Something is definately wrong here at the homestead. I’ve always known my family is an odd one, but here lately they are getting stranger, (in my opinion.) My 2 yo insists on watching the Jurassic Park Movies, all 3 in the series in the exact order. When son #1 was very young, he also loved the movies. So did I-they were good movies. I was a dinosaur nut when I was a kid too…but son #2 is so young-I thought the movies might scare him but obviously I was wrong. Hubby said not to let him watch them, but I gave in because I had a stabbing headache from hell yesterday and did not have the strength to try to reason with Toddler Terror’s 2 yo mind. He is going to be 3 yo in November so he is getting a bit better on his reasoning skills, but it is a huge battle over certain things, and the movies was a big issue. Then on top of my crippling headache yesterday, I over-hear 12 yo son #1’s phone conversation with his father. He was waiting for hubby to pick him and his dirt bike up to go ride on some trails on 200+ acres that hubby’s company owns while hubby worked at one of the well-heads. So, son #1 called his father to see when he’d be at the house to pick him (son#1) up.
Here is what I heard:
Son #1 “Dad, where ya at?”
Son #1 “okay, Im ready, huh, huh, what?”
Son #1 ” What kind of rattler?”
Son#1” Dad! Dad! Hello?!”
Son #1“Dad!…oh, where’d it go?”
Son #1 “How big was it?”
Son #1” huh?, okay, Im ready, hurry, kill it and come get me!”
Then son #1 hangs up the phone, grabs his helmet and heads for the door. I am in a near panic, hubby is atleast 8 miles from anyone where he is working and does not have his snake killing gun because I locked it up in the gun cabinet when we went on vacation. So, I know he’ll try to kill the snake with a shovel-grrrr.
I stop son #1 before he gets too far out the door.
Here is our conversation:
Me “Where’s your Father?”
Son#1 “B. Lease”
Me “What was he doing?”
Son #1 “gonna kill a snake”
son #1 puts on his helmet
Me “What kind?”
Son #1 “rattler”
son #1 adjusts his goggles
all this time son #1 is taking baby steps across the porch to escape me.
Me“How was he killing it? His gun is here.”
Son #1 “shovel”
son #1 pulls on his riding gloves.
Me “sh*t! I swear, your dad is going to get snake bit!”
Son #1 “nahhhh, it crawled under his truck, he said he’d probly just run it over then kill it, if he can get inside his truck.”
then son#1 jumps on his dirt bike and peels out in the driveway gravel.
I keep reminding myself, all 12 yo boys act like this, I know because I took a poll among my 12 yo’s friends mothers, and they said yep, their sons act the same way. I also have to keep reminding myself that my 12 yo is at the top of his entire 7th grade class and is in the accelerated academic program for gifted and talented children…somedays he sure doesnt act like it!
My 2 sisters (J. and K.), and I went on a shopping excursion one day when I was in N.MI. We saw this van parked at one of the Lake Michigan parks while we were taking a short walk at dusk. We noticed vendors and workers setting up on the Lake front and we pulled into the pier entrance. We stopped a good looking man and asked him what was going on, he told us in a know-it-all but flirty way the info we requested. He was a cutie, if your attracted to the Green Peace, sandal wearing, professor eye-glasses outdoorsy type.
I mentioned to no one is particular while taking the pictures of the van “it looks like someone doesnt like our good President Bush.” Sister J. answered, “I dont.” Then all 3 of us discussed our President, other Presidents, and the good ole boy network (the good ole boy network is how things work where I live, the ONLY way things work too). Sister J. had some very good points in her feelings towards our President. I certainly could see where she was coming from. But, I also support Bush and I like him, I do not always agree with him, but I think he is doing a decent job in the White House. Thats why we are so lucky to be citizens of the USA, our Constitutional Rights….such as Freedom of Speech, our ability to voice our opinion without being persecuted for it.