Gee whiz, I hate that Game Cube. It brings out the worst in people. I think it also brings out the best in my Oldest son because it controls him.
"Uh, cut that out or you say goodbye to your precious Game Cube."
"Yes, Mom."
Oh yeah? No more "yeah, mom, whatever"? Oh, you learned that lesson, huh?
I can pull out that shiny card forever, I guess, it is so useful.
My thigh keeps twitching and it is getting really annoying. Over and over.
Today will be my fourth time going to the swim lessons and besides the lady that talked to me the first day (she has not returned since, but her daughter has instead) no one will talk to me. Not that I have gone out of my way to talk to anyone, I just sit down and wait. No one will sit close to me either. They all try to congregate by one another and stay clear of me. Or at least that is what it looks like if someone were to walk in on the scene.
Maybe I freaked people out when the Oldest asked if he could stick his feet in the pool and I said only if he would not splash. He said ok. I said, "if you do...." and then I acted like I was a mobster and used my finger to slit my throat and made that slicing sound.
Eraser Eater let out a bellowing laugh and said, "Mom's don't do that stuff, Mom," in a soft voice. Then he said something about being a criminal.
The slice meant bye-bye Game Cube.
Green Cathedral
Madness in a high-ceilinged building.
Followers
People in my Holy Place
The Professor----Formerly known as Dear Sir, my husband, the man of the house
The Oldest----Known in younger years as Mickey Mouse, and now he is embracing adulthood by being over 18.
Eraser Eater----Well-known for his old habit of eating erasers and whining about ridiculous things. Now he eats Tabasco sauce and says little in his 15 years.
The Girl---The one who is still more mature than I am at 13.
The Oldest----Known in younger years as Mickey Mouse, and now he is embracing adulthood by being over 18.
Eraser Eater----Well-known for his old habit of eating erasers and whining about ridiculous things. Now he eats Tabasco sauce and says little in his 15 years.
The Girl---The one who is still more mature than I am at 13.
8 comments:
Cackle... Sorry... Couldn't help it. Have you not asked anyone to slather your back with sunscreen yet? Great way to make new friends. LOL
Swim lessons seem like an awful place to try and make new friends, if you are a parent. I don't think I'd ever have the guts to sign up my own kids for swim lessons, because I wouldn't feel right with just dropping them off and I would hate to try and be sociable with all the strange other mothers. Unfortunately, I don't really know how to swim either. So my kids will just drown in swimming pools, I suppose, until their dad teaches them how to stay afloat.
That is, when I get married and actually have kids. I think I plan too far ahead : )
Henny---What usually happens is I hit it off with someone and then they just don't care enough to ever communicate with me again or nothing ever happens with it. Friendship is effort, and no one wishes to make that effort. Oh well.
Lyssa--I can't believe you don't know how to swim! All the moms sit there and watch the kids, they don't drop them off. I would never just bail, but some lady yesterday went and got herself a breakfast sandwich at McD's during the whole thing and I thought that stupid to do since her child is so stinking cute, someone could have snatched him. I don't trust anyone.
Oh yes, computer time and video games are like gold around here, and because I have the power to yank them, I have the ultimate power. Muwahahaha!
I think by 2025 every adult will have arthritis in their thumbs from video gaming over exposure as children.
Now would be a good time to invest in Celebrex stock.
I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind...I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time, I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon, I feel there's nothing I can do.
roger that
Lyssa, learn to swim. What will you do if the bridge collapses?
I am no expert on making friends lately. Your pool experience sounds like my church experience.
When they are not playing it, they are talking about it, aren't they?
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