How to win hearts and influence (parental) minds.
Ever since birth, place forehead against forhead of object of your affection. Turn head back and forth, rubbing foreheads together.
At age 5 months, bamboozle father with sideways glance over shoulder, prim smile, and shoulder shrug.
At age 1 through forever, continue to use patented forehead move to warm the hearts of unforgiving parental units.
At age not-quite-3 wander around house babbling to self. Interject "I love my mommy, I love my daddy" at every possible opportunity.
Freely administer kisses, hugs, and cuddles with blankets.
Hold hands willingly.
Ask "who wants to go HOmE?!" and raise hand at end of every outing.
Say "thank you" often, without being prompted.
And every so often, be really, REALLY naughty...just so parents remember you're a normal kid.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
How to win hearts and influence (parental) minds.
Posted by Goob at 9:17 AM
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Gabe just broke his father's heart.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Don't you hate it when you find out you're not funny, you're just mean? But everybody except for the person who is most important to you thinks you're dang hilarious? Its not fair, because you just want to keep the roll of thunderous applause for your clever-wit rumbling along, but you don't want your dearest to continue to feel hurt. Don't you hate it when you can't even put up an example of what you're talking about, because it would probably just be exploiting the situation for more humor? And don't you hate it when you are confronted with acid wash, plaid, mullets, and slap bracelets, and you absolutely- under no circumstances- had better laugh at that?
Posted by Goob at 10:37 PM
The new Offspring song by the same title has me feeling weird inside. The Lyrics "There's a moment in time and its stuck in my mind" ..."And I should have spoke out, and I'm so sorry now, I didn't know, cuz we were so young." Bring back so many memories of things I should have told an adult when I was a kid.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Because if I titled this post what I really wanted to title it, it would be sure to pop up all kinds of thorns and such...but really what I wanted to say was something more along these lines....
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Posted by Goob at 8:52 AM
Friday, February 20, 2009
I dont know about the poetry (sorry, Im an insensitive brute).
Red Boots (BTW) is what the Republican Guard wore. we had orders to shoot on sight.
But what I am thankful for is the sacrifice that Lisa and all service wives go through. I know it wasn't easy for her (or my family), and I have heard over and over how they were glued to the TV's watching for a glimpse of me. They SWEAR they saw me once or twice. To me, it was literally like the scene in Apocalypse Now with Col. Kilgore standing there waiting to surf with rounds still coming in around him. Another day at the office.
I have seen some stuff in my career (then and now) that unfortunately will not go away, but, I think now we have got to a place where my temper and attitude are much better.
Thanks for the words of support and encouragement.
Below is a brief travelog from when I was there...
In December of 2002, Third Battalion, Fourth Marines received word to prepare for deployment to Kuwait in support of Operation Enduring Freedom. By the end of January all the Battalion's Marines and Sailors were in place and married up with Maritime Prepositioned Assets. An Artillery Liaison Section from Lima Battery 3/11; Bravo Company, 1st Tanks; Alpha Company, 3d Tracks and 2nd Platoon, Charlie Company, 1st Engineer Battalion were attached -- TASK FORCE 34, also known as DARKSIDE was created. The unit crossed the border into Iraq on 21 March 2003 as part of the 7th Regimental Combat Team. After 72 hours of heavy fighting, nothing remained of the 51st Iraqi Mechanized Division and the Task Force owned Basra International Airport and important bridges across the Shat al Basra Canal. 500 miles later, after decisive engagements at places like Afak, Diwaniyah, and Al Kut, the battalion conducted an assault crossing of the Diyallah Canal into Baghdad. Two days later, elements of Task Force 34 pulled down the Saddam Statue outside the Palestine Hotel, ending, for all intents, the Saddam Hussein reign of terror. After stabilization operations and retrograde of equipment, the Thundering Third returned to Twentynine Palms California in May of 2003
If you REALLY want to support the troops, look into the USO or toys for tots, etc.
Posted by J. P. at 12:39 PM
My son is an enigma to me. Its a good thing I feel challenged by the puzzle and while I don't try to understand, I thoroughly enjoy the glimpses of male-brain chemistry he offers up from time to time.
He entered Kindergarten this year. His very best buddy is the one that gave him a black eye 2 weeks into school. For fully half of the first semester these two Alpha-males in training literally circled the kindergarten room sizing each other up each afternoon. They fought both physically and mentally for the prized role of junior Silver-back. (think dominant ape if you don't know what I'm referring too). At some point, they hit their stride. I suppose one of them submitted. Or perhaps they take turns being the Alpha, I don't know. What I do know is that a wonderful friendship has risen out of what I once decided to stay out of, even though my female "mommy brain" wanted desperately to say "stay away from that boy". (The male daddy-brain said "let them work it out")
The friendship has progressed, and these two boys are the best of friends. I inquired of my son this morning "why are you and C such good buddies?"
(keep in mind I was expecting something along the lines of "we both like star-wars" or "because he's nice")
"We Both Like GUNS"
"We Both like to DESTROY THINGS"
career in the Marine Corps anyone? cuz that's the only profession I can think of where you LEGALLY get to both carry a gun AND destroy things.
(heaven help me...)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
If you men out there are considering hiding the scale from your wife because you're tired of hearing about the ups and downs, let me warn you...this is a poor idea unless you like your wife obese.
My husband hid my scale one day after I had announced with great excitement a 3 lbs drop. He told me to stop weighing myself every day because I was making myself ( I think he meant HIM) crazy. I didn't look for it, I kind of wanted to see what would happen if I stopped weighing every day.
Wanna know what happened?
That's what happened.
And not down either.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Posted by Goob at 7:00 PM
Monday, February 16, 2009
Posted by Goob at 7:35 PM
Saturday, February 14, 2009
He walked me to the door, said goodnight, leaned in, leaned out, leaned back in (I'd say something about the hokey-pokey here, but it seems inappropriate)smiled, shook his head, turned around, and WALKED AWAY! No kiss.
(You never knew a first kiss post could be so short, did you?)
Happy Valentine's Day!
OH YEAH...I just remembered, our first date after he returned home from Japan/Korea was on Valentine's day. That was kind of fun.
Posted by Goob at 6:56 PM
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Or "A Tale of Regret"
If a friend should meet you in the lunchroom
and say to you "try to keep this down"
take two steps away from the concoction
Don't take time to even look around.
My dearest child,
"Disgusting Mixtures" are a right of passage. Whether its Alphabet Soup with Orange Juice and Maple Syrup, Butterfinger Bars with processed cheese, or chicken chunks with applesauce and colorful chocolate peices, all boys do this. Even green beans with maple syrup is nothing new.
However, as your mother, I must warn you that should you be sent home sick again for not keeping down "disgusting mixtures" (ie: spewing disgusting mixture all over the lunchroom when you could not control your gag-reflex) you may find yourself sitting alone in your bed eating whatever "disgusting mixture" your mother can come up with. Puking in the lunchroom during Flu season is not treated lightly, and in the future, puking up disgusting mixtures causing yourself to be sent home from school early ( under suspicion of illness...not jack-assery) will cause serious consequences to befall you.
Your Loving Mother.
Posted by Goob at 8:14 AM
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Valentines Day and me were pretty big enemies for a very long time. By my interpretation, the day served to do nothing more than make idiots out of teenage boys and girls and remind me (a non-idiot...clearly) that nobody liked me, nobody loved me, and I might as well go eat some worms. Into adulthood I didn't learn to love the day any more. Again it served to enhance lonliness, or, even worse, became a weird day full of pressure to make it "just right" without having any idea what "just right" really was. There was card-choosing ( do I get funny, sweet, mushy?), meal planning (steak? Chocolate Cake?) etc, etc, etc. Then there was the year we decided to try going out for dinner...which at the time was a very rare treat. (Well, that is unless dinner was handed through a window in a paper sack...we did that all the time.) Four hours later we ate overcooked and oversalted food sharing a table with my husband's boss who took pity on us when he realized how long we'd been waiting and offered to share the table-top.
Posted by Goob at 6:24 AM
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Since I only have bragging to do today, I will refrain.
Have a great day everybody!
Posted by Goob at 8:45 AM
Monday, February 9, 2009
So it looks to me like we have enough interest in setting up a small meet.n.greet here in AZ. So the next question is this:
Would you rather have a picnic at the park with families invited, or a kid-free-ish luncheon at a restaurant? There are advantages to either I think, none of which need explaining.
In either case-the more the merrier, so bring a friend, a sister, a neighbor, or whomever else makes you feel happy to be around, and come to have a good time.
I am tentatively planning for the 21st of February, but we can move it back two weeks into March if that works better.
Use the comments section to leave notes/opinions/requests, etc.
Posted by Goob at 7:17 AM
Friday, February 6, 2009
Hooray for Tax Returns!
Boo for bills to be paid.
(But really, Hooray for tax returns!)
Posted by Goob at 7:57 AM
Thursday, February 5, 2009
If you know the answer to that question, AND you have an opinion as to whether a crazy mom of 5 boys should use her magic fairy dust to become Wendy, or Tinkerbell...go post a comment here.
(also, an excellent punishment/discipline/parenting idea is shared that will make you pee your pants with laughter)
***don't forget, if you like food and fun in the land of the sun to "vote" on the sidebar to let me know if you're interested in an AZ meet'n'greet. Once we have an idea about how many are interested we'll determine date, place, and time.
Posted by Goob at 8:12 AM
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
First day of kindergarten, morning recess-
me: "can I be your friend?"
boy: "no way, I don't like you"
First day of Junior High-lunch-
me to friend from elementary school: "Hi! Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you all summer! Wanna sit over there?"
friend from elementary school: "um, no, I'm sitting over there, but you can't come with me. We're into Depeche Mode, you don't even know who they are."
First day of 8th grade-
me to my 7th grade sister: "Can I sit with you and your friends at lunch?"
sister:"leave me alone, you're not one of my friends"
First day of 9th grade-
me:"Hi, I saw you in my science class, can I sit with you?"
girl: dead silence, disgusted glare, picked up her lunch and walked away to another table. I sat alone and cried.
Its really no wonder I stopped trying to make friends for a very long time.
but how 'bout this? Have you ever stopped by a blog that was listed on a blog roll such as Mormon Mommy Blogs, or Blog Stalkers Unite and left a comment and then you go back later when you have a chance to read a little more because you enjoyed what you saw the first time, and you realize that within hours of your comment on the first post, the blog went private? I'm smart enough to know that its probably not just MY comment, but a combination of factors which would cause a person to go private...I mean, you guys get my comments, I think I send nice, not scary, comments out your way, but I can't shake that "what did I do to make you reject me" feeling! PAAAAAHHHHH-thet-IK!
***On a side note, every single one of those people from school (-EXCEPT my sister-) turned out to be a stoner loser afterall, so in the whole scope of things...I guess I shouldn't be too upset that they didn't want to include me in their stoner looserdom.
If you are visiting from an AZ city...remember to vote in the upper right hand corner and leave a comment on the post below about an AZ meet'n'greet. :)
(if you don't, I'll feel rejected again...lol)
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I"m sure there have always been all kinds of zoners in the blogosphere, but it seems like only just recently did I start running into many of you.
Posted by Goob at 10:23 AM