My husband is quite the fashion plate when he is "down on the farm". Honestly, we all kick back a little and dress sloppier at home than we do in public, but "Doc" has turned it into an art form. Several years ago, after working in the barn all afternoon, he came in and showered. I remember him coming downstairs and joining the rest of us in the family room. One of the kids started laughing. It didn't take much for the rest of us to join in. "Doc" stood in front of us in a pair of scrub pants and a tee shirt. What's the big deal? Apparently he wanted to sleep or relax in a pair of shorts and couldn't find any. So he took a pair of his scrub pants and made them into shorts. These things were cut so badly, that Tom Hanks in his movie about being shipwrecked, looked like he was posing for GQ. The kids accused him of being in a shipwreck hence the name of his shorts.
Even that wasn't so bad. Most of the kids friend, girlfriends and boyfriends have met "Doc" at one time or another in his boxers. For most families, this would be embarrassing, but as I have always said, we tend to roll with things. It really is rather logical behavior besides. When he is done working in the barn, he comes into the house via the mudroom. This is where he deposits his dirty clothing. Personally, I am very appreciative of this. However, this leaves him the problem of walking through the rest of the house in his boxers. And you have to remember that our house is always buzzing with people, so ..... Tonight, I came in from doing yard work. My husband was in the kitchen with "The Blonde" getting dinner ready to grill. I took one look at him and asked if he was alright?! His shirt was dirty from being out in the barn and one leg of his shorts was ripped near the seam at least 6 inches. It looked like someone had beaten him up and taken his lunch money!! Again, taking it all in stride, I listened to the story. He was on one of the tractors and when he stepped down, his shorts got caught on the gear shift and he fell off the tractor. "Oh my God! Were you hurt?" No he hadn't been hurt, but he stepped off the tractor a second time and caught his shorts again. Luckily this time he didn't fall. Now, here is the logic..... "Doc" was going to make sure that his shorts did not get caught a third time. So, he simply ripped the shorts up the seam 6 to 9 inches. Now, he no longer had to worry about catching his shorts and they were also wonderfully air conditioned for the rest of the summer! Life doesn't get better than this. Call me crazy, but it made perfect sense to all of us! God I love this man!
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When I was little, the original movie "Willard" was made. I distinctly remember seeing it at the theater. If you saw it today you would laugh at the bad dialogue and substandard filming in comparison to today's standards. Back then, as a nine or ten year old, it was horrifying and that movie has impacted me for the rest of my life. Okay, I am terrified of mice. I don't want to hear that they are harmless. They are little vermin that carry diseases. Remember the black plague? And according to my knowledge of them based on "Willard", they are capable of sophisticated conspiracy against humans. And furthermore, I knew Michael Jackson was a problem. Who writes a song and sings to a rat named "Ben"?
I could never ask my girls for help in dealing with these critters. I would never want them traumatized like I have been. However, "The Ninja" and my boys have rescued me on multiple occasions. We live in farm country. No one told me before we moved here that I would have to deal with mice. It wasn't long after we moved into the "Haney Place" that I realized that this was a problem to be reckoned with. It is an old farm house. It has mice. EEK! I remember calling "The Ninja" one afternoon because I opened a drawer on the stove and found a dead one. I stood on a chair while on the phone screaming. God was kind when he sent her friendship to me. My best friend arrived to find me still on a chair and asked me where I saw it. I told her about the drawer and she opened it ever so carefully and then looked at me and said "It's dead." Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that? It wasn't long after that, "Mommy" decided to ask for a hamster. I was a little distraught, I admit. Hamsters are in the same genre as mice, right? But I said yes, against my better judgement. To my horror, it kept escaping. I am ashamed to admit that I was glad when he went to rodent heaven. Not long after that, "Calvin" came into the house all excited and hollered "Look mommy, I found a nest of baby hamsters outside!" EEK! What he found was a nest of mice. I was sure I would never survive out here in the wilderness! When we built our house, I thought my problems were over. New house, no mice. Wrong! They continued to plague me. We live in farm country. I am an intelligent woman. I should be able to comprehend this. Those little rascals are everywhere. I can't keep cats, because the dogs think they are chew toys. So again, God was kind when he also gave me boys. There was that day, when I got out an already opened bag of potting soil and poured it into a basin to start planting flower pots. I ruined some mother mouse's day because I discovered her home complete with babies. I shrieked at the top of my lungs for an extended period of time, causing every male within a half mile radius to come running. When they were done laughing and disposing of the nest, they finally told me that there was a mouse clinging to the house near where I had run to. Wait, mice can climb. Is there nowhere safe?!!! A few days ago, the boys came running as I shrieked about the dead mouse that was upside down on a glue trap in the yard. Yesterday, there were several encounters as "The Surprise" and I cleaned out the attic. All dead, but terrifying nonetheless. apparently "Doc" had forgotten about two bags of bird food that were in the garage. These guys have had a veritable feast going all winter. The cleanup is complete, but I think I need tranquilizers and possibly a higher dose of blood pressure medication. I know those little monsters are plotting their next attack. If you doubt me, watch "Willard". I know that I always date myself with my old-fashioned ideas, values, and love of 70's music and television but I cannot help it! Being social, used to mean actually talking to people, seeing their faces or at the very least hearing their voice on the telephone. Our kids have been inundated with social media, email, the web and cell phones/texting since they were born! I know this seems like a contradiction, because clearly I am using social media to get my messages out. But let's be honest, there are good and bad ways to handle this media. And I love my soon to be daughter in law because she suggested the need for this particular message. When "Mini Me" and "The Blonde" were in college, instant messaging was the big new thing. My highly intelligent daughters would leave messages like "Going to class, be back at 4:00" or "Going to take a shower" or "Heading out to party!" The implied message (at least in my mind) was "Rape or attack me, I am in the shower" or "My room will be empty long enough for you to rob me". A little mom-sense here pleas! I argue with my children all the time that texting is a great tool, just not when you are driving! It is also a tool to be used for quick messages, not in depth conversations with boyfriends. It should be used for things like "Meet me at a restaurant at 5:00" or "Good luck on your test". Deep conversations or discussions or arguments should not be done via texting. You really need to see a person's facial expressions and body language. They tell so much. If you need to handle things by phone, for God's sake at least talk! There is so much to hear in a person's voice! There is so much personal information flashing daily on Facebook, Twitter, My Space, etc. Do I really need to know that you went shopping for three hours and tried on 25 pairs of shoes! Do I even know you?! I lose my mind when I see personal information about the where you are and what you are doing. Don't tell the world that you are on vacation or away from home! Just put up that "ROB ME" sign! And then there are the photos! Oh Dear Lord! If I see one more drunken bash, inappropriate outfit, bathing suit picture, beach picture, or kissing picture I might snap!!!!! Am I the only one who understands that this stuff is out there forever?! Do you not understand that potential bosses and even graduate programs in college check these things out. What you post says a lot about you and often too much!!! Portraying yourself as a "Slutapotamous" as my boys say, is not a good thing ladies. I am sure there is a similar word that you girls can think up to describe the guys that seem to be so "full of themselves" on media pages. I am drawing a blank. It isn't just the kids that do these things either. Adults, you are not off the hook. I cannot tell you how many educators and other professionals use social media inappropriately. Stop it! Live your life for real and not through technology. Social media is a great tool when used properly. Adults, let's set the example. Kids, prove that you are smarter than us. And everyone, could we practice saying the key word here? P-R-I All of you moms, new and old, know the exhaustion you go through at various times in your career as a mother. When they are babies, the night time feedings take their toll on you. When they are toddlers and get sick, you are exhausted watching over them. When they are teenagers and young adults, you get tired from waiting up for them to come home safely. The lost hours of sleep add up! Eventually they catch up with you and take charge because you haven't.
It is a standing joke at our house that I am unable to stay awake when we all watch television together. I have found that if I stay busy, by doing stitchery or something like that, I can stay up. What usually happens though, is that we put a movie in that we have purchased or rented. We get through the credits and about five minutes into the movie and I am out!. Occasionally, I will wake up for two or three minutes sporadically during the movie. Then, an alarm goes off in my body and with exactly five minutes to go in the movie, I wake up. The kids claim that I ask what has happened in the movie; but I don't think so! I find that terribly annoying when people do that to me! At any rate, they swear that they can set their watches by me. Okay, I admit it. It happens. I just figure that all of those years without sleep have added up and the old body just cashed it all in to catch up on those z's. But, I am not the only one and I refuse to take all the heat1 I have seen "Doc" crash anywhere and everywhere, including with his head propped on the fireplace hearth. "Mommy" has always fallen asleep within minutes of being in a car and there was that time she fell asleep with her face in a plate of spaghetti. I can still remember checking on "Calvin" after hearing his shower running for more than 15 minutes and finding him sleeping in the shower. "Super Son", well let's just say he has been accused of being narcoleptic. "Mini Me" and "the Blonde" LOVE their sleep and can rack up quite a few late morning sleep-ins. Let it be known that "Pook" and "The Surprise" now beg to be sent for naps. As much as they used to complain as little guys, they beg for naps now. I distinctly remember telling "Pook" that it was time for bed and having him look at me with a shocked and hurt expression and answering "Why, what did I do?" Well to all of you, being sent to bed is not always a punishment. Sometimes it is blessed relief. Did a little research this morning on Memorial Day. I was curious as to the history behind it. In 1862, General John A. Logan called for a nationwide day of remembrance. It was first observed on May 30, 1868 and was called Decoration Day and was intended to honor those who died in service during the Civil War. This observance was conducted on a statewide level for decades. World War I brought attention to the need for all soldiers who died in all wars in service of their country to be honored. Decoration Day evolved into Memorial Day and was still observed on May 30. Finally, in 1968, Congress passed the Uniform Monday Holiday Act. This established Memorial Day as an official federal holiday and gave federal employees a three-day weekend. The commemorative day was also changed to the last Monday in May and was first observed in 1971. Today, there are many who feel that the original meaning of the observance of Memorial Day was tainted by Congress with the changes that they made. The date is often better known as a holiday weekend signifying the beginning of summer and rather than Honoring Fallen Soldiers, the weekend is marked by parties and barbecues to kick off the summer. Abraham Lincoln was correct, when in his Gettysburg Address he stated, "The world will little note, nor long remember what we say her, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated her to the unfinished work which they who fought her have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion--that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain--that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom--and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth." Remember these words, today and always and especially each time you enter a voting booth. These men and women died for your freedom to do just that. I ask you today to remember all soldiers who have died in defense of freedom for this country. Take a quiet moment and thank them because their selfless service has made it possible for this country to exist. Take another moment to remember the sacrifice that their families have made. Our church honors those who serve in defense of freedom several times during each Liturgy. Remember to also thank God for them and ask Him to keep them safe with Him in Heaven. Well, it has been two weeks since the boys got home for the summer from college and there hasn't been a dull moment since they walked in the door. Before they even made it in the door, they took the garage door opener out of "The Blonde's" car and replaced it with the duplicate for my door. They successfully commandeered the parking place next to me in the garage. ("The Blonde" had gotten the space when "Doc's" truck wouldn't fit in the garage.) They waited all day for her to press the garage door button and open my door instead of hers. At 4:00 when she got home from work, they ran to the window and were devastated that she did not even try. What they didn't know is that she pressed the button in the morning when she left for work in an attempt to close the door that had been left open.
All I can say is "Let the games begin!" And they have. For the past week it has been an exchange of pranks. She retaliated by taking the boys' tv controllers. They got even by taking all of her movies out of their DVD cases. She got back at them by reclaiming the garage door opener and removing the battery packs from the game controllers. Not to be outdone, the boys stole her toilet paper and her light bulbs. I have actually lost track of where we are in the battle at this point. I refuse to get involved in support of either side. I do however, continue to insist that the best solution is a full hostage exchange on both sides. Yeah right. I have also been requested to give an update of the pantry. The day "Doc", "Pook" and "The Surprise" all saw the rearrangement of the pantry they were thrilled. That was before they realized that I had also rearranged almost every cabinet in the kitchen. There are daily curses coming from the kitchen as they reach into the cabinet that used to house the cups and the cups aren't there. It usually takes three tries to get garbage to the pail successfully. Me? I sit back and smile as I watch them wander around the kitchen lost and confused, occasionally whining because they can't figure out where something is. It doesn't take much to amuse me. I love the way my gang can make me laugh. I love my life!!!!! I grew up with pets. We had parakeets or dogs and fish. Our dogs were well loved and lived to be over 20 years old. They were poodles. Now, I know what you think. These were not "yippy", annoying poodles. They were actually pretty cool and didn't shed or have "accidents" in the house. "Doc" did not have pets growing up and therefore we had a hurdle to get over. I happen to believe that pets can teach us a lot. There are all of the traditional reasons of responsibility, caretaking, etc. Most importantly, I think pets teach us about unconditional love.
When "Mini Me" was one, we acquired Patches. Our dear friends had gotten him from a shelter as a pup. They live on a small lot in the Cleveland area and somehow did not realize that a pup with huge paws will become a large dog. Patches was a German Shepherd/Beagle mix. Don't ask, we never figured that one out either! We received him as a gift because we had some acreage and Patches had already eaten through their air conditioner when he was tied up outside their house. He was a great dog!!!!! He loved to be outside and play with the kids. He actually lived outside in the barn or his doghouse. Even when it got really cold, we could never get him to come in. "Calvin" was a little intimidated by his size and the fact that patches would use him to play fetch. We would be outside playing and Patches would come around the corner of the house and spot "Calvin". At the same time "Calvin" would spot Patches. I immediately hollered "Don't Run!" but "Calvin" would scream at the sight of Patches and take off running. Game on! Patches would go after him and drag him back to me by his pants leg. It was a great game and I all I had to do was wait for "Calvin" to be returned to me! Patches of course, came with us when we moved to our current location. He had settled down quite a bit and still refused to enter the house. We loved him like any other member of the family. He was the best at chasing rocks. Not that rocks do a lot of running, but "Calvin" had finally gotten smart and stopped running away. You could pick up any rock in the yard and throw it into the woods and Patches would not return until he had found that exact rock. That game ended when his teeth started to wear out. Chasing a ball was not as much fun or challenging for him. Patches was implicated when "Mommy" broke her arm at age 8, I think. She took a nasty fall and fractured both forearm bones. Her siblings claim that she was trying to ride Patches and he would not have any of it. "Mommy" maintains that she was running and tripped over him. I am sure that the truth is somewhere in the middle, but I am still waiting for it. We fiercely protected our Patches too. A gentleman came to our house one day, wanting us to purchase aerial photos of our house. I politely declined and as he left he swerved his car into Patches and rolled him. "Mini Me" saw the whole thing. We heard him yelp. At just about that time, "The Ninja" came to visit. I came out of the house (pregnant at the time) and said let's go! Without question she headed down the driveway in hot pursuit of the Black Oldsmobile Bravado that had hit our Patches! (Funny how you remember those details!) Eventually, Patches and "The Surprise" became best buddies. "The Surprise" would look for him every morning. The day he couldn't find him we knew something was wrong. The rest of the kids found him laying by the creek, too tired to move. We called the Vet and he eased Patches' pain. "Doc", who never had pets, did not want him buried until he could say his goodbye too. We still love you Patches, and talk about you all the time! He was a good dog, and the first in line! If you have read the Shamu story, you know about "Calvin" choking on a sandwich. Unfortunately, that is not our only choking story. About seven or eight years ago, my brother and his family were here. We were all watching a movie on television. I am certain that I was irritated with someone. You see, at that point, all of the kids still lived at home and as a group they were diabolical about getting on my nerves. When you add my brother's boys to the mix, look out!
Let me set the stage. The room was dark and I am sure popcorn and drinks were involved. Some of us were on the large L-shaped couch and others were laying on the floor with pillows. I can't remember what the movie was, not that it makes a difference, but we were all pretty into it. "Pook" was sitting next to me on the couch, probably as a punishment. Out of the blue, he grabbed his throat and was clearly choking! My first reaction was to dislodge whatever it was, so I pounded him hard on his back several times. Now, you would think that the commotion would get everyone up and helping. Not in this family. My brother and sister in law didn't move. They heard the thuds as I hit "Pook" and didn't even turn around. They decided that whatever he had said or done, I was going to kill him and they did not want to have to testify against me! Finally the commotion and gasping disturbed the movie enough that someone turned the lights on. I remember yelling that he was choking. Suddenly "Pook" stood up and yelled "Somebody Heimlich me!" Silence filled the room. I looked at him with total irritation and said, "If you can say that, you don't need to be Heimliched." Then the questions started about what he was choking on. He said he swallowed a pen cap. Now, I am thinking the pen cap to the Bic Pen that he was holding. I panic. My mind immediately races to it being lodged in his GI tract and surgery. Can they scan plastic? Oh wait, not that end of the pen! He swallowed the little nub at the end of the pen. REALLY?!!! That was what all the choking was about?! We informed him that it would pass and of course he wanted to know if he should watch for it and let us know when it did. Gee pal, no thanks! If you have read the Shamu story, you know about "Calvin" choking on a sandwich. Unfortunately, that is not our only choking story. About seven or eight years ago, my brother and his family were here. We were all watching a movie on television. I am certain that I was irritated with someone. You see, at that point, all of the kids still lived at home and as a group they were diabolical about getting on my nerves. When you add my brother's boys to the mix, look out!
Let me set the stage. The room was dark and I am sure popcorn and drinks were involved. Some of us were on the large L-shaped couch and others were laying on the floor with pillows. I can't remember what the movie was, not that it makes a difference, but we were all pretty into it. "Pook" was sitting next to me on the couch, probably as a punishment. Out of the blue, he grabbed his throat and was clearly choking! My first reaction was to dislodge whatever it was, so I pounded him hard on his back several times. Now, you would think that the commotion would get everyone up and helping. Not in this family. My brother and sister in law didn't move. They heard the thuds as I hit "Pook" and didn't even turn around. They decided that whatever he had said or done, I was going to kill him and they did not want to have to testify against me! Finally the commotion and gasping disturbed the movie enough that someone turned the lights on. I remember yelling that he was choking. Suddenly "Pook" stood up and yelled "Somebody Heimlich me!" Silence filled the room. I looked at him with total irritation and said, "If you can say that, you don't need to be Heimliched." Then the questions started about what he was choking on. He said he swallowed a pen cap. Now, I am thinking the pen cap to the Bic Pen that he was holding. I panic. My mind immediately races to it being lodged in his GI tract and surgery. Can they scan plastic? Oh wait, not that end of the pen! He swallowed the little nub at the end of the pen. REALLY?!!! That was what all the choking was about?! We informed him that it would pass and of course he wanted to know if he should watch for it and let us know when it did. Gee pal, no thanks! LOL! My oldest child was born in 1983 and the youngest was born in 1995. I grew up in the 60's and 70's.. All of you out there know that it was the best time ever to grow up. Families were families. It was safe to go outside. I used to walk or ride my bike everywhere! We would spend the summers outside playing. Baseball, football and basketball games would start spontaneously at the school during the summer. People had integrity. Kids were allowed to be spanked. In fact, my brother vividly remembers being spanked by the counselor, Mr. Francois in Junior High. If you got in trouble at school, you knew you were going to get it worse once you got home. Today, if you get in trouble at school, you berate the teacher and call your lawyer!
The music was awesome! You know it is true, because the present generation is starting to remake all of our songs. I can remember my father complaining about the music that we listened to. He did not have to put up with the rap music that our kids listen to. And it isn't the beat of the music (there is absolutely no melody) that bothers me, it is the words. Now, I wouldn't be honest if I didn't admit that a lot of the hard rock bands in the 70's lived hard lives with alcohol and drugs. But we also had the Carpenters, Bread, Billy Joel, Elton John, the Bee Gees, the Association, the Temptations, Stevie Wonder. The list goes on and on! I refused to have my kids miss all of that. We listened to 70's music! I played it in the car wherever we went. In fact, I got crazy enough to buy the Sounds of the 70's CD set! We loved it! To this day, when a song is on the radio, my kids can bust out the words to those songs! TV was even better. There were no tampon commercials or commercials for Viagra or Cialis, or condoms. You didn't talk about those things in public. Those were private matters! You didn't have to worry about the content of the shows. They were censored. So, you guessed it - my kids grew up on TVLand and the SciFi Channel. We watched Lost in Space, Star Trek, Dick Van Dyke, Gilligan's Island, and all the oldies that were wholesome and fun to watch. If we wanted to get a little crazy, we watched Dark Shadows! We spent time watching Turner Classic Movies and my kids loved things like Miracle on 34th Street, Little Women, It's a Wonderful Life, Harvey and Arsenic and Old Lace! I told them all about Saturday cartoons like Bugs Bunny. Of course, I couldn't keep them living in a box forever. Eventually, they developed their own taste in music, television, and movies. They like a variety of things, including old movies, classical music, and even Frank Sinatra. I do know that they have good memories of their 70's experiences because we still talk about it. Now they buy me boxed sets of those memories to watch whenever I want and I do still have and listen to the Sounds of the 70's! I was lucky. My kids were lucky. I hope their children are lucky too. |
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