Friday, February 15, 2013

A Few Things To Get Off My Chest


Finish the Sentence Friday
 
 
Our sentence to finish this week is I get so frustrated when...

Oh, I got lots of those.  We'll make our entire 7 Quick Takes into 7 Frustrations just from this week.

I get so frustrated when
 
...holidays can't just be simple holidays.  They have to get blown way out of proportion, to the point that Valentine's Day becomes the Lazy Kid's Halloween.  Just as much candy, but without the hassle of walking around the neighborhood and actually thanking the people handing out the candy.
 
...businesses use texting lingo in their marketing.
 

Dear business, let me put it in a way you will understand. 

yr  cYn  leadz me  2  beleev ur  itha  laZ  or  13.  itha  wa,  Ill  nvr  let  u  tak  fotos  of  my  kin.
  
...businesses try to make us think we should be doing something that is in fact ridiculous.  (see above sign)  People are just recovering from the torture that is the Family Christmas Photo.  Who do these people think they are, making us think that we aren't fulfilling some tradition by slacking of in the Valentine's Day photo? 
 
 ...we get all the way to soccer practice before we remember the phone call yesterday telling us that today's soccer practice was canceled.
 
...the children leave for school, and then I have to go turn off every. single. light. in. the. house.  Why, oh why, aren't children born with an innate reflex to conserve energy? 
 
...children don't use the appropriate "Mom!" yell.  There is the "This is an emergency" scream and there is a "Look how cool this is" holler.  It doesn't make me happy when I am getting dressed in the morning and I hear one of the little boys screaming for me like it is a matter of life and death from five rooms away, and as the "MOM!!!" screams continue, I trip over my half-pulled up pants on my way to see who is so gravely injured, but when I get to the child, there is no injury.  The moment Turken lays eyes on me, he holds up his cereal and says, "Look, two Cheerios are stuck together!"
 
...I find that I have hurt myself pretty badly but have no recollection of when or how I did it.  When my grandpa was alive, I used to be astounded when I would find him with his finger half shaved off, blood all over his hand, and he had no idea how it happened.  People, I have become my grandpa.  I got in the van yesterday, and when I put my hands on the steering wheel, I saw this:
 

except worse.  I had to clean up some of the blood before I could get my phone out of my purse to take a photo.  I took a chunk out of my thumb and have absolutely no idea how.  Or when. 

Was that seven already?  Huh.  I feel like I just got started.  I wonder if Jen could change this to 15 quick takes.  This has been quite cathartic. 

A bit about Valentine's Day:

You'll recall the day I slaughtered my husband and told you about the bathroom scale birthday gift.  Hubby has been known to really mess up with the gift-giving. 

As I was making dinner last night, Cuckoo came running into the kitchen to tell me Daddy was home and he brought something.  I was a touch worried and asked Cuckoo, "Did he bring flowers?"  I needed to prepare myself in case he did spend a fortune on flowers.  I needed to get rid of the horrified "you don't know me at all" face. 

Well, he did buy roses. 

Men, if you are going to buy roses for your Valentine, make sure they are made of sugar and are adorning the most delicious chocolate fudge cake you can find.



The man has learned.

Have a lovely day!
 


27 comments:

  1. Oh that cake looked delicious. But seriously, I am with you on the holidays like Valentine's Day getting blown out of proportion. Oh and the screams from my kids over something so ridiculously trivial is insane. Can truly relate. Thanks for linking up as always and loved your ending to our sentence!! :)

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    1. It is my favorite chocolate cake, and I hadn't had a piece of it for years. So, so yummy.

      We go through the cereal thing almost every time he eats cereal. It really is ridiculous.

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  2. I was trying to say, we had a light monitor and they would call out the offenders name, and put it on the chalkboard wall for all to see. We did have to establish that if the offender was occupied in another room they could be called out, if the person left the room to get something heading back in then it was not an offense, We never offered a reward or punishment, the kids were too annoyed at the monitor and started doing it on their own. Took a few weeks but worked for a good year after. But today after coming home from drop off I noticed we're bad about it again, so I will be doing light monitor again to save electricity.
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    1. Interesting idea. I'm guessing all I'd have to do is tell Turken to call out whenever someone leaves a light on. He's all about being in charge lately, much to his siblings chagrin.

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  3. Really? For two cheerios? Wow.

    Hope your hand gets better soon. Hate when that happens. I usually discover it with bruises rather than cuts and can't figure out what I banged into and when.

    The cake's good (if a rather paradoxical gift versus the scales - makes you wonder if he had a pre-meditated angle of getting more cake as you were being careful, being mindful of the scales!) - the sugar roses are a nice touch.

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    1. What? You didn't know cereal sticking together is front page news? Life changing event, really. Every single time we eat cereal for breakfast.

      Oh, I always get huge bruises I can't explain. It's the bleeding that is new.

      Ha! I hadn't thought of that. Except he gave sweets of all kinds up for Lent and didn't have a single bite of it.

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  4. You have a good husband!
    And your list? I agree with every single item on it!!!

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    1. I really do.

      We have a lot in common, you and I.

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  5. I bet the injury happened as you were grabbing the fire extinguisher to put out the fire Turken was hollering about.

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  6. I bet the KIDS loved that he got you a cake, too, lol! My husband stopped at the Candy Kitchen in town last week and let me pick out my very own chocolates. Mmmmmmmmm. It's been a wonderful treat all week!

    The commercial I was thinking about that ought to be banned is that Hunk of Love Bear. Nough said.

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    1. They were thrilled to bits. Ooh, good husband you have, too!

      I don't think I know that commercial. I will not look it up.

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  7. Good Gawd Girl I thought that was a pair of lips painted on your thumb. YIKES!!! Hope you heal quickly. A slice of that yummy cake should help.

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    1. Hahaha! When I looked at the photo, that is exactly what I thought. I almost drew the eyes and nose on my thumb. Even considered adding a little blouse.




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  8. Ack! The cut! I've done that before too. Blood everywhere - where the heck did that come from? That cake looks awesome! That's a great V-day gift. He knows you well.

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    1. I hate it when it happens.

      And the cake is awesome. And delicious. After 25 years together, he has learned.

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  9. I have recently discovered I've also turned into my grampa. I have found blood on the floor and counters and have checked all the kids only to find out it was me, no clue what happened.

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  10. I couldn't agree more with the texting sign attitude. "If you can't use English, I can't use you!" The holiday thing really gets to me, too, especially around Christmas. It seems to be eating away more and more every year at the true meaning of the day. Cuts seem to occur more and more the older we get. I nicked myself at a Staples the other day while grabbing a spool of blank cd's. When I got to the counter, I found myself dripping blood all over the place. I didn't even really notice it when it happened, but it caused the store staff to put on gloves to clean it up. Yep, I'm a true profile of what an Aids carrier would look like! lol Great post!

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    1. Rich, gotta be honest, don't know if it's a good thing that we agree on so many things. :)

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  11. "Lazy kid's Halloween" is oh. so. perfect.

    My husband knows to bring me a box of Russell Stover for all major holidays. Or else.

    No flowers. I just kill them in about 47 minutes.

    But this year I asked for - and ordered for myself - a chocolate fountain for 2 upcoming parties. :D I'm so romantic.

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    1. You can do plenty of romantic things with a chocolate fountain! I've heard. We don't have one.

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  12. I don't even like text speak in texts! It definitely shouldn't be used on signs!

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    1. My kids make fun of me all the time for writing words out when I text. I see no reason to shorten perfectly lovely words. Glad someone else agrees!

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  13. So cool that your husband brought you roses in the form of cake decorations! I laughed out loud at your sentence that people are still recovering from the Christmas photo. I still haven't even hung ours up...because I look like crap in it. Sigh.
    And I think it's a mom-trait that we hurt ourselves and have no clue how or when. I did the same thing last week, on the knuckle on my pinkie finger. Blood dripping everywhere - also IN THE CAR...
    Great post!

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    1. I don't even bother with taking the family Christmas photo anymore. I just tell the kids to go outside so I can take their picture. Half the time, our Christmas cards have a photo of half the kids still in their school uniforms.

      It is so aggravating to look down and see that your finger has left a trail of blood and you have no recollection of the injury.

      Thanks for stopping by!

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  14. 2 Cheerios are stuck together- HA! I love how you phrased that- the appropriate "Mom!" yell. Perfect. Also- hear hear to the text-language advertising. Even one I was a kid, I couldn't stand misspelled words in advertising. I refused to buy popcorn from the Krazy Korn store in the mall. Text-talk has made it even worse. Ack.

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