Just when I think my 15 year old kid is getting some sense, he does something so stupid, I want to...
take out a baseball bat and brain him.
Not really, but figuratively.
I've been at my mother's house since last Saturday, spinning my wheels and feeling ever so frustrated. It took all afternoon to load the car-- I did laundry at Mama's house, where it is all on one floor. At home, I'm crawling up the stairs, holding hangers in front of me, while I shinny up backwards . The weather has been unseasonally hot-- we never get temps in the high 80s low 90s in MAY, for Pete's sake. The result is that my heart is laboring away and I can take out a couple of loads, and then have to go in to cool down and rest. My skinny little legs are so swollen from the heat, I look like I've got elephantitis. It took me 30 trips to get everything into the car, and I left stuff there for the next time.
It is a 2 hour drive to my mother's house, and I've made the drive so many times, I have each and every barn memorized, know the rock formation names, and have become intimately familiar with the cracks in the highway. At any rate, I finally got home at 8:30 tonight, and rushed around to take my step daughter to dinner, which is what my son wanted to do after band practice. She has been recently diagnosed with MS, and has just had her first treatment. I was glad to see her!
Thank you, she is doing well. So far, anyway.
Finally, at 11:30 pm, I sat down on my bed and was trying to relax... I looked over and, sitting on the floor, in front of the closet, was my Grandmother's Depression Era mixing bowl. One of the set. I have, thanks to my family that collected it, every item in the set, and two of some things. This includes the bowls, pitchers, teapots, casseroles, coffee pots, juice pitchers, small bowls, salt and pepper shakers, etc. It is called Hall's Superior Cookware. I call it heavy.
My son, had used the large bowl to heat spaghetti-O's, and had left it, on the FLOOR, in the BEDROOM. Caked in spaghetti-O CRUD.
In antique stores, the mixing bowl set sells for $250+. Not only that, but it has a gold edge that sparks in the microwave, threatening to blow up. Plus, he could have easily heated 8 cans of spaghetti-O's in that bowl, and he had PLENTY of bowls to choose from in the cabinet that are NOT antiques to heat his one can. He actually had to go and look for this bowl.
I was ready to kill him. Not only did he make a mess, but he did it blatantly, and GOLLY, I've got more things to do than Carter has Liver Pills... I got him up out of bed, made him go down and wash out the bowl, and put it away, and threatened him with death if he ever got it out again for something so STUPID. We have regular dishes... USE THEM.
I know I'm tired, worn out, and sad, but this was the last straw. All he did all weekend was dig up under Mama's bed to find treasures. I'm not ready for unending treasures, just yet, but he could box up some books for me... AND, just for jollies, this kid will be driving soon.
Now, isn't that a lovely thought? I love my kid, but sometimes, he needs a good braining...
Thanks for coming by! And thanks for listening to me...
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I know I'm complaining about something stupid. I mean, he could be cooking meth in that bowl... But, it was just the last straw of the day...
Of late, he's been really scatter-brained, and cross. I know he's 15, but, EGADS, does he have to BE a 15 year old? I remember teaching his age group, and by now, the other 15 year olds had matured quite a bit. Things that make you say Hmmmmmmm...
This could be a good lesson is how hard it is to clean aged caked on goo ...
Yes and he could have washed it out with a Brillo Pad. LOL
I'll send my Daddy over there. He knows how to take care of these things. I know. Personal experience. LOL
I found that to the be the most effect teaching tool ..EVER!
I often would get my kids up in the middle of the night to finish something they left undone. They hated it like crazy, but after cleaning up their messes, amid a copious amount of grumbling and under-the-breath-cursing, they eventually learned leaving things out was not a good idea.
I'm sorry to hear about your stepdaughter. I hope everything works out ok for her. I'll be keeping her in my thought and prayers.
I hope your mom is doing well. And you gotta slow down girl! That leg swelling business is not good for your heart.
Well, my husband was in bed sleeping, and I thought I would burst, if I didn't vent...
It's stupid, I know. He's a good kid. But, sometimes, I wonder where his brain is...
Rest assured, I inspected it before it went back into the cabinet. It was clean.
It has been a very long and trying day... And, as they say, Shit rolls downhill.
Hey, dear Jerry! I think he got the point.
I'm really worried about her. She and her husband live in Hazard, KY, (as in Dukes of Hazard), and all I can say if they ever give KY an enema, they'll stick it there. Her husband is in Physical Therapy school, so it is only one more year, but it is hard, all the same. I've stayed there before and would rather drive 2 hours to Richmond to stay in a decent hotel...
Jerry, I didn't tell a whole lot of people, but my mother passed away in late March. I'm trying to make sense of the house, which is a full-time job, in and of itself. Mama and I are descended from generations of pack rats. Needless to say, I'm finding things I didn't know existed!
Thank you, very much, for your kind thoughts. I think of you and your son every day, and say a prayer for your family.
The leg swelling is worrisome. I'll have to go back to the doctor, again. ICK!!! Take care, Jerry!
He wouldn't have cleaned that up either D...LOL
Hi Martha,
How stupid of me! I think recall, now that you remind me, of learning your mom had passed away. That's not kind of thing one is supposed to forget to remember. I apologize for my absentmindedness. (didn't think that was really a word, but spell check took it, so I guess it is) anyway, my condolences for your loss, and thank you for keeping Marc in your thoughts.
Btw, what the hell are you doing up at this hour?!
Sometimes, Dowser, I wonder how you get to do all that you do in between all the time you spend writing.
Dowser, it's time for you to sit down in a quiet place and read once again the Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1876) and its sequel, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885) by Mark Twain. Boys will be boys and there is nothing wrong with that. Do they ever grow up? Maybe not. Isn't that wonderful?
My mom had that set of bowls she got from grandma. She used them all the time. She made the best custard ever in the big one. Nutmeg on top. I think the bowl make it taste better.
I don't know what it is with woman and dishes some times...I remember once going to a garage sale with the wife and I bought an antique soup turine for $15.00. I was proud of it butthe wife just gave me tha foolish look that said Oh really . I wasn't until she had a fancy dinner party and I decided to show off my buy and used it for the soup that evening.....to find out my soup turine was really an antique chamber Pot was quite unsettling at the dinner table....of course no one wanted any soup and the anger the wife displayed was shall we say unbearable......
Dearest Dowser, If there are Saints, you definitely are one! You need to just put things on hold for now, and just get away for a weekend or so. There is nothing on this earth that is more important than one's peace of mind and heart. You have been through so much lately, you need to get away for your well being. When I was 5 years old (middle child of 5 ) my Mother abandoned us because of spousal abuse. Never saw or heard from her again. But...there were a lot of things she left behind that got distributed amongst us children. I got a beautiful set of dishes along with cups and saucers to match. When my oldest daughter was about 12 years old, she decide to serve a few of hers friends some Pepsi in the coffee cups...(?)..well, guess what happened to the cups?? Yup..they got broken. I didn't speak to her for about 1 weekthen I realized that the cups were just "things". When that hit me, I felt worse for being so mean to my daughter.
Yes,children do really STUPID things.....EVERY CHILD, even us when we were children. (except me of course) Please, do yourself a favor and just get away all by yourself for a while, you need it, and deserve it dear friend.
Thanks, my dear friend. It is hard living in two time zones...
Can't sleep. I have restless leg syndrome, so I can only sleep between 3-9, sort of... I take medication for it, and that helps, a LOT, but I still lie there with my eyes open, buzzing..
Don't worry, we're all in such a rush these days. I can barely keep up with what day of the week it is!
Much love!
You've got that right!
He's 15. WHAT can I say? One moment, he behaves like he is 5, the next moment he behaves like he is 45...
Oh my. I'm so tired right now, and it is a job to keep my spirits up. I am utterly overwhelmed, by everything, at this moment. Did you get your package?
I KNOW this sounds silly to say, but these bowls are blessed. Any time I make something in these bowls, it turns out, and tastes like Grandma made it.
It's like using Grandpa's screw drivers. They work well, and I don't make a mess. All this stuff that was theirs is blessed...
Hahaha! I would have appreciated that evening! What a hoot!
We've got several of those old "soup turines", too. But ours are in a matching set, so there is not mistaking that one little item from part of the set. Let's see, there's the soap dish, the water pitcher and bowl, the hair receiver, the tray, the toothbrush holder, and then, the Chamber Pot.
Thanks for the laugh!!!
At Mama's house, I installed locks on several cabinets, to keep the people staying with her out of them. THAT worked.
I may have to do that at home, too! My son wouldn't break anything on purpose, but accidents happen. The only thing I ever broke was an antique incense burner. It was Buddha shaped, and meant something to someone. I was 5 and utterly horrified. I was so afraid I'd get in trouble, I went into the front yard and climbed up under the tulip bush, and cried. Grandma found me and was wonderful about it.
From then on, I was allowed to wear some of her good jewelry while we ate supper, and play with her "pretties" and never ever broke another item. Now, at home, I broke some stuff and got into terrible trouble. Maybe that is why I was so upset at Grandma's house...
No, dear Tzia, I am far from a saint. I hope I find one to stand next to, so maybe I'll be caught in the updraft.
We are going to the camper this weekend, and MAN, am I ready! I've GOT to quit going there so much. It's killing me! (both mentally and physically)
Dear Tzia, there are china exchanges... Have you looked into replacements? I'm going to order some replacement cups for my mother's china, if I can find them. In 1963, we were having company, serving pie, and Mama slipped on some water on the floor, and fell through the glass-topped table in the kitchen, breaking all but 2 of her cups and saucers. Luckily, she was unhurt! After she fell through 3 more times, Daddy replaced it with plexiglass, which, in the 1960s, was a big deal. He had to order it from an airplane company.
I love you, dear friend!
Good for you dear friend.You deserve to be able to get away.I'm sure you will LOVE being away from everything. You certainly need the vacation. Try to forget about everything except enjoying yourself.
I love you too dear Dowser!!
I HOPE that I will be able to be around polite company... We are going to a barbecue, and, of late, I can't seem to communicate so well with others. I've been so stressed out, and isolated, that it's really hard to carry on a conversation... I may have to take my computer and type my answers out to people!
I sincerely hope you are kidding.
Yeah, I am. He is a good kid. A really good kid. He wouldn't take this stuff and sell it for drugs or anything.
He just got a hair cut, and he has been peeled. He likes to look peeled, and I like his hair a bit longer...
Dear Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer-- they were really something! I'll never forget those books!
For a moment there I thought you had gone absolutely nuts. ha ha ha
Yes, the kids are wearing their hair shorter now. Summer is here and longer hair is just too hot. But, I went male pattern bald when I was 17 - 19 years old. If I had hair, it would be all the way down my back just because I could.
Let's put it this way: You have a son, so you have to pick up after him. If you didn't have a son, you wouldn't get to pick up after him.
Dowser ,
You think your kid is causing problems ? Consider yourself lucky :
Boy turns dad's passport into artwork, gets them stuck in South Korea
I AM lucky! It was just an annoyance.
I am very fortunate, dear Grump. I know that. In MANY ways!
I was just tired, worn out, and overwrought. I needed to vent...
I needed to vent...
That's OK, everybody needs to vent once in a while.
Yeah he would've.
Drug dealers are paranoid, don't like to leave anything around that might indicate what theyr're up to.
But I can't even imagine any kid of Marthas' being a dealer unless they're playing cards.
The bowls are haunted !
Tough people and ... memes .
Yeah, I'm afraid he inherited some of his Mama's niavity... I was in my 40's before I realized that everyone in the band Queen was gay.
In my defense, is everyone in Queens, NY gay? No.
And ugly pictures on the internet. They last forever!!!
Ugly videos too :
Petey, what does this have to do with my annoyance with my son? Please, don't add to the melee, and stay on the somewhat loose topic...
Are you taking any meds for sinus problems or allergies ? A lot of those meds have stimulants.
Hope you feel better soon. I have a feeling your boy is gonna be fine. Teenagers are a pain but you both will get through it. XO
It's Marsha.
Yes, I do. If I can't take it, I'll drown. As it is, I have to sleep propped up, which kills the arthritis, just so my nose drains and I don't get so choked up in the night. Plus, I have a hiatal hernia, and acid reflux, so sleeping propped up helps with that, too.
Of late, between allergies, emotions, etc., I've been pretty miserable on a daily basis. I'm not giving up, yet. I need to go see my doctor anyway.
I'm thinking I should install one at work, and one in my bedroom...
That's ok. My own grandmother called me Martha. I'm sort of used to it.
Everyone else, including complete strangers, called me Norma, my mother's name. I'll answer to about anything!
Yeah, my mother was the original Norma Scherer... (except that the movie star was Norma Schearer.)
No harm intended . I was hoping to garner some interest for that video ... and some perspective on the climate .
I know it's Marsha Grump. It was a typo, I shouldn'tbe up doing this at 3 in the morning. I only wish that was the worst faux pas I made on that page.
Jerry, you did just fine!!! Please, I'm not worried about it, at all!!!
Take care!
"Marsha, Marsha,Marsha" (the Brady Bunch) lol...
And I married John.
"John! Marsha! John! Marsha!"
lol....
Stan Freburg has had me giggling for many years.
Dowser, sometimes, I wonder if they are just as confused as we are.
..Kinda like us.. We want to have fun, then we remember we're supposed to be adults! lol
Dowser, I wish I could tell you it gets better, and it somewhat does, but not for awhile! My son just turned 30, and the only reason I don't share all the dumb things he has done is I don't want anyone to know I raised a son that was that unintelligent! lol! But, he does have a daughter now and every once in a while he will call me just to apologize, because his daughter, my sweet, sweet grandbaby, has proven the theory that if you don't kill them when they are teen-agers, someday they will have children just like them! Good luck!
I'm over 30, and I STILL do dumb stuff.... sigh lol..
Wow...she fell through the table 4 times! I hope she was always unhurt. I'm so glad your Father was able to get the plexiglass. My story was about a beautiful Tiffany-cut Ruby ring my Grandmother passed to me that belonged to her mother. I was so proud of it that I wore it to school. It was a little too large for my finger and distracted me, always having to adjust it, so I took it off during a test, and 'somehow' forgot that I left it on my desk! I got permission during my next class to go back - and it was gone. I have always thought the teacher took it. There was no class in session, but my teacher was there and claimed no knowledge of it. I was sick. My Grandmother never forgave me. It was horrible when I told her and continued to be for the rest of her life. After that, I've tried to be a different type of person. People are more important than the mistakes that happen in our lives.
xo
THAT is the truth! Well said, Chloe!
I'm 58, going on 59, and I still do dumb stuff, too...
Well, I don't care how old I get, I WILL' NEVER GOING TO GROW UP, I REFUSE TO"
And to think, when I was a young girl I couldn't wait to grow up....pfft !! lol...
Exactly how I feel...
Girls just want to have fun!
WOO WOO !!
Oh, thank you, Marsha! Just noting.. You know, it's not that important, but it was a Marquise cut, not Tiffany and was large. It was from the 1870s. I don't have much from that GGrandmother who was an Artist (everything went to my Aunt, my Grandmas daughter, instead of my Father because he had died) - so to have something that my GGrandmother treasured and that my Grandma saved just for me, meant a lot to me.
heh heh heh. Silly girls.
Dear Friend Dowser: Hang in there. They do grow up.
Peace, Blessings, Patience, and Better Times to Come.
Enoch.
He's had quite a few days being angelic, of late... So maybe he just needed to wake up a little. He's a good kid-- and I'm not usually so ventful, but it was all just too much.
Dowser, be thankful he was born a boy. A girl would have been 100 times moodier and way less angelic. You know what I'm talking about, too, don't you?
Holey Scholey! Do I!!!
The big difference here is that he is mine. I can beat him to a pulp if need be... May be why he doesn't push all my buttons at once!
He's a good kid-- sitting here right now, being sweet. I love him in his pores, even.
hee hee hee
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