't recognize it! anyway, I have found lots of great ideas on it, and I have found some oddities on it also....and then there's this....
The 30 Day Marriage Challenge...It states, Try our 30 Day Marriage challenge and we think your relationship will see a big difference. Your Husband will love it!
HUGE FREAKING SIGH! So....Myself being the ultimate negative nelly...(no clue where that phrase came from but I use it frequently) I am going to dissect this list one by one and ENJOY EVERY DAY OF IT!.
Day 1. Ask, "What can I help you with today?" Ummm....Ummmm....I'm not quite sure where to start on this one. Umm....yes, he man of the house was at work all day, working hard etc etc...while we what? sat around watching soap operas and eating bons bons. Are Soaps even on anymore and what the hell is a Bon bon??? Yesterday, I left the house at 7:20 am and got home at 3 then sat around with my feet up enjoying my evening....ummm...no! Made dinner, helped with homework, cleaned the kitchen and house, laundry etc etc...and finally fell into bed around 11 or midnight where I proceeded to have trouble sleeping until 2.
Day 2. Go a whole day without correcting your husband. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.. No wait...seriously... HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Day 3 Hug your husband three times today. Can't he hug me three times...and I do mean a hug, not a grope while I'm cutting up onions. *sigh*
Day 4 Kiss your husband the first time you see him in the morning. ewwwwww....I mean really...ewwwwww. We dont do well together in the morning...I dont like him in the morning...he turns on the bathroom light with the door open so the light shines on my face or actually talks to me while I'm sleeping......no thanks.
Day 5 Tell yourself, "He really loves his family and he's doing his best for us." Um...to me this is saying forgive the fact that the man you married is an asshole, he's trying. (sorry mom) I dont think so. I have no problem wacking my husband upside the back of my head.
Day 6. Bake, make, or buy his favorite food. I think I just threw up a little.
Day 7. Leave him a sweet note. Oh lordy...Really? a sweet note? Like what...I love you, I'm thinking about you, You suck but I know you are doing your best? WHO THE HELL CAME UP WITH THESE
Day 8. Put at least one date night on your calendar this month With my husband or girlfriends?
Day 9. Imagine how it feels to be in your husbands shoes. What...you mean to be able to call and say i'll be late tonight, going out with the guys, or yelling upstairs for batteries cause the remote died? or walking over three laundry baskets at the foot of the stairs while saying good night...
Day 10. Today's focus: kindness How bout...I will not kill the man today
Day 11. Tell him, “I’m so glad I married you.” My husband would check the liquor cabinet!
Day 12. Pray for wisdom in being a wife. what the hell does that even mean. Does it mean, pray for the wisdom to relize that even the best killer gets caught after a while..
Day 13. Do not use sarcasm with your husband today. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH I just failed this one three times since typing it!
Day 14. Remember that being a wife is a blessing. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
Day 15. Think only positive thoughts about your husband. Really...I swear I think I'm going to have a stroke from laughing so hard.
16. Thank him for all he does for your family. Your right..rolling over at 3am to wake me up to tell me that a child is up...Thank you, you *&$^#. Weren't you already awake.
17. Laugh with your husband today. Oh I do that one every day...oh...wait..I thought it said laugh AT
18. Who is a wife you admire? Try to be more like her today. Holy SHIT (sorry mom). What? Like June Cleaver? I'm thinking more like Rosanne
19. Don’t ask him to do any chores or honey-dos. OMG I have to go fix myself a drink. this is beyond bordering on the absurd! OH wait...That's right. The ladies in the 50's had 'handy men'. I gotta get me one of those! JK Lou!
20. Today’s focus: patience. Oh you have no idea!
21. Forgive him when he makes a mistake. I swear to god, 30 seconds ago I whipped a piece of chocolate at his head for mentioning something to one of the kids he shouldn't have. course then I quickly picked it up and ate it!
22. Assume the best about your husband. Oh...so I shouldn't cringe when he opens his mouth to say something? Oops failed that one too
23. Treat him with respect today. Right...for today, I will not call him a dumb ass.......to his face
24. Do not interrupt your husband when he’s talking. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...but..but...He's a dumb ass who doesn't have a clue what he is talking about...oh doh...just broke 23 and 20 and 15 and probably a few others just by typing that
25. Ask your husband’s opinion on something. Sure...I try that all the time. Honestly I do, His response....I dont care or he says sure whatever...yeah..that was fun!
26. Encourage your husband. um..to do what? Way to go honey...way to flip that channel. Woohoo! you are awesome! Wow that belch was impressive..I think the neighbors heard it. I fail that one too.
27. Do one thing good for his health (Make a healthy dinner; take a walk together; make an appointment for his annual physical.) does walking out of the room when I cannot do number #23 or my #20 is low or #11 is just so not true today?
28. Look at him admiringly. Make sure he sees you looking at him. ummm..exactly what kind of look is that? I dont think I know how to do that? Should I practice in the mirror? I know how to do annoyed, anger, frustration, etc etc etc...admiringly? WTF is that? Maybe I should watch old episodes of Leave it to Beaver...or maybe I saw it once on the Brady Bunch
29. Turn off your cell phone, computer, or the TV when your husband is in the room. Hey..I turn off my cell phone/computer for NO ONE! I dont even turn it off in chruch..If I dont turn it off for the big guy, I sure as hell am not turning it off for .....oh damn...busted #23 yet again
30. Today’s focus: love. I LOVE MY VODKA, I LOVE MY VODKA, I LOVE MY VODKA
I am so going to hell........
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Welcome back to the 1950's
With the fact that mortgage interest rates are way low, we are doing a refi. Nothing major...simple refi..dropping almost 2%. I'm not sure what it all means, but my husband was practically doing cartwheels about it.
So...we have home appraiser come out which we pay for up front but get the money back at closing...ok whatever...
Guy comes out...I do the dog and pony show, and yes mom my house is spotless! They say it doesn't matter but I think it does. Anyway..we get the report and there are MAJOR ERRORS on it. So first thing I do is dispute ;the charge on my CC. I am not paying for garbage :)
Second...I call the now VP of the company we have always worked with since we bought the house. I leave him a vmail telling him to please call me as there are several errors on the report. It doesn't affect the refi, it just annoys me. Hello, we have more than 1 bathroom and dont have a crawlspace any where that I've ever seen. Things like that. Guy doesn't call me back.....get this
He emails my hubby telling him that he received a call from me about problems and could my hubby please send him a list of the issues.
and now as we enter the way back machine, Mr. Peabody says...WTF! Oh wait...let me polish my pearls and flatten my petticoat...its ruffled a touch...
I haven't called hubby about this yet...but I know he'll defend Ward, saying, oh he didn't mean it like that, and I'll have to rip hubby's head off and hand it to him.
June Cleaver's dead man. I am a semi intelligent woman who can get three kids off to school, while balancing the checkbook, staring a roast, cleaning the kitchen, scraping mud off dogs etc etc....
If I leave you a vmail you had better call me back!! I do wear pants afterall.
So...we have home appraiser come out which we pay for up front but get the money back at closing...ok whatever...
Guy comes out...I do the dog and pony show, and yes mom my house is spotless! They say it doesn't matter but I think it does. Anyway..we get the report and there are MAJOR ERRORS on it. So first thing I do is dispute ;the charge on my CC. I am not paying for garbage :)
Second...I call the now VP of the company we have always worked with since we bought the house. I leave him a vmail telling him to please call me as there are several errors on the report. It doesn't affect the refi, it just annoys me. Hello, we have more than 1 bathroom and dont have a crawlspace any where that I've ever seen. Things like that. Guy doesn't call me back.....get this
He emails my hubby telling him that he received a call from me about problems and could my hubby please send him a list of the issues.
and now as we enter the way back machine, Mr. Peabody says...WTF! Oh wait...let me polish my pearls and flatten my petticoat...its ruffled a touch...
I haven't called hubby about this yet...but I know he'll defend Ward, saying, oh he didn't mean it like that, and I'll have to rip hubby's head off and hand it to him.
June Cleaver's dead man. I am a semi intelligent woman who can get three kids off to school, while balancing the checkbook, staring a roast, cleaning the kitchen, scraping mud off dogs etc etc....
If I leave you a vmail you had better call me back!! I do wear pants afterall.
Monday, February 27, 2012
How to be sexy....
Stand in line at any grocery store checkout and yes, there is at least one magazine that has suggestions on how us girls should be more sexy for our men. sigh......
Why does the burden fall on us? I dont see men's magazines with giant headlines, be sexier for your special someone with these 10 proven tips! Never seen that, nope nu uh...course I've seen, take this pill and you and her will smile for hours....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Sigh.....
We all know that we are not and will never be good enough. The media has been telling us that forever. Our thighs are not firm enough, we have belly fat, our boobs need giant super 'comfortable' underwire to keep them from tripping us, our butts, thank god are behind us and we cant see them, since they are to big, jiggly, cottage cheesy... Damnit, we are ugly as sin! So, we go to the gym, go to the plastic surgeon, buy life sucking spandex type material to hide it. We do this because, afterall, we have to look good for our man.
WTF people.
Google, how to look good for your husband...205,000,000 in 19 seconds
How to look good for wife....About 399,000,000 results
(0.24 seconds) But..wait a minute...first couple of results...fine...after that, and I do mean on the first page
6th from the top, What will make my wife look good, followed by Have photoshop, how to make your wife look good. I AM NOT KIDDING PEOPLE!
Bookstores, self help sections geared towards women..womans magazines telling us we suck but we can improve, seminars, entire weekends devoted to making our marriage happy and wonderful and how to spice things up in the bedroom.
Perhaps I am missing something here..Women, have a job..some have more than one..working outside the house and taking care of the house and the kids and the husband. But for me, I'm at home. I work more than my husband 2x more.. Course I dont get paid for it so it doesn't count..but that's another posting.
Hubby goes to work, comes home, eats dinner does whatever.
Mommy gets up and is working before even out of our jammies. We prepare that delicious meal that we dont get told thanks for and then our evening continues until we put all the kids to bed and then the hubby wants some snuggling time. Quick...you are tired...think back to that article you read in line at the store...how to please your man when your exhaused. WHAT????? How bout this for an article...hubby wants some lovin...you are exhausted..how to slap the shit out of him and get away with it!
Why is it up to us to make sure that our marriages are happy and wonderful. That the man of our life is happy and pleased in all ways. Why are there seminars geared towards women and not men...articles how how to please our man, but not the other way around. Why is it that if suddenly our hubby stops paying attention we start reading self help books..thinking, what did I do wrong, should I dye my hair, buy a new outfit, wrap myself in saran wrap? (favorite all time scene from Fried Green Tomatoes)
Oh yes, the hubbies work hard...have to go to work every day..blah blah blah blah..bullshit. We work twice as hard and twice as long. and guess what else...when they retire, we dont get to! We still have a house to take care of and laundry to do and errands to run!!
So her's a little bit of advice for the man in your life.
Men, husbands, boyfriends, whatever.....things slowing down in the bedroom, honey not paying as much attention to you as when you were first married, feel in a rut, lacking excitement, bored with the same old routine... Well, I have the answer for you!!!
Get off your ass and do something about it.
If you see your honey carrying full baskets of laundry upstairs, dont say, need help?...get up off your ass and run yes, run and say, here let me get those for you.
if you walk in and nothing is cooking in the kitchen, Dont' ask What's for dinner, say, Honey, can I make breakfast for dinner for all of us? Yes, you have to ask first, its not your kitchen its hers!
NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER walk in say hi, sit down at the computer to check your email and call down, do you want to come up and talk to me. guess what the answer is stupid...NO. She m been busy all day, Has probably just sat down..make the effort to care about HER, and walk your lazy ass down stairs and sit next to her and say Hi Babe..whats up.
Men..are you getting the point here...Put that woman up on a pedastal and never and I do mean never say anything about her growing backside...she did give birth to your children you know.
Want some lovin...clean the bathroom.
Life is very simple...we women are not at all complicated. Look at us when we are telling you about the strange sound the vacuum made..it is not important to you, but it is to us and you should care what we care about. Dont walk out of the room when we are talking to you and shout..i can still hear you.
Dinner, regardless of whether its awesome or a disaster, should be treated like a 9 course meal served at the best restaurant in the world. and your woman should be rewarded accordingly.
Which means, for you silly, brain dead men, that you should kiss us on our forehead and say, wow, that was wonderful, when can we have it again, as you start to clear the table. I guarantee you will go to sleep with a smile on your face.
So, you notice a pattern..We, well most of us, do not need diamonds or roses or huge expensive vacations..yes, they are nice but that is not what makes us happy. What truly makes us happy is you reminding us every day why we fell in love with you. The opening of our car door, not honking the horn and yelling hurry up while revving the engine. Smiling when we enter the room, even if we are still wearing yesterdays clothes. If you get up and get yourself a drink, ask if we'd like one too? If you stop at the store, how bout asking us if we need anything. ..I hope, I pray that you are getting the picture here..
Men, its simple...and does not take a lot of effort. Be Nice. Oh..that's from Roadhouse..with Patrick Swayze. Be Nice.
And to all of those womens magazines telling us how to keep our man happy BITE ME!
Why does the burden fall on us? I dont see men's magazines with giant headlines, be sexier for your special someone with these 10 proven tips! Never seen that, nope nu uh...course I've seen, take this pill and you and her will smile for hours....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Sigh.....
We all know that we are not and will never be good enough. The media has been telling us that forever. Our thighs are not firm enough, we have belly fat, our boobs need giant super 'comfortable' underwire to keep them from tripping us, our butts, thank god are behind us and we cant see them, since they are to big, jiggly, cottage cheesy... Damnit, we are ugly as sin! So, we go to the gym, go to the plastic surgeon, buy life sucking spandex type material to hide it. We do this because, afterall, we have to look good for our man.
WTF people.
Google, how to look good for your husband...205,000,000 in 19 seconds
How to look good for wife....About 399,000,000 results
Bookstores, self help sections geared towards women..womans magazines telling us we suck but we can improve, seminars, entire weekends devoted to making our marriage happy and wonderful and how to spice things up in the bedroom.
Perhaps I am missing something here..Women, have a job..some have more than one..working outside the house and taking care of the house and the kids and the husband. But for me, I'm at home. I work more than my husband 2x more.. Course I dont get paid for it so it doesn't count..but that's another posting.
Hubby goes to work, comes home, eats dinner does whatever.
Mommy gets up and is working before even out of our jammies. We prepare that delicious meal that we dont get told thanks for and then our evening continues until we put all the kids to bed and then the hubby wants some snuggling time. Quick...you are tired...think back to that article you read in line at the store...how to please your man when your exhaused. WHAT????? How bout this for an article...hubby wants some lovin...you are exhausted..how to slap the shit out of him and get away with it!
Why is it up to us to make sure that our marriages are happy and wonderful. That the man of our life is happy and pleased in all ways. Why are there seminars geared towards women and not men...articles how how to please our man, but not the other way around. Why is it that if suddenly our hubby stops paying attention we start reading self help books..thinking, what did I do wrong, should I dye my hair, buy a new outfit, wrap myself in saran wrap? (favorite all time scene from Fried Green Tomatoes)
Oh yes, the hubbies work hard...have to go to work every day..blah blah blah blah..bullshit. We work twice as hard and twice as long. and guess what else...when they retire, we dont get to! We still have a house to take care of and laundry to do and errands to run!!
So her's a little bit of advice for the man in your life.
Men, husbands, boyfriends, whatever.....things slowing down in the bedroom, honey not paying as much attention to you as when you were first married, feel in a rut, lacking excitement, bored with the same old routine... Well, I have the answer for you!!!
Get off your ass and do something about it.
If you see your honey carrying full baskets of laundry upstairs, dont say, need help?...get up off your ass and run yes, run and say, here let me get those for you.
if you walk in and nothing is cooking in the kitchen, Dont' ask What's for dinner, say, Honey, can I make breakfast for dinner for all of us? Yes, you have to ask first, its not your kitchen its hers!
NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER walk in say hi, sit down at the computer to check your email and call down, do you want to come up and talk to me. guess what the answer is stupid...NO. She m been busy all day, Has probably just sat down..make the effort to care about HER, and walk your lazy ass down stairs and sit next to her and say Hi Babe..whats up.
Men..are you getting the point here...Put that woman up on a pedastal and never and I do mean never say anything about her growing backside...she did give birth to your children you know.
Want some lovin...clean the bathroom.
Life is very simple...we women are not at all complicated. Look at us when we are telling you about the strange sound the vacuum made..it is not important to you, but it is to us and you should care what we care about. Dont walk out of the room when we are talking to you and shout..i can still hear you.
Dinner, regardless of whether its awesome or a disaster, should be treated like a 9 course meal served at the best restaurant in the world. and your woman should be rewarded accordingly.
Which means, for you silly, brain dead men, that you should kiss us on our forehead and say, wow, that was wonderful, when can we have it again, as you start to clear the table. I guarantee you will go to sleep with a smile on your face.
So, you notice a pattern..We, well most of us, do not need diamonds or roses or huge expensive vacations..yes, they are nice but that is not what makes us happy. What truly makes us happy is you reminding us every day why we fell in love with you. The opening of our car door, not honking the horn and yelling hurry up while revving the engine. Smiling when we enter the room, even if we are still wearing yesterdays clothes. If you get up and get yourself a drink, ask if we'd like one too? If you stop at the store, how bout asking us if we need anything. ..I hope, I pray that you are getting the picture here..
Men, its simple...and does not take a lot of effort. Be Nice. Oh..that's from Roadhouse..with Patrick Swayze. Be Nice.
And to all of those womens magazines telling us how to keep our man happy BITE ME!
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
How much is to much?
We all know that when God was handing out parts, I stood in line at the gift of gab a little to long. That's how I always looked at it. When we were made we stood in line..some of us should have stood in line longer at some stations and other stood in line to long, or got back in line for seconds when they should have moved on. :)
Anyway...I do so love to talk. *shock* *gasp* (playing the part of mom, Lisa just fell over) It is one of my favorite things to do...well wait..let me clarify. I dont like to talk on the phone very often...sometimes, but, ok fine...most of the time I do. Especially when I am folding laundry or cleaning etc etc. Can you believe I dont like to talk when I am online gaming!
Actually, there are places I dont talk very much. Some people who only see me in these places think that I am mean or angry or just plain rude cause I dont talk. BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Isn't that a riot! The truth is I probably dont want to be there!!! so I am pouting!!!
I don't talk if I'm stressed out, KLP knows this from wrestling. Can you believe there are some days I just don't talk to anyone outside of the required kids/hubby/dogs/cat/bird.
I love to telly stories...The Hamster story or the 40th birthday part story are my absolute favorite! To fricking good to be true in my book, but honest they are. ( I could have so sworn there..my Mom isn't around to read this! NO! She's not dead, she's on vacation)
I have had meaningful live altering conversations with the checkout at the supermarket. I just met the guy at gamestop and wow did we have a great conversation. He has two kids, 4 months and 20 months. His dad keeps forgetting not to swear around the oldest. His favorite word is now shit. He wrestled in high school, has a very strong neck and goes to weight watchers on sundays instead of church. Wow...He was a talker....
Once, in the parking lot of Target, a complete stranger started telling me how she was unfriending her daughter who though she was a lazy son of a bitch(the daughter though of the mother) cause after she got out of the hospital where she was cause her F-ing husband put her there....blah blah blah blah...
That was a VERY odd conversation...
Ok, people like to talk to me too...I wonder why? I dont really care...I mean dont we all just sit there watching the other persons mouth move waiting for them to shut up so we can tell our story?? (The really annoying ones interrupt our story, after we patiently waited for them to shut up so they can tell more of theirs, or one up us. *bitchslap* ) or is it just me. (ok, fine, I really dont do this, only to strangers) Oh man.....my friends are so going to be annoyed at me now! I swear...I dont do this very often! I haven't had any good stories to tell lately!
If something is funny, I like to share it. Why not make the stranger next to me laugh. Maybe they are having a bad day? In the locker room at the YMCA. Wrapped in a towel...trying to get dressed, turned to the elderly lady next to me and said, there just is no graceful way to put your underwear on under a towel.... I thought I gave her a stroke! But maybe I brightened her day..or maybe I became her story of how a complete stranger came up to her hand naked and started talking about her underwear! OMG!!!! I'm the woman in the target parking lot!!!!!
Anyway...I do so love to talk. *shock* *gasp* (playing the part of mom, Lisa just fell over) It is one of my favorite things to do...well wait..let me clarify. I dont like to talk on the phone very often...sometimes, but, ok fine...most of the time I do. Especially when I am folding laundry or cleaning etc etc. Can you believe I dont like to talk when I am online gaming!
Actually, there are places I dont talk very much. Some people who only see me in these places think that I am mean or angry or just plain rude cause I dont talk. BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Isn't that a riot! The truth is I probably dont want to be there!!! so I am pouting!!!
I don't talk if I'm stressed out, KLP knows this from wrestling. Can you believe there are some days I just don't talk to anyone outside of the required kids/hubby/dogs/cat/bird.
I love to telly stories...The Hamster story or the 40th birthday part story are my absolute favorite! To fricking good to be true in my book, but honest they are. ( I could have so sworn there..my Mom isn't around to read this! NO! She's not dead, she's on vacation)
I have had meaningful live altering conversations with the checkout at the supermarket. I just met the guy at gamestop and wow did we have a great conversation. He has two kids, 4 months and 20 months. His dad keeps forgetting not to swear around the oldest. His favorite word is now shit. He wrestled in high school, has a very strong neck and goes to weight watchers on sundays instead of church. Wow...He was a talker....
Once, in the parking lot of Target, a complete stranger started telling me how she was unfriending her daughter who though she was a lazy son of a bitch(the daughter though of the mother) cause after she got out of the hospital where she was cause her F-ing husband put her there....blah blah blah blah...
That was a VERY odd conversation...
Ok, people like to talk to me too...I wonder why? I dont really care...I mean dont we all just sit there watching the other persons mouth move waiting for them to shut up so we can tell our story?? (The really annoying ones interrupt our story, after we patiently waited for them to shut up so they can tell more of theirs, or one up us. *bitchslap* ) or is it just me. (ok, fine, I really dont do this, only to strangers) Oh man.....my friends are so going to be annoyed at me now! I swear...I dont do this very often! I haven't had any good stories to tell lately!
If something is funny, I like to share it. Why not make the stranger next to me laugh. Maybe they are having a bad day? In the locker room at the YMCA. Wrapped in a towel...trying to get dressed, turned to the elderly lady next to me and said, there just is no graceful way to put your underwear on under a towel.... I thought I gave her a stroke! But maybe I brightened her day..or maybe I became her story of how a complete stranger came up to her hand naked and started talking about her underwear! OMG!!!! I'm the woman in the target parking lot!!!!!
Monday, January 30, 2012
Have I become one of 'those' moms?
As most of you know, Mom dont read this, C3 is still involved in wrestling.. See previous post regarding not breathing and all :) Here. So...He has continued wrestling after getting the Doctor's ok. it has been difficult for him to say the least.
He has lost every single match he has participated in. I call each loss a learning experience. Every time he has lost, he has learned how to counter a new move. And each match we (he) tries to do something very specific. We have been working on Standing up, which he gets a point for and not crying, there should be points awarded for that also. May be not big in some peoples worlds, but in ours, its huge. As for the crying thing, I have seen plenty of older kids crying at the end of matches, so it makes me feel a tiny bit better.
So, He has been learning, actually getting some points and having fun? I don't know, he seems to like it even though he demands we leave and he's quitting after each match. I don't blame him. I let him vent then we go buy a Gatorade and get ready for the next one.
As previously stated in my last post about this, link above, this is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Console my child, listen to him vent, cry, sob, get angry and then send him back in where in 3 minutes we will do it all over again. I know..Its what moms do. We dont let our kids become quitters. Life is tough...life is not fair...life is hard...you will spend years getting your ass kicked and you will have to still get out of bed each morning and move on. One day, you will win, when, no one knows, but you dont give up...you keep trying, you never quit, and you play fair....
ahh...here is where I am leading to...playing fair. People do not always play fair. Children dont play fair, adults dont play fair, life is not fair. When we were kids, and we complained that something was unfair our parents told us to suck it up and deal. Either dont play with that kid or work it out. I play by that same philosophy. Life is not fair. Teachers are not fair, I am not fair..suck it up..deal with it and move one. Some times there are no solutions...you have to suffer through.
Wrong kid get sent to his/her room, oh well, deal with, life is not fair.
Boss, promotes dude that harvests crops all day...oh well life is not fair
kid next to you graduates first in his class but cheats on every test...oh well....blah blah blah
I am a firm believer that what goes around comes around. Cheat through life and it will come back and bite you in the ass. I also believe in letting it go...you got cheated, it sucks, nothing you can do about it? move on.
Now..on to Sundays meet. C3 had a really good meet last weekend. Got 9 point his last match and would have won if not for a mistake he made with an illegal hold, not mean, locked his hands, not allowed...and he didn't cry!!! it was wonderful
So it was a stretch to fit in Sunday's meet as it was the same day we were celebrating my Dad's 70th bday...but I really wanted him to go because he now had a taste of near victory..of something other than being on his back the whole time.
So, his first match...I was close by due to asthma stuff.. He has requested that I be close by but I dont shout out instructions...I'm just there in case he needs me. His fear of not being able to breath is almost gone. He has done wonderfully! I told him that if he gets winded during a match and he's on his stomach (either that or his back is where hs spends all of his time) to take a second and take a break. Catch his breath...its been awesome for him!
So...his first match...was going good...then next thing I know he's on his back. No big deal. He's there a lot, he knows how to get out of it. its actually very funny. Kind of three stooges like. he rolls to his side an starts running in circles on the mat. Makes me laugh out loud every time he does it! This time is different though. All his coach and I can see is the legs of him and the boy. C3's legs are panicking. Jumping up and down...he is panicking. C3 doesn't panic about getting pinned. He's always getting pinned.
Ref hits the mat calls it a pin. Boys stand up. C3 is blue...lips and all..blue...he's holding his nose, mouth wide open half crying half gasping. I find it odd.. Honestly, the blue thing doesn't bother me. he will breathe..Its ok. But its odd. So, he comes over to me after shaking hands with the kid and the other coach, and he's holding his nose. I figure he got elbowed in the nose or something like that. it happens. We walk off so he can regain in composure. then I find out that the other boy, while on top of him pinning him, which is difficult for C3 in the first place, breathing thing and getting squished and all, PINCHED HIS NOSE SHUT!
this is the inside of my head after I clarified what C3 just told me ARE YOU F-ING KIDDING ME...WHERE IS THAT KID...I'M GOING TO RIP HIS ......etc etc etc.
The the outside of me proceeded to tell C3 how sorry I was that his first opponent was a low down dirty cheater and how proud of him I was for not cheating or resorting to violence against his opponent.
Well, the rest of the day went down hill from there. His fear of not being able to breath, which was gone, was now back full force. He basically refused to move the rest of the matches...and I didn't blame him in the least. He was scared!
Then, I did the mom unthinkable. On the car ride the way home. We were discussing his day. How difficult it was for him, how upsetting it was for him and myself. That's when I did it. I told my beautiful good natured red headed little boy, that if anyone every does that to him again, to start beating the shit out of him. To start punching him as fast as he could. Imagine the dead silence from the back seat. I explained my reasoning. It was obvious that C3's coach couldn't see what was going on and the ref was focusing on C3's shoulders and the mat, so he didn't see it either. Now, if C3 starts punching the kid, the ref will see that or at least the other coach and they will have a fit. The ref will stop the match to warn C3. This will then give C3 a chance to tell the ref and his coach what the kid was doing. I know...tattling is now allowed...WHATEVER. Then C3 can decide if he wants to continue to wrestle this little shit, or walk over and call him a cheating bastard and forfeit, which I would NOT fault him for!
Yes, I know, I just gone done saying that life is not fair and you cannot quit...which is true, however, this case is different. He is there to participate in a sport...to participate fairly, to do his best with what he has been taught.
Kids cheat...its not fair, I get that. However, this kid went beyond cheating. This kid caused my child to fear for his life. If you fear for your life, then you had damn well better walk away.
Self preservation my friend. Trumps all!
He has lost every single match he has participated in. I call each loss a learning experience. Every time he has lost, he has learned how to counter a new move. And each match we (he) tries to do something very specific. We have been working on Standing up, which he gets a point for and not crying, there should be points awarded for that also. May be not big in some peoples worlds, but in ours, its huge. As for the crying thing, I have seen plenty of older kids crying at the end of matches, so it makes me feel a tiny bit better.
So, He has been learning, actually getting some points and having fun? I don't know, he seems to like it even though he demands we leave and he's quitting after each match. I don't blame him. I let him vent then we go buy a Gatorade and get ready for the next one.
As previously stated in my last post about this, link above, this is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Console my child, listen to him vent, cry, sob, get angry and then send him back in where in 3 minutes we will do it all over again. I know..Its what moms do. We dont let our kids become quitters. Life is tough...life is not fair...life is hard...you will spend years getting your ass kicked and you will have to still get out of bed each morning and move on. One day, you will win, when, no one knows, but you dont give up...you keep trying, you never quit, and you play fair....
ahh...here is where I am leading to...playing fair. People do not always play fair. Children dont play fair, adults dont play fair, life is not fair. When we were kids, and we complained that something was unfair our parents told us to suck it up and deal. Either dont play with that kid or work it out. I play by that same philosophy. Life is not fair. Teachers are not fair, I am not fair..suck it up..deal with it and move one. Some times there are no solutions...you have to suffer through.
Wrong kid get sent to his/her room, oh well, deal with, life is not fair.
Boss, promotes dude that harvests crops all day...oh well life is not fair
kid next to you graduates first in his class but cheats on every test...oh well....blah blah blah
I am a firm believer that what goes around comes around. Cheat through life and it will come back and bite you in the ass. I also believe in letting it go...you got cheated, it sucks, nothing you can do about it? move on.
Now..on to Sundays meet. C3 had a really good meet last weekend. Got 9 point his last match and would have won if not for a mistake he made with an illegal hold, not mean, locked his hands, not allowed...and he didn't cry!!! it was wonderful
So it was a stretch to fit in Sunday's meet as it was the same day we were celebrating my Dad's 70th bday...but I really wanted him to go because he now had a taste of near victory..of something other than being on his back the whole time.
So, his first match...I was close by due to asthma stuff.. He has requested that I be close by but I dont shout out instructions...I'm just there in case he needs me. His fear of not being able to breath is almost gone. He has done wonderfully! I told him that if he gets winded during a match and he's on his stomach (either that or his back is where hs spends all of his time) to take a second and take a break. Catch his breath...its been awesome for him!
So...his first match...was going good...then next thing I know he's on his back. No big deal. He's there a lot, he knows how to get out of it. its actually very funny. Kind of three stooges like. he rolls to his side an starts running in circles on the mat. Makes me laugh out loud every time he does it! This time is different though. All his coach and I can see is the legs of him and the boy. C3's legs are panicking. Jumping up and down...he is panicking. C3 doesn't panic about getting pinned. He's always getting pinned.
Ref hits the mat calls it a pin. Boys stand up. C3 is blue...lips and all..blue...he's holding his nose, mouth wide open half crying half gasping. I find it odd.. Honestly, the blue thing doesn't bother me. he will breathe..Its ok. But its odd. So, he comes over to me after shaking hands with the kid and the other coach, and he's holding his nose. I figure he got elbowed in the nose or something like that. it happens. We walk off so he can regain in composure. then I find out that the other boy, while on top of him pinning him, which is difficult for C3 in the first place, breathing thing and getting squished and all, PINCHED HIS NOSE SHUT!
this is the inside of my head after I clarified what C3 just told me ARE YOU F-ING KIDDING ME...WHERE IS THAT KID...I'M GOING TO RIP HIS ......etc etc etc.
The the outside of me proceeded to tell C3 how sorry I was that his first opponent was a low down dirty cheater and how proud of him I was for not cheating or resorting to violence against his opponent.
Well, the rest of the day went down hill from there. His fear of not being able to breath, which was gone, was now back full force. He basically refused to move the rest of the matches...and I didn't blame him in the least. He was scared!
Then, I did the mom unthinkable. On the car ride the way home. We were discussing his day. How difficult it was for him, how upsetting it was for him and myself. That's when I did it. I told my beautiful good natured red headed little boy, that if anyone every does that to him again, to start beating the shit out of him. To start punching him as fast as he could. Imagine the dead silence from the back seat. I explained my reasoning. It was obvious that C3's coach couldn't see what was going on and the ref was focusing on C3's shoulders and the mat, so he didn't see it either. Now, if C3 starts punching the kid, the ref will see that or at least the other coach and they will have a fit. The ref will stop the match to warn C3. This will then give C3 a chance to tell the ref and his coach what the kid was doing. I know...tattling is now allowed...WHATEVER. Then C3 can decide if he wants to continue to wrestle this little shit, or walk over and call him a cheating bastard and forfeit, which I would NOT fault him for!
Yes, I know, I just gone done saying that life is not fair and you cannot quit...which is true, however, this case is different. He is there to participate in a sport...to participate fairly, to do his best with what he has been taught.
Kids cheat...its not fair, I get that. However, this kid went beyond cheating. This kid caused my child to fear for his life. If you fear for your life, then you had damn well better walk away.
Self preservation my friend. Trumps all!
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
When is enough, enough
I have always had an open door policy..Anyone can come over at any time...if they want to share out table, go for it. I always have enough food etc etc to go around.
Well....C1's 'girlfriend' seems to be taking advantage of this..or maybe it just annoys me cause she is a girl and they are 14? UGHHH
Let me back up a bit. First, I dont think you can say two 14yr old are 'dating'. Its just a term they use. I think they use it to scare the hell out of us while it really means nothing at all. This 14 yr old does not have a very good home life. Not abusive but 0 supervision and caring, etc etc. You know where I live, well, she lives down by the river and quite often shows up at my house after dark after walking by herself, never seems to have a curfew...often locked out cause they are not home...lost power for weeks when it was getting cold out...etc etc.
Great...just went downstairs, all the kids are down there, and found them SNUGGLYING in the big chair. THEY KNOW THIS IS AGAINST THE RULES!
Now C1 is grounded for his grades, she knows this, yet keeps just stopping by. I know she is walking...what am I supposed to do???
Do I tell her no and let her wander around in the cold and wet without even a winter jacket to keep her warm. Let her walk the 1+ mile home in the dark alone?
GROWL!!!
Now hubby will come home and give me an earful...telling me I'm to soft...I let him get away with anything etc etc. I'd like to see what he would do when she shows up at the door two seconds after he gets home, its raining and cold and dinner time...I'd like to see him turn her away...
BTW this is the second time she has showed up TODAY....
Well....C1's 'girlfriend' seems to be taking advantage of this..or maybe it just annoys me cause she is a girl and they are 14? UGHHH
Let me back up a bit. First, I dont think you can say two 14yr old are 'dating'. Its just a term they use. I think they use it to scare the hell out of us while it really means nothing at all. This 14 yr old does not have a very good home life. Not abusive but 0 supervision and caring, etc etc. You know where I live, well, she lives down by the river and quite often shows up at my house after dark after walking by herself, never seems to have a curfew...often locked out cause they are not home...lost power for weeks when it was getting cold out...etc etc.
Great...just went downstairs, all the kids are down there, and found them SNUGGLYING in the big chair. THEY KNOW THIS IS AGAINST THE RULES!
Now C1 is grounded for his grades, she knows this, yet keeps just stopping by. I know she is walking...what am I supposed to do???
Do I tell her no and let her wander around in the cold and wet without even a winter jacket to keep her warm. Let her walk the 1+ mile home in the dark alone?
GROWL!!!
Now hubby will come home and give me an earful...telling me I'm to soft...I let him get away with anything etc etc. I'd like to see what he would do when she shows up at the door two seconds after he gets home, its raining and cold and dinner time...I'd like to see him turn her away...
BTW this is the second time she has showed up TODAY....
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Why do we put ourselves through this.....
Today I attended my very first wrestling match with C3. I have decided that I HATE wrestling.
I thought I would't like football...compared to wrestling, I LOVE football.
Let be preface this with this statement...I am not a competitive person. AT ALL. C1 is not a sports kids, C2 was a sports kid until it got competitive, then she quit cause she is to much like me. C3, VERY COMPETITIVE. And every time I type that word, I spell it wrong...see Karma at its best.
Most of you know that C3 is an asthmatic. (spelled that wrong to ) He is not your typical asthmatic...he doesn't have typical asthma attacks. He will be running around in the backyard but having severe trouble breathing and not know it. Its kinda a pain.
He wanted to play football this year...I said ok. I have always said that my kids can try everything once. Except when he asked to the ski jumping...I said NO! I signed him up for football and was there at every practice just in case. No I was not one of those moms and I apologize in advance if you are. I just am not. I sat at my car well away from where they were working out. I didn't want to watch my son get pummeled nor did I want to listen to some strange man yell at my son. So, I stayed away, but there.
Now he's into wrestling. I figured, well if he could do football wearing all of those pads and giant helmet in 95 degree heat, he could handle wrestling. Maybe it was me I was thinking could handle it. I go to every practice, but I sit in the hallway and knit. I dont really pay attention. I'm just there. Practice is difficult but fun to watch. They do cute little moves and jump around and tumble and fun stuff.
Then came his first meet. He lost all three matches? is that what they are called, but thats ok. His first match I think he didn't know what to expect so he lost. The second match he was seriously kicking butt. I mean he was treating the other kid like a tackling dummy! It was beautiful to watch. He was having a blast. Every time that kid stood up, C3 dove for his legs and took him down again. He wasn't sure what to do with him once he got him down, but that's ok. It was fun to watch. And just an fyi...his coaches had his inhaler at matside should he need it and they have been instructed. I dont sit close by during these..We were about half way up the bleachers. So, ref stands them up again, and C3 turns to walk towards the center and he is blue. Ok, maybe more PURPLE, but BLUE or PURPLE is a BAD color to be! KLP yells behind me, he's BLUE, I grab hubby and yell, 'HE CANT BREATH'. Hubby didn't touch one step the entire way down as he flew to C3's side. I grabbed my purple bag of med stuff and fly down after him. For whatever reason, there was a complete open path between me and the ground level. It was odd, either people saw what was going on or I stepped on top of people on the way down. :) Sorry if you were one of them!
I get to him as they coaches are reaching for his inhaler. They boy is now hyperventilating(holy crap, spelled that right the first time). He's breathing but very shallow and crying. I know the inhaler will do him any good now since he's gasping for breath...Dont worry, he lives and withing 10 minutes his color is back to normal. And get this...he only had 2 seconds left to the match, so he went out there gasping and crying for the last two seconds and tried to tackle the guy again. You see my problem here...can't breath but still fighting.
As I said, he's fine...he was breathing normal again very shortly afterwords and wrestled in his third match. (I was on the bottom bleacher that time). UGH!!!
I dont like this..not one little bit. Upon reflection, I believe that it was more of a panic thing than anything else. I think he got extremely winded (he said he got squished by the other boy) and then forgot to breath.
The rest of the meet was a very difficult one for me. Do I let him wrestle, do we quit, is he in danger, will his arm get bent behind his back so far it pops off? I mean HOLY CRAP. Who invented this sport anyway!??!!
No, that didn't actually happen to anyone today, but still. It looks horrible. This is a stupid sport. Its not like C3 is going to become a professional wrestler. The only pro wrestlers are in the WWE or something like that and over my dead body will he do that!
Why in the world am I subjecting myself to this mental anguish...not to mention sitting in extremely hot and smelly gyms for 4 hours every Sunday. I know this is supposed to teach them stuff, like winning and losing and discipline and self control. (especially after he pinched the boy in his last match on purpose!) But honestly, I hate this sport. Its horrible, its barbaric. However, he will continue to participate (sorry mom). He might not do as many meets as the other kids, but he will do the practices and matches will be watched very very closely. I dont want to teach him to be a quitter. Things are hard in life, painful and scary. We dont have the option of walking away and going home when that happens. We have to face it head on. We have to deal with the pain, the days we fell that we cannot catch our breath. I have to teach him that too...figuratively and literally. (spelled both those right the first time) But damnit this sucks. I dont want to do this. He's my last child...my little boy, my baby. I want to hug him and hold him and cuddle him and enjoy his youth even if he doesn't want to. Instead, I will be the good mom, I will wake him up at 6am on a Sunday, get him dressed, pack a cooler, warm the car, help him check in and pray that he doesn't not die while he wrestles.
Life Sucks.
I thought I would't like football...compared to wrestling, I LOVE football.
Let be preface this with this statement...I am not a competitive person. AT ALL. C1 is not a sports kids, C2 was a sports kid until it got competitive, then she quit cause she is to much like me. C3, VERY COMPETITIVE. And every time I type that word, I spell it wrong...see Karma at its best.
Most of you know that C3 is an asthmatic. (spelled that wrong to ) He is not your typical asthmatic...he doesn't have typical asthma attacks. He will be running around in the backyard but having severe trouble breathing and not know it. Its kinda a pain.
He wanted to play football this year...I said ok. I have always said that my kids can try everything once. Except when he asked to the ski jumping...I said NO! I signed him up for football and was there at every practice just in case. No I was not one of those moms and I apologize in advance if you are. I just am not. I sat at my car well away from where they were working out. I didn't want to watch my son get pummeled nor did I want to listen to some strange man yell at my son. So, I stayed away, but there.
Now he's into wrestling. I figured, well if he could do football wearing all of those pads and giant helmet in 95 degree heat, he could handle wrestling. Maybe it was me I was thinking could handle it. I go to every practice, but I sit in the hallway and knit. I dont really pay attention. I'm just there. Practice is difficult but fun to watch. They do cute little moves and jump around and tumble and fun stuff.
Then came his first meet. He lost all three matches? is that what they are called, but thats ok. His first match I think he didn't know what to expect so he lost. The second match he was seriously kicking butt. I mean he was treating the other kid like a tackling dummy! It was beautiful to watch. He was having a blast. Every time that kid stood up, C3 dove for his legs and took him down again. He wasn't sure what to do with him once he got him down, but that's ok. It was fun to watch. And just an fyi...his coaches had his inhaler at matside should he need it and they have been instructed. I dont sit close by during these..We were about half way up the bleachers. So, ref stands them up again, and C3 turns to walk towards the center and he is blue. Ok, maybe more PURPLE, but BLUE or PURPLE is a BAD color to be! KLP yells behind me, he's BLUE, I grab hubby and yell, 'HE CANT BREATH'. Hubby didn't touch one step the entire way down as he flew to C3's side. I grabbed my purple bag of med stuff and fly down after him. For whatever reason, there was a complete open path between me and the ground level. It was odd, either people saw what was going on or I stepped on top of people on the way down. :) Sorry if you were one of them!
I get to him as they coaches are reaching for his inhaler. They boy is now hyperventilating(holy crap, spelled that right the first time). He's breathing but very shallow and crying. I know the inhaler will do him any good now since he's gasping for breath...Dont worry, he lives and withing 10 minutes his color is back to normal. And get this...he only had 2 seconds left to the match, so he went out there gasping and crying for the last two seconds and tried to tackle the guy again. You see my problem here...can't breath but still fighting.
As I said, he's fine...he was breathing normal again very shortly afterwords and wrestled in his third match. (I was on the bottom bleacher that time). UGH!!!
I dont like this..not one little bit. Upon reflection, I believe that it was more of a panic thing than anything else. I think he got extremely winded (he said he got squished by the other boy) and then forgot to breath.
The rest of the meet was a very difficult one for me. Do I let him wrestle, do we quit, is he in danger, will his arm get bent behind his back so far it pops off? I mean HOLY CRAP. Who invented this sport anyway!??!!
No, that didn't actually happen to anyone today, but still. It looks horrible. This is a stupid sport. Its not like C3 is going to become a professional wrestler. The only pro wrestlers are in the WWE or something like that and over my dead body will he do that!
Why in the world am I subjecting myself to this mental anguish...not to mention sitting in extremely hot and smelly gyms for 4 hours every Sunday. I know this is supposed to teach them stuff, like winning and losing and discipline and self control. (especially after he pinched the boy in his last match on purpose!) But honestly, I hate this sport. Its horrible, its barbaric. However, he will continue to participate (sorry mom). He might not do as many meets as the other kids, but he will do the practices and matches will be watched very very closely. I dont want to teach him to be a quitter. Things are hard in life, painful and scary. We dont have the option of walking away and going home when that happens. We have to face it head on. We have to deal with the pain, the days we fell that we cannot catch our breath. I have to teach him that too...figuratively and literally. (spelled both those right the first time) But damnit this sucks. I dont want to do this. He's my last child...my little boy, my baby. I want to hug him and hold him and cuddle him and enjoy his youth even if he doesn't want to. Instead, I will be the good mom, I will wake him up at 6am on a Sunday, get him dressed, pack a cooler, warm the car, help him check in and pray that he doesn't not die while he wrestles.
Life Sucks.
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