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Tuesday, March 6, 2012

How the Lorax is helping me take less Xanax

My kids have been driving me crazy.  I'm not talking about the normal pick-up-your-clothes and stop-making-that-face-at-your-sister crazy, I'm talking about the slamming doors yelling I hate you kind of crazy.  The kind of rudeness that hangs over you like a Harry Potter dementor--sucking all the joy out of the air.

They are rude to each other, to their friends and to their parents.

They have to be told multiple times to do EVERYTHING!

Brush your teeth.

Get your PJs.

Stop touching each other.

Stop yelling at each other.

They have all taking on an attitude of It's MY way or no way.  Playing games with them is torturous.  Trying to get them to practice musical instruments make me want to cry.  I feel like they are tag teaming me.  They out number me and with daddy traveling more often than not I am at my wits end. 

WITS END!

Even the dog is giving me a look.

Hence my wonderful plan.  My gloriously, wonderful, beautiful plan!

Compliments.  Kindness.  Dinner at the table.

If you speak kindly you get a point.  If you are caught being nice you get a point.  If you are rude, you lose a point.  If you mock someone or speak rudely to anyone you loose a point.  The idea is that once we reach a certain number of points we will all go see the Lorax as a family.

Hopefully a much more civil and less obnoxious family. 
Friday, April 16, 2010

LOST - Everybody Loves Hugo


I was very excited about this episode as, like the title eludes, I love Hugo. I think most Losties too. He is an unlikely hero and I have high expectations for him as this show nears its conclusion.

On the island, Richard and Ilana are in a sort of power struggle and grasping at straws.

Richard: "How do you kill smoke?"
Ilana: "Dynamite. That kills everything."
Richard: "True. And I know a ship that has been on this island since the late 1800s that is loaded with dynamite. It still works because this is not likely to solve any of our problems."
Ilana: "Let's go get some."
Richard: "Where will we put it?"
Ilana: "I will just shove it down into my backpack. We'll trek it through the forest and blow up that plane. That way even if we don't kill smokey we will successfully trap us all on this island until the end of time."
Richard: "This is a good idea. Especially the part about you carrying the dynamite."




Any guess who blew up in mid sentence? Go ahead...shout out the answer when you know.


Meanwhile, back in LA. Hugo is a gazzilionaire with a heart. Yep. You heard that right. He is not only The Mr. Cluck Chicken he is the man of the year, the person of the year and the bachelor of the year.

His mama is proud of everything except the bachelor part. She fixes him up on a blind date.

She doesn't show. But guess who does. That's right. LIBBY! Sweet! I love Hugo and I love Libby. This has to be great. Wrong. She's in the mental hospital that Hugo used to be in. She was apparently on an outing and her doctor lost track of her.

Before she is carted away, she tells Hugo that they are soul mates. That they were in a plane crash together. That they liked each other. He likes her but can't get over the fact that she is loony. Or so he thinks.




Richard is pissed that Ilana blew up the only dynamite they had and he wants to get more. Jack says, "Maybe she blew it up to show us not to mess with dynamite." Jack does have a doctorate degree. He may be on to something.

Michael appears to Hugo and tells him that they must not destroy the plane. That he must convince everyone to go and talk to Flocke.

Meanwhile, Flocke is getting to know Desmond whom Sayid captured and tied to a tree. While he was there "rescuing" Desmond he didn't bother to bring back Jin.

Flocke wants to know all about the experiment that Desmond was involved in and why Chuck brought him back to the island. Desmond seems to be on Xanax and says, "I have no idea, brother."

Flocke takes him to a well in the middle of nowhere and throws him in. In the Bible, Jacob had a son named Joseph. He wore a coat of many colors. In the Veggie Tale version, he is a pickle and his brother's are peas. They throw Joseph down a well. Things end up better for Joseph than all of his brother--just sayin...

Back in LA: Desmond shows up and talks to Hugo. He says, "What's the matter, brother?" Hugo tells him that he met a nice woman but that she is crazy. Like really crazy...he saw the van and everything.

Desmond tells him not to give up. Hugo go to the hospital and makes a huge donation and visits with Libby. She tells him again that they are soul mates. He asks her out on a date. They finally have their picnic on the beach. You know the one Michael so jacked up when he MURDERED Libby!!!

When she kisses him he sees their life on the island.

He is remembering.

Back on the island:

Hurley blows up the black rock. No more dynamite. No more problem. Richard is pissed. He is going to look for some more elsewhere. Ben and Miles go with him.

Hurley convinces the rest of them, mute Sun, Jack and LePenis, to go with him to talk to Flocke. Hurley is scared. Jack is thinking about Kate. Sun wants to see Jin but will have to wait until the finale and LePenis can't believe that he hasn't blown up yet.




Back in LA.


Desmond is sitting in a car outside of a school. Ben thinks he looks creepy. That's kind of funny, isn't it? He tells him to move along. Desmond says, "Okay, brother."
He speeds out of the parking lot and runs over Locke at full throttle. It was impressive.
Fade to black. Until next week....
Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Writer's Workshop - You don't want to know what my kids are talking about

Mama Kat's prompt this week asked "What are your kids talking about?" and for the many of you reading this with younger kids (Yeah Jenners I'm talking to you)you may cringe a little.

SEX, SEX, SEX.

I have fielded more questions from my 10 year old, as well as my 7 year old, in the last 9 months or so than I ever thought possible.

Let's back up about a year to when I had "the talk" with my then 9 year old.  No matter how prepared you think you are to talk about this, you really aren't.  Her then 3rd grade teacher was unmarried and pregnant.  Before I get a lot a hate email for that last statement let me just say that I think if you are going to work with children than you should have a moral compass that points a little conservative.  Hate me if you want, but that's how I feel. 

My daughter's third grade teacher required the students to call her Ms. and made it quite clear to them that she wasn't married.  At the time she had two children to two previous "relationships".  She got pregant mid-year to a "friend".  This was information that I didn't really think my 9 year old needed to know.

That being said our conversation started something like this:

"Mom, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what?"

"If I like the boy I sit beside in math class a lot and he kisses me, will God give us a baby?  Cause I don't think I'm ready to have a baby."

"No, that isn't how it happens.  Besides you have to be old enough to have a baby and you aren't old enough yet."

"Oh, so how does it happen."

"Well, first you have to be naked (or mostly) and then it's kind of like a puzzle.  He has one part of the puzzle and you have the other part of the puzzle.  He puts his piece inside of your piece."

"He puts that INSIDE me?"

"Yes."

"So you can't really do that accidently, can you?"

"No."

"Does the sperm come out in his pee?"

"No, there is another spot for that.  There is no pee involved."

"That's good because some girls on the bus told me that boys have to pee on you to make babies."

"Don't talk to other girls on the bus, they probably don't have acurate information."

"Does it hurt? You know when you put the puzzle together?"

"It's not supposed to."

"If it only takes one sperm to make a baby, where do all the other sperm go?"

"Um (thinking quickly about this one)....they just die."

"Can I take a bath now?"

"Sure.  Let me know if you have any other questions."

"Thanks."(

*daughter departs with a small peck on my cheek; I pop a few xanax.

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