Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Do What's Easy With OJ


As I sit in front of Tom and Jerry in the other room, working on my latest photos of the newborn, Lilly was trying to give her a bath while our 22 month old was tormenting her with frantic screaming and torturous whining. He wanted to take a bath also. For twenty minutes I bore witness to this scene. And no, I couldn’t pry him away from the bath if I tried, which I did. My wife was pleading with him to stop throwing things, stop crying, to stop acting crazy, and to stop repetitively sliding and banging the glass shower door into the side of her head.

I grabbed some OJ from the fridge, walked into the bathroom singing, ‘OOOOJJJJJJJ……O O O O OJ’. And you know what. He stopped smashing the door into my wife’s head and grabbed the OJ. Sat on the floor next to her and watched our newborn get a bath in relative silence as he slurped it down.

And you know what happened to me? Can you believe what happened to me? I got scolded by the wife because I gave him more OJ. Because a second cup of OJ today was too much. Two is too much OJ. Even in the midst of him being near impossible to handle while Lilly was tending the newborn. OJ, such a simple and benign fix. And yet I was yelled at! Lilly was pleading for me to help, and I helped. I calmed down the raging boy, bringing peace and harmony into our home. And I got yelled at. Need I say, I don’t understand?

Monday, March 15, 2010

Life Is A Mess!!!!

Sorry that I have been away from the whole Twitter and blog thing for the past week…I am just feeling a bit off these days.

Even though my lazy ass is not working right now…I feel run-the-fuck-down. With 6 kids…even the smallest chore, like keeping the house clean is a tough one. But kids aside…I have been spending 10 to 12 hours a week on the Lacrosse field as I was appointed one of the coaches for the new high school lacrosse team. It has been a bit tough as I personally know a handful of the boys and disciplining them has been quite the chore.


On top of that…Mariah was attacked by a pole in a parking lot. Well…the pole did not actually do anything…but it was definitely the pole’s fault.


The puppy is chewing everything and seems to enjoy making a mess.


The guy (a friend) living out back is getting on my last nerve and doing all the right things just as we are about to ask him to leave.

**No pic...Just imagine me puking!!**

Our son Cody had his 15th birthday party with some of his closest pals...and gals.


I have divorce court (again) coming up in about a week and a half.

Basically…I have been feeling like a house-maid with no purpose in life.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Sunday Slides, Funnies, Caption Contest!

Bob works hard at the office but spends two nights each week bowling, and plays golf every Saturday.

His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.

The doorman at the club greets them and says, 'Hey, Bob! How ya doin?'

His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.

'Oh no,' says Bob. 'He's in my bowling league..'

When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he'd like his usual and brings over a Budweiser.

His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, 'How did she know that you drink Budweiser?'

'I recognize her, she's the waitress from the golf club.
I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey.'

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to rub herself all over him and says,

'Hi Bobby. Want your usual table dance, big boy?'

Bob's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.

Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab.

Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her.

Bob tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it .

She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every 4 letter word in the book.

The cabby turns around and says,

'Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time.'


Bob's funeral will be on Friday

1. I can see that happening!


2. that is a bad day right there, click to big!


3. bwhahahaahahaha



THE DIFFERENCE IF YOU MARRY A SOUTHERN GIRL

The first man married a woman from Maine. He told her that she was to
do the dishes and house cleaning. It took a couple of days, but on the
third day, he came home to see a clean house and dishes washed and put
away.

The second man married a woman from Washington. He gave his wife orders
that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes and the cooking. The first
day he didn't see any results, but the next day he saw it was better. By
the third day, he saw his house was clean, the dishes were done and
there was a huge dinner on the table.

The third man married a girl from Alabama. He ordered her to keep the
house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed, and hot meals
on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see
anything, the second day he didn't see anything but by the third day,
some of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his
left eye, and his arm was healed enough that he could fix himself a
sandwich and load the dishwasher.
He still pees with some difficulty...

4. Y'all eat I'll buy!


5. LOL


6. It isn't? Who knew?
7. I can't think of anyone but me that looks good in one but me!


8. Look everyone I found a good use for Rap cd's!




Q: Why do little boys whine?
A: They are practicing to be
men.
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Q: What do you
call a handcuffed man?
A: Trustworthy..
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Q: What does it
mean when a man is in your bed gasping
for breath and calling your name?
A: You did not hold the pillow down long enough.
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Q: Why do men whistle when they
are sitting on the toilet?
A: It helps them remember which end to wipe..
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Q: How do you
keep your husband from reading your e-mail?
A: Rename the
email folder 'Instruction Manuals'

***Caption Contest!!! Haaaaaaaaa Give it your best shot!




Dont forget to hit the GIVEAWAY, anyone can enter, taking entries till the 26th!!

Have a big ole Sunday! Pick some faves, try the caption contest, enter the giveaway! Steal whatcha wanna!

Friday, March 12, 2010

How Clean Should a Kids Room Be?

Well those of you that read me at Sageville know that I field and opine on all kinds of questions real regular. Most are relationship or political but often they are from one end of the spectrum to another. I answer the bulk simply by return mail but some I post about because I think other people might have input or gain insight from the post. All questions in mail are private unless I get consent to post it by whoever asked me and they can own it or not.

Well I got this simple question that I thought would be good fodder for a post so let me know what you think.

Before we get to the question I should state my stance on child rearing or training any person or animal. Consistency is the NUMBER ONE key to making this happen with man, child or beast. If an action gets the exact same reaction every time you can train anything. I am strict. I take no shit, ever. I believe it is my charge as a parent to do my damndest to train my children to respect rules and laws, be they of the government, household, school, religion or whatever. It is up to me to make their passage into adulthood easier by training them to know that if they do the right thing and do what they are supposed to do even when nobody is looking then they will do well and will be on the right side of the universe/gods/God/Mohammad/Budda/Yota or Darwin/Obama for you Democrats. I have said this before but if you missed it you can ask my kids and they will tell you what I mean when I ask them politely to do something, they will say "He means right now and for sure, he don't mean later and he damn sure don't mean maybe". And they are of course correct. They will also tell you "He ain't raisin no damn Democrats, we will be responsible for our actions and responsible for our belongings."

Responsibility is the key for the child and consistency is the key for the parent. A wise man said "repetition is the mother of consistency". So we must glean from that that if the the parent repeats the same actions (reward/punishment) then the child should consistently perform to expectation. And they will. So there that is my take now on to the question.

Here was the whole email. From a married woman (sexy of course, I only ever deal with sexy women) that has a few kids tween down in age.

how clean do you think a kids room should be?

I gave my answer and the follow up email said:

thanks. this is where I feel alone. I have no back up on this stuff. nobody to ask about this sort of stuff ... it is " my deal"

Two things to hit here.

#1. The room and how clean.

Here at the Sage's I demand expect my kids (11/6) to have their room straight. I do not expect it to be spic and span. I do expect the things to be in the proper location, board games in the hall closet, Wii games in the basket, clothes put away or in the hamper, toys in their designated location. Shoes in the closet or against the wall. Drawers shut. Orderly. Thats it. I don't expect them to sweep (all hardwood floors in the house) or clean the windows or dust or do any deep cleaning. Their momma does that whenever she feels it needed, with the child that owns the room.

To get this done I have them on a schedule. When they get home from school they do their chores. Then they do their homework, then they can play or whatever it is they do for fun. Then they eat supper. If you think for a second they won't eat if their room isn't clean you have misread me terribly. If you think that my daughter would miss the father daughter annual dance because she didn't do her chores, again you have misread me. Lastly if you think even for a second that I won't call off a non-refundable Disney trip because chores are not completed, you dear reader have absolutely mis read me. These things happen every single day of their life. They cried, threw down in the floor, vomited, peed on themselves, kicked, screamed, hollard, pooped the floor, and their heads spun around the first week or two. And I assure you "this isn't fair" was their favorite term to yell. But after that it became routine and they do it without a battle now.

So I am ok with one toy in the floor, or some things not in there exact proper place but in general the room being straight is enough for me.

#2. No back up.

This is huge for married/shacked up people in my opinion. I expect the bride to back me 100% in front of the kids. (Ok sometimes people call me out because I don't disclaim every damn statement I make because of exceptions, so here a go. If I am being abusive or demanding them to do something that might kill them or harm them physically or mentally or whatever then she, of course, should of course intercede on their behalf) Outside of that she should back me. She should also, outside of my presence back up my assertions and intercede on my behalf to the kids.

"Baby you know your daddy wants you to clean your room so why not do it before he gets home?"

"Baby you know your daddy only makes you clean up to make you a more responsible person so that when you grow up you will understand better how to run your life and that of YOUR family"

Etc.

And I of course back her 100%. If we disagree we discuss it outside of the presence of the kids and refine our strategy.

Ever heard of "divide and conquer?"
You think a 7 year old isn't smart enough to employ that tactic? If you don't think so then you don't and have never had one.

So dear reader what do you think? How clean should a kids room be? How often should it be clean? How do you get your kid to do it? Do tell.

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Go see what the Real World has going on! I posted here today too I think!


Southern Sage I surely posted here today too, don't miss the great giveaway either!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

At what age can I know this isn't a coincidence?

While reading a bedtime story to my kids, I heard a sucking sound coming from the general vicinity of my 5-year-old son D-. Since he has been known to occasionally nearly destroy clothing and sheets by sucking or chewing on them, I was all over it.

Me: Were you just sucking on your sheet?

D- (innocently): No.

Me: How about your pajamas?

D-: No.

Me: Were you sucking on any of your stuffed animals?

D-: No.

Me: How about your fingers?

D- (short pause, then either coming clean or going for gold in expressing his opinion): ...Yeah-- this one.

Guess which finger he held up to me?



You may also enjoy my previous D- conversations, (3 YO daughter) M- conversations, and (wife) J- conversations.

Posted by LiteralDan

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

No Soliciting

For the past month I have been so excited that we finally got into a house, after I have spent the past 10 years in apartments. Sure we don’t own it, but so what. We can walk out the front door and step out onto a huge porch, and what is this, low and behold, grass. Our own mini field of grass. It’s like freeken’ Christmas came early, errr late, whatever. My boy can just run outside and start reaping havoc without having to follow him out, or making sure my door is closed so the drunken neighbors don‘t wander in looking for my alcohol cabinet anymore, or making sure he doesn’t fall down the stairs into the subterranean parking lot, or making sure I remembered my keys so we don’t get locked out of the front gate, or without having to keep an especially close eye on him because if he takes a wrong step he might fall off the 3 foot wide strip of grass we had at the apartment and land in the street, or any other multitude of crappy things that come with living in an apartment with kids.

So with as excited as I have been, it nearly all came crashing down today. My boy is near two, and he is slowly becoming increasingly difficult to put down for a nap. And we have a newborn, need I say more about that and how it affects our sleep. Mid-day, and everyone was lacking sleep and was ready for a nap. The boy was in his room, just finally laid down in his crib after yelling for thirty minutes and trying to climb out. Lilly had just fed the newborn and plopped her head down. And I just fell asleep thirty seconds earlier, during the latest episode of The Misadventures of Flapjack. When the doorbell rang, and rang, and rang. I could see my boy jump up in his crib through the monitor, and start yelling again. The newborn started stirring, then threw up. Lilly cursed and her bloodshot eyes creaked open. And I opened my eyes back to Flapjack. One dam doorbell, and the entire family was awake, just like that. Then I heard two woman cackling like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off on the front porch. For nearly three whole minutes as we all lay there in bed waiting for them to disappear, they were talking so loud I could hear them all the way to the back of the house through my bedroom door. I walked to the front room and stared at them through the crease in the blinds, and waited for them to leave. Later I noticed they left a pamphlet on the mat which was advertising a local city councilman’s fireside meeting at a neighbors house. Who the hell cares about local politics when we have babies that have kept us up all night you dumb bitches!



So, houses suck. I want an apartment where no one can get in to ring my dam doorbell. I now know why old people have those ‘no soliciting’ signs on their door where the knocker should be. It’s because when they were young and had kids, they got sick and tired of people ringing their bell and waking everyone up, and since the sign worked, they just left it. I’m getting me a no soliciting sign. Hopefully it will keep the girl scouts away too, because I would rather choke on a stick of red sidewalk chalk than try to get down one of those dry, powdery concoctions. And I’ll be damned if they try and pitch me a box of those while my boy’s naptime comes around. Dammit. Ar.

Monday, March 8, 2010

I am ... On the ball

I am going to start by saying that I am a firm believer in organization, preparedness and all around just having my shit together.

With the kids in school and the house quite during the day...I thought that I’d get back into the swing of our ‘school year schedule.’ The kids are gone from 8AM until about 4 every day and we finally have time to get things done. Well… at least that is what is supposed to happen. Between our work, after school sports, homework, play dates and our (collectively) new addiction to the blogosphere, shit is still slipping through the cracks.

While grocery shopping the other day, I seem to have forgotten to buy cereal. When I noticed this last night, I went into “the back up storage” to fetch a box to put into the kitchen pantry. Smiling to myself, I was pleased with my preparedness…I actually HAD back-up. I rock…and the kids will eat some tasty Kellogg’s Honey Smacks!!!

13 year old Cody walked into the kitchen this morning to grab some cereal for breakfast and then he looked over at me and said, “ Um…I think this cereal is…a bit old.” I looked over at him, expecting to explain that they are NOT old and that if he wants breakfast…just to eat them. I did not say that…All I could do was laugh. Actually I burst into laughter…after spitting a bit of coffee across the room.

This is what Cody showed me.


Right...that cereal is OUT OF ITS BAG.

I guess one needs to be careful in what items go into the “back-up storage.”

What a great start to my day!!!!
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