Random Ramblings

Yep, she has your eyes, nose, mouth and facial shape. Doesn't matter whether she likes it or not---it's a fact.

Coloring different. Daneka got your coloring.

Ah, I see. I don't know much about Addison's disease, but didn't one of our presidents have it?

Teenager, huh?

Yep, they want to look like themselves at that age and no one else.

I was thinking it was Kennedy, but couldn't remember for sure.

I never had a daughter, but I know what it's like for teens in general. Don't like to be told anything, think they know everything, and want to be "different."

and if she ha d red hair she would look like you even more...
she is a beautiful girl!

Have you ever threatened to dye your hair DARK?
See what kind of sheer PANIC reaction you get out of her.

The next time she's in front of the mirror fixing herself up, casually walk up next to her. Put a ring underneath your nose and nonchalantly wonder, "Hmmm? I wonder how I'd look with a ring on my nose? Not too bad. What do you think? Maybe just a little one."

Tell her you are thinking about getting your tongue pierced. lol

She'd go, "Put your money where your mouth is."
Or she'd go, "Alright, Mom. Let's go. Show me. Prove it. Bring it."

The Department of Motor Vehicles is on strike?
Yeah Right!
But, seriously, that's the first time I ever hear of them being on strike. Somehow I guess I took it for granted that THEY couldn't go on strike.

I have a niece who when she was younger used "Yeah Right" a lot.

Do kids nowadays still use "Not even?"
Back in the early 80s, a co-worker's kid used to use that a lot and it used to bug the heck out of me. I hadn't heard the phrase before then. So, every time he used it, it just irked me to no end because it sounded so incomplete ... and just plain WRONG! I kept thinking, "Will you finish the friggin' thought? Not even WHAT? Or better yet, use something else! You're annoying the crap out of me, kid!" -

Burn ... Yeah, I can see how depending on the situation and with one being the recipient of the term ... one WOULD be burning with annoyance / irritation. I could totally see myself burning with rage if my NFL Football Dallas Cowboys had just gotten beat ... BADLY and someone would tell me BURN! Okay, Nnnnggg, maybe not as much NOW. But, back in my younger days when I did take Cowboys losses personally ... being told "BURN" WOULD have been throwing a match to a powder keg.

One word for Amanda: WRONG!

That one drives me flippin' bonkers, too! Luckily, my kids never say it. :whew:

No, not really. Instead, my son cusses like a flippin' sailor and my daughter has started with the, "Whateverrrrrr"

Of course, I nip that 'whatever' crap right in the bud. No way in Hell am I going to be talked down to by an 11 year old whom I am supporting!

Such the meanie, I am.

It really doesn't even bother me too much when he cusses. He'll be 18 in about a month. I dunno...I just feel like if the worst thing he does is drop an f-bomb, then I'm really lucky. That's why I don't freak out too much over it. I ask him to knock it off, but meh...I'm not too concerned.

Oh, yeah! He never does that. It's usually when he's playing a game or something and it pisses him off. He knows better than to cuss at me!

If I or any of my siblings had cussed in front of our parents back when we were kids, in the extreme least, there would have probably been an attitude adjustment conference with The Belt.

WHOA! ZOITS! 10 strappings minimum?
Then we were lucky. Things didn't get quite to THAT level at our house. It wasn't like my parents punctuated every word during a discipline session with a strapping a la:
I - Told - You - NOT - to - Eh - Ver - Be - Cuss - ing!
Nah! With us it was more along the lines of 1 to 3 depending on the offense.

They liked to use more the POWER of Deterrent ... the THREAT of using the Belt.

For instance, they had us conditioned that for the most part, having to wash the dishes was punishment. But, sometimes they'd just up and say, "Okay, you all, wash the dishes." We'd be like, "Nuh NUH! WHY? What did we do? We didn't do anything wrong." They'd nonchalantly reply, "We didn't say you did anything wrong. We just said -- Wash the dishes. Y'all ATE, right? So ... we want you to wash the dishes." We'd reiterate / plea our case, "No, we're NOT going to wash them. We didn't do anything wrong." My parents would leisurely go, "Oh, Okay. No problem then. Just leave them there. You don't have to wash them. We'll get The Belt to wash them. The Belt LOVES to wash dishes. The Belt LOVES to do all sorts of chores." Not surprisingly, we'd change our tune, "Okay Okay, we'll WASH them!" Sheesh! What a dirty trick by our parents.

Oh my goodness! I've only been spanked by my parents once in my life. I guess I really was more spoiled than I realized at the time.

Notice I clarified by saying "By my parents"...

Okay, well yeah, being spanked and being belted are different.

So, that ONE time "by your parents" was even a "spanking" at that? NOT a belting? Gee, you WERE spoiled and / or lucky.

Were you ever Paddled ... Ummm, you know ... at school? I had to clarify that.

I've never been smacked on the tushie as punishment by elders with anything but a hand...once. Yes, I was uber spoiled. :whew:

Non-elders, on the other hand...

One of those exact Ball-smacking Little Paddles is what my 2nd Grade teacher had. I believe I even recall that it was Red. And it did get used on me once. She gave me 2 or 3 swats once.

During class, this guy in back of me kept bugging me. I think he was poking the back of my head or something. I told him a couple of times to stop it. Finally one time I turned around quickly to smack him. He happened to have his pencil up. I smacked my palm right into the sharp pencil. At that instant, the teacher happened to look in our direction. She then said something like, "Alright, you two. Y'all have disrupted the class enough." Getting her Little Red Paddle out, she went, "Y'all come with me."

I tried to plead my case, "But, but ... but, he ... he poked me in the hand with his pencil." Without blinking and without mercy, the teacher just reiterated, "I said you two come with me." The paddling area was at the back of the classroom, by the lockers, behind a bulletin board. Ehhh, the swats didn't hurt with that little paddle. It was more of the embarrassment.

Well, we all live and learn. And parenting doesn't exactly have a handbook.

I know exactly what you mean. There are things that I've been through as well that make me say, "I will NEVER be like that!"