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May, 2013

  1. Some Think I Wrote This…

    May 28, 2013 by C.

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  2. Men Are Babies

    May 26, 2013 by C.

    I will admit I have never had a child but I feel that is because I am super smart. I do what I want, the college fund I am saving for is called “Kick ass vacations and stupid crap I want to buy” and the best part…I will never ever have to go through labor pains. I thought these poor fellows might soil their britches. Enjoy!

     


  3. Coddled Kids and Winner Bridges

    May 20, 2013 by C.

    Thank goodness for snack breaks!

    Thank goodness for snack breaks!

     

     

     

     

    I miss the good old days when parents spanked their kids. Not in an abusive sort of way, but in a way that the kids knew who was boss and what would happen if they mis-behaved in any way, shape, or form ever again.

    When did we go from that era to this new era of coddling kids? I can tell you right now, I am glad I grew up when I did and had my rear end blistered a few times. You learned from your mistakes and in a way it made you better person. I am really scared for the future of this country, because it has all been handed to these kids and they are praised for doing simple things children should be doing anyways.

    We have kids participating in sports where no score is kept, you keep swinging until you get a hit and you have snacks at halftime. Back in the day, I would run so hard for so long, just playing after school, that I would lose my lunch in the neighbor’s rose bushes, wipe my chin and keep on running until it was so dark I couldn’t see. If a kid yaks these days, they have contracted a new virus (the dreaded house cat virus that has you hacking up hairballs for weeks) and will miss a week of school.

    Friends, there are winners and losers in life. That is just the way it is. Would you rather they find this out playing t-ball or after they have lost a job because of a confrontation with their boss over a difference of opinion? If you don’t want your child living with you until retirement, I suggest keeping score.

    It is difficult for me to attend my niece’s games. I typically yell at her or the other children the entire game. Most of these kids don’t even understand the rules of the game being played. The ball gets kicked out-of-bounds in soccer and they are looking around at each other like, “Uh oh. What do we do now? Is it almost half-time? I am a little dry and a banana sure does sound good.”

    After the game they make “Winner” bridges for their opponents to run through. I cannot even imagine. At the end of my games, we would line up and pass each other single file, touch hands and just say, “Good game”. I might have been a little high-strung because I was looking out for the player that rode my ass the whole game and when I got to them I would give him the evil eye and pull my hand back. I have always been a bit too competitive.

    You see, I was raised by parents that didn’t coddle me. I learned how to play catch with my father out in the backyard when I was 5. It went like this…

    Dad: I am going to throw this baseball at your head as hard as I can (a real baseball). You can either catch it, knock it down or get hit in the head.

    Me: What????

    Conk.

    I never missed the ball again.

    This could also explain a few other things about me for instance; I have difficulties remembering most of 1st grade and all of my birthdays.

    Can someone build a “Winner” bridge for me to run under so I feel better about this??

     


  4. Memories of Mema

    May 12, 2013 by C.

    Mema loved reading her newspaper first thing in the morning.

    Mema loved reading her newspaper first thing in the morning.

     

    It is that time again, a blog post from my mom on Mother’s Day. Happy Mother’s Day to all of you mamas out there!

     

    As Chanin’s mother and now her annual guest blogger, I am here to speak of my memories of my children. But I’ve decided to change it up a bit and talk about my mother, Mema.

     

    My mother became Mema to everyone when Chanin was born. I wanted Chanin to call her Nana, but mom was determined her moniker would be Mema. She won.

     

    She and my dad were so excited to become grandparents they could not stop talking about it and preparing for it. We lived in Tennessee and would visit quite often so Mema set up everything in duplicate at her house. Every piece of baby equipment, bedding, cloth diapers, bottles, etc was all lined up and ready for use each time we visited. All I had to do was load the diaper bag and our clothes.

    Mema would pick us up at the airport in Tulsa and drive straight to Papa’s office in Quapaw, OK. She and Papa would be so excited to see Chanin.

    Mema with Chanin and Brennen

    Mema with Chanin and Brennen

     

    Mema also dug out my Singer sewing machine (a graduation gift I left behind, mainly because it was supposed to be a car but that is a story for another day) and started sewing for Chanin when she got a little older. Summer outfits galore and fall/winter long dresses with coordinating pinafores. ***Note from the editor: What the heck is a pinafore and did you say dresses???***

    The kid looked adorable.

    When we would visit in the spring and summer, Mema would load Chanin in her stroller and her cool kiddie sunglasses to take her to watch Papa play in golf tournaments.

     

    Mema was always there for Chanin as well as her five other grandkids who followed. She sat with us when some of the kids were sick and required hospitalization. She attended birthday parties, graduations, weddings and births of great-grandchildren. Though the years and numbers of babies increased and her enthusiastic exuberance waned somewhat, her love for her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren remained strong. She loved and adored us all.

    We love and miss you, Mema.

     


  5. I Lived Below the Line

    May 10, 2013 by C.

    Raising awareness of extreme poverty

    Raising awareness of extreme poverty

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I heard about Living Below the Line on the internet a few weeks before it was to start. The challenge to eat only $7.50 worth of food in 5 days and not more than $1.50 in any one day, as a way to bring awareness to all the extreme poverty in the world.

    My first thought after reading the rules was I would never make it 5 days on only tap water. I am addicted to Coke big time.

    After talking it over with a co-worker we decided to do it. It was easier to do as a pair because we could pool our money to buy more and split it (all within the rules).

    We only managed to raise $30 for the cause but in the process I learned so many things.

    1. I eat way too much.

    2. I waste so much of the food that I purchase at the store.

    3. Going to bed hungry is a horrible feeling. It is so sad to think about all the people in the world that suffer through this each and every day.

    4. Brand names are all a bunch of BS. I ate a generic pasta sauce that was really wonderful, same for the peanut butter. In the future I will be eating less brand name things.

    5. When you are hungry it is extremely difficult to focus on anything. Being at work that week was torture and I am sure I was not much fun for my co-workers to deal with those 5 days.

    We lost a combined 17 lbs during that week. That was really not expected at all.

    The message was loud and clear to us…being hungry is a horrible thing and we need to do something about it. I highly recommend people to try this next year when they do it again and try to raise money for a charity that will feed a bunch of people with your donations.

    You can still donate to our team until the end of May if you would like to contribute. Click the link and donate to Team Unimark. We would really appreciate it.

    https://www.livebelowtheline.com/team/unimark?lang=en

    Or take a little money or a few canned goods to one of your local charities that help feed the hungry. People should not be starving in this great country of ours. Help out where you can and make a difference.

     

     

     


  6. Letter From My Neighbor

    May 3, 2013 by C.

    Won't you not be my neighbor???

    Won’t you not be my neighbor???

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    In my mailbox yesterday was this letter from one of my neighbors. I think it might be high time I move. What do you think??

     

     

    Greetings Neighbors!

    As some of you may have heard, Matthew is getting released from prison next week. I know what you are thinking, “Halleluiah! It’s about time!” Well, I am right there with you.

    I am sure a few of you have noticed Ralph’s car has not been in the driveway lately. He just could not deal with the fact my son raped his daughter, Mona and has left me. Matthew had told me on several occasions that his step-sister was just asking for it with the way she dressed in those snazzy cardigans and shiny penny loafers but never did I imagine he meant he would be the one giving her the business. I tried to tell Ralph she was asking for it with the way she dressed. He looked at me and actually said, “You are just as fu%$!@ up as he is.” And so now I am single and ready to mingle, ya’ll!

    Matthew would have been released from prison after two years with good behavior but he was attacked by an inmate one night who was in search of some “backdoor party action” if you know what I mean. Matthew nearly choked the man to death and there goes his early release. It has been a long wait and I am ready to get him home.

    Once he arrives he will need to find employment as soon as possible. He will be staying with me until he can get enough money saved up to rent an apartment and afford to be out on his own. It is very difficult for ex-cons (I just hate the way that sounds…not like he killed someone or was involved in an armed robbery) to find employment after getting out of prison, so I am turning to you, neighbor. Can you help out? He is willing to do any odd job you can come up with around your home…lawn care, car maintenance and handy man type projects. From what I understand he has learned all sorts of new skills in prison and is just so excited to try them out in the real world.

    If interested, first of all God Bless you…call me or email me and I will work you into his schedule. If not interested at this time, don’t worry Matthew will be visiting everyone in the neighborhood to offer his services. He has a way of persuading people once he is around them.  😉

     

    Sincerely,

    Beverly W******

    Phone: 417- xxx-xxxx

    Email: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX