Cockroach Invaders

On my way to work this morning, I made my usual call to hubby. He answered the phone in a panic ... "Hey Hunny..wait one second!" Then there was all this clammering and rustling about, I hear 3 voices..."pull the wall back...yeah that's rightaaaaaahhh gross!!" "uuugg...aaaah...there they are!" "Oh nooooooo!!!!"
Then Hubby returns "Baby I gotta call ya back" I ask what is going on, "well this lady has a bit of a cockroach problem!" I immediately crinched and let out a whine! When Hubby calls back there are still three voices whining. He went on to explain that they pulled the wall off the house they were remodeling and a flood of cockroaches invaded their space. Hubby made a WHOOSH sound to describe the flood of pesky suckers. He said the homeowner was freaking out. "what, like she didn't know she had that many cockroaches..gimme a break!" Hubby then went on to explain they were in a townhome and the roaches were from the house next door!!!! I think I would die! What do you do? I would go next door and have a stern talk with the dirty little nasty next door. If it was a money thing I think I would have to pay to get their house "debugged" ...after I called the health department. Now that they let them in...whose to say one or two little critters aren't hiding under her bed!

My skin crawls just thinking about it!

SCREEEETCH!

So there I was, minding my own business, driving on our 30 mile per hour street, listening to giggly children's music on our way to daycare & work, when a peircing screeetching sound made the pitt of my stomach feel like an empty vast black hole. Some F***tard going too fast in the rain after we just had a mini drought and any dumb ass person would know the roads are alittle slicker, couldn't stop at the stop sign. So the bitch almost ran into me and side swiped me on the side of my two year old son. Talk about almost having a heart attack.
So many things race through your mind. If it was an accident, fine whatever, but when your being careless and you put the life of my two year old in danger because your a freakin idiot..I have to think about what I would do. I have to draw on past experiences b4 I had Ty...I would have gotten out of the car and spitted out a slew of hateful nasty curse words and possibly thrown a punch b/c the other driver was stupid. So Say he just "tapped" me...once I figured out that my son was okay...I really think that I would get out of the car spitted out a slew of hatefy nasty F' you's you dirty son of a Bleeps and so on and so forth...but would hold back the punch...what good is a mother in jail. Doesn't mean I wouldn't bitch slap the driver if he was a dude! I think I'd get away with it...what about you?
Funny how your way of thinking changes when there are other more important things at stake.

This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you...

Modification to this post at the end

My mother always used that phrase right before a good ole' spanking on my bare bottom. I swore that I would never spank or hit my children. Hubby and I agree on that aspect of parenting. But there is an exception to the rule. If our child/children to something to put themselves in danger, we will spank. It's kinda like a danger=pain association. Reverse Psychology. SOOOO...this weekend, my two year old kept pushing our buttons. He doesn' get spanked so there is nothing to keep him from doing whatever he wants. He has this new thing about climbing on the countertops and getting into the cabinets. No matter what we try, he keeps climbing. I am scared that he will fall off or burn himself or cut himself. So for the first time I spanked him. I cried for almost an hour after...I mean I literally sat there on the floor next to him while he cried in time out and cried next to him. I tried holding it in, but the tears wouldn't hold back. After awhile he came up to me to tell me it was alright...even though HE got spanked.
So did it work?????

No, he was right back up on the counter 10 minutes later. But I will tell you this...I never knew the meaning of that phrase before, or thought it was bullshit. I won't do that again!

And for all you crazy nuts out there....no I don't beat my kid so get off the phone to social services!

modification:
After thinking about posting this topic, I wondered how many thought that it was okay to spank. When is it okay, how often and is it okay to spank over things like school grades? Do you see a woman spank her kid in the market and automatically cry abuse? I used to get spanked over everything. My mom had an oversized paint stick on the fridge that I would have to go get and bring to her in order to get my spanking. I am not saying that I was physically abused, by far, but sometimes the punishment was a little excessive & I was spanked at far too late of an age. I would really like to hear comments.

Vacation Count Down!

Only 7 days to go...then it is off to the beach with our perfect semi nuclear family! Goodie! The summer has just flown by but the last two weeks have been hell! It's like the longest days of the year approach just before you go on vaction. I wonder what cooky things we will do this year. I will be sure to take some pics and post. Last year we went to NC, got drunk playing cards. We rented a place in a golf course community (stuck up snobbies, won't do that again) it was about 11 at night when the sprinklers went off! They were HUGE! That is when we got the brilliant idea...lets run through them naked!
No one told us that sprinklers shooting water out of them like bullets going 100 miles an hour ... uh...wouldn't feel that refreshing. My hubby limped home!

My Past with MaryJane

I don't know why, but this keeps coming up in conversations, so I have to talk about my one of my Marageewanna experiences... Funny Story.
My house used to be the house all the neighborhood kids loved to hang at. My dad, Mr. Joe, was the cool dad, my dad smoked weed and all my friends knew it. One night, hangin out back with my friends chillin' after tokin up ...Mr. Joe jumps out from the house... "Whaaaat are ya'll doin back here?" Scared the BeeGeezies outta us. "nuthin' Mr. Joe", Mr Joe replies..."I'm just f'in with yaaa...hmmmm...**sniff sniff**" my dad has the biggest nose ever...he starts walking around wafting the air ..."are ya'll smokin back here... "Oh no Mr. Joe".. Mr. Joe heads over to my bud Mike..."Mike?" .."Yes sir.." "Let me see your hands Mike" .. "Oh okay I ain't got nuthin Mr. Joe" With that my dad grabs Mikes hands and begins to smell them with that big honker of his. "Hand it over, " he says.. " aww Mr. Joe..." "NOW!!!" Mike hands over our beautiful bag of canibus..the biggest bag we had ever bought... he starts to storm back into the house, but before he leaves..he turns to say "Next time... Ya'll Muther F***er's will learn how to share!" And with that the slamming of the door!
Okay...so you would think that was the end...no way. Mr. Joe had a habit of going for 8 o'clock walks at night. This was a new thing of his and I knew daddy wasn't trying to get his exersize. So I tell Mike "Mike, go follow him". Around 9 Mike comes back... eyes wide and bright with a smile from ear to ear. He was giggling so much that he could hardly talk. "Ellie, he's going to that house being remodeled.." my reply "and...what the f*** Mike..." .."Oh Ellie...your dad planted all dis weed man.. dude the back yard has plants 5 feet tall.. ha ha haha" With that I became evil "Mike...go cut them down"... Stunned he looks at me with fear, no longer smiling..."But that's Mr. Joe's weed.. I can't do that...you don't f*** with Mr. Joe's stash" my reply "Well then Mike.. maybe next time the Mother F***er will learn how to share"
Man that was a beautuful summer... maybe not for Mr. Joe, but for me and my friends.. shit what am I talkin bout.. I can't remember.. but I have pics to prove I was there!

Now while I don't smoke pot now...I do have some stories of "back in the day" I wonder if I will be totally honest when my son comes to be about drugs. Do you tell them the truth or sugar coat it, or completely deny it?
I wanna hear some stories folks... doesn't have to be about MaryJane..but any "old school" tales.
100 BE's for the best!