Heaven help us

We're gonna have an official teenager in our midst very, very soon. GAH!! Oh, sure we've been getting the tween attitude for a while now but my Honey bunny is officially turning teen in less than 3 days. You know what scares me about this whole situation, beyond the typical teenagery stuff, she has internet access! She knows the name of my blog! At any point in time she can type in the url, be whizzed away, and read EVERY LAST THING I've written about her, her sister, myself, and at times, her father on this VERY BLOG!! Not to mention the random posts about whathaveyou, that until this point in time I've never worried about her reading.

NOW! Now, I am most assuredly freaking out. Probably there is no reason to have a conniption fit before the fact. I just tend to do that sort of thing, you understand.

But I digress, my baby is becoming a teenager. The HELL. My BABY is becoming a teenager. Hold on a sec while I process that thought… Ok, I'm back.

The two of us have been party planning for awhile now. It's a delicate balance between kids party and non-kids party. She decided to invite some boys this year. Oooooohh! I know. Boys!! The husband & I are figuring that we'll be kept on our toes by this gathering since it's at our house. She wondered out-loud to me, what if there's an awkward moment or we don't know what to say. So we've been detailing what to do for the whole time to try to minimize any weirdness. I hope for her sake that this party is fun for her & her friends.

I'm so proud of her and all she's accomplished in her life to-date. I'm sure I'll be even more proud of her in the years to come. Probably we won't always get along in these up-coming years but it'll no doubt be interesting!

Happy 13th birthday to my Honey bunny!!

Thanks for listening (or reading, if you must be technical),

Ciao

 

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Reflections or me over thinking shit again

I’ve been thinking a lot about my junior high school years (aka middle school- depending on your vernacular) clearly a result of my Honey bunny starting junior high later this year -my natural inclination would have been to say ‘in the Fall’ but kids start school in the middle of August now so that just doesn’t make sense any more. This is another trippy stage for me to go through as a mom. Goody! Kinda makes me nostalgic for the infant period when I was up every couple hours for feeding. *snort* At least I didn’t have to worry about girl drama, dating, and under-age drinking.

So I had a rough couple years (my junior high was just 7th & 8th grade as will be my Honey bunny’s), it was like I went temporarily insane or something because I got just a bit outta control. Frankly, I think all middle schoolers go a bit crazy. That’s why they have to put them in a completely separate school, so they don’t get the crazy on everyone else -that gem of wisdom courtesy of my ever brilliant friend Jan.

My hope is that Honey bunny won’t do what I did. And don’t most parents say that very thing? In fact, isn’t there a song lyric about ‘don’t do as I’ve done’? I know there is a necessary evil there, kids have to stretch and push against the boundries and that is totally a normal part of growing up and becoming independant, I just pray that because we are more able to be involved in her school life and extra curricular activities that we will minimize the crazies. And help guide her through this tumultuous time.

Let me just say that there are moments when I wish I could go back in time to alter some events in my junior high & high school years but then I wouldn’t be the person I am today, right? Right. So even though I wish I could make different decisions or behave differently, I am also glad that I did exactly as I did. Though I still have some regrets. And some seriously cringe-worthy memories. It is what it is.

Whoever is in charge up there (God, Universe, whathaveyou) look out for me and help ME make it through this time cuz my child will probably be just fine!

Thanks for listening (or reading, if you must be technical),

Ciao

 

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How I make back the allowance money we pay the gremlins or who knows how to flush a toilet

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Let me start this out by saying, I did not make this sign. This sign was created by my Honey bunny -for her & her sister- as a reminder to flush the toilet. Why? Because they keep forgetting to flush & its disgusting. That’s why.

Look, I don’t have a problem with the whole “when it’s yellow, let it mellow & when its brown, flush it down” expression for water conservation (I grew up with that one) & given the weather conditions this winter we’re gonna need to save EVERY POSSIBLE DROP of water but they’re forgetting the ‘when its brown, flush it down’ part that keeps this whole thing in check. Then I end up dealing with the grossest mess ever plus the half a row of toilet paper that is also thrown in. Yuck! Yuck! Double yuck! I can’t tell you the number of times the toilet has clogged and nearly overflowed because of that.

So, after too many times cleaning up the foul mess for them, I instituted the $5 payment from EACH of the gremlins REGARDLESS of who actually left the mess, thereby eliminating the “it wasn’t me!” argument.

The other day Honey bunny had the audacity to tell me she’d give me an extra dollar to flush it for her!! And on top of that, she said it all casual like as she handed me the money! I’ll tell you what, I almost flipped out. What other form of punishment should there be cuz I damn sure ain’t gonna reward them for doing what they should be doing anyway!!

I’m in a bind. I want them to conserve water, we should all be doing this anyway (as far as I’m concerned) but how do I get them to remember WHEN THEY GO POOP to flush the blasted toilet!!? Clearly the sign is not working anymore. I’m not sure it ever worked. However I am getting back quite a lot of the allowance we pay them on a weekly basis, so I suppose that’s a plus. Yesterday Honey bunny gave me $5 of the $6 dollars she earned.

What to do, what to do? If you’ve got any suggestions, then I’d be delighted to hear them.

 

Thanks for listening (or reading, if you must be technical),

Ciao

 

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Meet swimmy

So the gremlins had their flu vaccination on Tuesday & I told them they would get a reward for doing so well.

You’re looking at it. ‘Swimmy’ is what they named him.

I don’t know why they picked such a name but that’s fairly typical naming practice for them. It’s like the names they come up with for stuffed animals: “bear bear” for a Teddy bear or “pink doggy” for a -you guessed it- pink doggy. We actually tried to be really democratic this time during the naming process. We all put our name choices on a scrap of paper & pulled his name out of a coffee mug. Both gremlins wanted the name ‘Swimmy’ and the husband & I each had a name we liked. Going into this thing I knew it was stacked in their favor but it is their fish so I figured who cares! Of course, ‘Swimmy’ was the name pulled. And they were thrilled. Personally, I’ve decided to call the fish ‘Tito’. Not the ultimate fighter guy by that name but the Randy, Jermaine, Michael, La Toya, Janet, Tito – Tito guy. Plus I paid for the fish & all the crap inside the tank not to mention I’m gonna be the one cleaning the tank so I’ll call it whatever I want, right?

Since I started my iPhone photo blog, I’ve been testing out different apps to edit & alter the pictures I’m taking. This picture of ‘Swimmy’ is an example of what I’ve been doing. I used the PictureShow app to add a border plus adjust the color levels and overlays.

Thanks for listening (or reading, if you must be techical),

Ciao

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Future political figure?

I’m surprised by my Honey bunny. She decided that she wanted to “run” for 5th grade representative at her school. Why does this surprise me? Because it just does. What? It does. She hasn’t exhibited any real interest in this kinda thing before & I guess it surprises me because I have no desire to be part of a political office, party, or campaign. Does that make me a bad citizen? Perhaps. I do vote, though, so not all bad. But this was NEVER something that I was interested in participating in during my school days. In fact, I don’t even recall there being anything of this sort when I was in elementary school. It goes to show how old I am. GAH!!

Frankly, I think that the shit political figures go through is not worth it. Although they often bring it on themselves, don’t they? Ideally, I believe there was a time -once- that great strides were made that helped society. Now, I don’t think much gets accomplished that helps anyone other than the political figures involved. Cynic, much?

Well, anyway, lets just forget about my feelings on this topic.

So, Honey bunny has created a poster (and Pumpkin had to make one too just because sissy was doing it), written a speech (being sure not to make promises she couldn’t keep), and selected a campaign assistant (yes, seriously, they get to pick a friend to help them hold the poster when they give their speech). 

Today is the day!! She gives her speech today and all the 5th graders will be voting right after. I’m nervous for her!!! But this is a typical mommy response. I get nervous for her every time she has to perform in karate events or the like.

Thanks for listening (or reading, if you must be technical),

Ciao 

 

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Cellular project and that’s not cell phone project

My Honey bunny is a big 5th grader now and as such was required to do a 3D model of the structure of a cell, either plant or animal, depending on their preference. She chose all the materials, how she was going to construct it, and labeled all the parts herself.

It is VERY easy to jump in and start telling the kids how to do a project of this nature (or any project, really). The trick is keeping yourself outta the equation. I had to remind myself that this wasn’t MY project, it wasn’t MY grade, I could NOT take over & do the whole thing the way I wanted to. No matter how badly I wanted to do that very thing.

In addition to this model, they had to do a report, and the obligatory speech. She got an A for the project. YAY Honey bunny! Even without any interference from me or the husband.

Thanks for listening (or reading, if you must be technical),
Ciao

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Shots, shots, shots, I don’t want shots!

If I were talking about shots of alcoholic beverages, then I would be more like, “shots?! yeah! give ’em to me”. But I’m not talking about those kinds of shots. Here, I’m referring to vaccinations. “Shots, shots, shots, I don’t want shots!” are the words that my gremlins scream every time I mention going to the doctor for the flu vaccine. I know I’m not the only mom that struggles with children freaking out about getting shots. And it’s absolutely pointless to attempt to reason with them. Even though I try, like an idiot, EVERY TIME.

Well, perhaps it’s just my children that become wild-eyed crazy balls of nervousness, jumping up & down screeching with dread? (No? I can hope, right?) And this is still happening even though they KNOW they aren’t getting an actual shot. The last couple of years I’ve elected to have the nasal spray flu vaccination in order to reduce the screaming, screeching, jumping up & down, crying fits that always come with the phrase, “you’re going to the doctor for your flu shot”.

Anyway, it’s scheduled for next week and not joking when I say that they’ve asked me every day if today is the day they’re getting their shots. GAH! I give up.

Thanks for listening (or reading, if you must be technical),

Ciao

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