Thoughts from the Deep End

Question of the day...

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 19:55:00 +0000

I have been disappointed once again by the actions of someone I "let in".

On that note...

Question of the day...

Why do people suck so much?

....I'm just askin'......

Holiday Hoo-bee-whatee...

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 20:57:00 +0000

That time is approaching! The time when we need to start thinking about the holidays which of course, includes sending out Christmas cards! Personally, my favorite type of card to receive is the photo kind. You know, the ones where you catch a special moment or in my case, a special occasion like, for instance, all of my kids are together in the same place at the same time. I love seeing how everyone else’s kids have grown, and in some cases new additions that have been included! Shutterfly has some great photo cards like these.

My Mom always took the time to send out holiday cards. It was just one of those things that reaffirmed to me that Santa was indeed on his way…. Soon! I remember her complaining each time the stamp prices went up… “15 cents?! That is CRAZY!!” But still all of our friends and family would find a card waiting for them in their mailboxes, because she knew that you can’t put a price tag on keeping in touch with those that are important to you. I feel the same way (thanks Mom!) I may even order these labels to save myself some writers cramp!

Someone stop me now!! I just noticed these awesome gift tags that I just HAVE to have!

Check them out! “Shutterfly is offering 20% off all holiday cards”

Happy Birthday #2! (no potty humor intended)

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 14:04:00 +0000

#2 son turned 27 today!

Hard to believe that I am old enough to have a child that is 324 months (or 9862 days) old....

because after all....

it is all about ME... LOL!

Happy Birthday Dave!!

I hope the next 365 days are filled with wonderful things for you!

xo Mom

Random Tuesday Thought (from the deep end)

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Tue, 25 May 2010 16:57:00 +0000

Note: The following thought from the deep end is directed at no one in particular...
It's just one of those random thoughts that floated by today...

Female...

I am one....

I believe we can accomplish anything we set our minds to...

I think the world needs us...

BUT....

Why are so many women such a pain in the patoot?

I've often said where there is women.... you'll find drama.... quickly....

I'm just sayin'...

"Good!... and You?"

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 13:15:00 +0000

The other day while I was at Sam's Club spending a large percentage of our weekly income on food and such*

*(such = all of the other stuff that you toss in your humongous cart that fills up far too quickly)

I had an embarrassing moment...

you know the kind that makes you want race in the opposite direction and hide in the candy isle...

(okay...I happen to like the candy isle....don't hate on me!)

One of the ever-so-friendly workers was walking towards me next to the banana section and in a very upbeat tone said "Hey there! How's it going?"

to which I replied a bit too loudly, "Good!... and You?"

As I was speaking, I heard another lady, who happen to be wearing a Sam's vest and have name tag on answer him at the exact same time...

Now I'm not 100% sure, but I think he may have been speaking to her to begin with...

Now where were those Snickers bars again?

Breaking News

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 23:09:00 +0000

It's been a BIG week in the news...

I kid....

The tip off?

The Headlines on yesterdays news feed:

"RICKY MARTIN REVEALS HE'S GAY" ...more at 11...

Like we never

saw THAT one coming....

I'm just sayin....

Warm wishes (mixed with a bit of blarney)

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 13:22:00 +0000

In honor of St. Patty's day, I give you some Irish well wishes

(for this, I'm channeling my late Grandmother whose maiden name was Shanahan)

PS - I speak fluent Blarney...

I'll give credit for that to the Shanahan side of me....

Thanks Grandma!

**PSS - Did I ever mention the time that my sister told me a joke whose punch-line was Patty O'Furniture to which I repied, "Who's that? A Basketball player from SU?"

(oh yes I did!.... sooooo embarrassing! Although I was talking to T.V. at the time...... of Janine Lee-Ather fame)

(We were driving past the Carrier Dome in Syracuse at the time and I thought that maybe I didn't know because I had moved out of the area years ago!)

I blame those kinds of moments on the same side.... and my love for beer...green or otherwise!

Three LKJF's

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 17:38:00 +0000

After watching American Idol this week, I was inspired...

Before each person took to the stage to do their thing, a clip was aired where they shared one thing about themselves that people probably didn't know...

I could easily give you thirty little known Jackie facts, or LKJF's, but instead will shorten it by 27...

1) I cannot hear a patriotic song without crying.

It always makes for a good time when at a sporting event or other otherwise fun outing...

Everyone is in a good mood and are raring to have fun...

That's usually around the time that the Star Spangled Banner begins...

I try to think of anything else to take my mind off of the lump in my throat...

but it never works...

Total waterworks...

Every... time...

Soooo embarrassing...

2) I secretly (or not so secretly now) desire to be a professional singer...

One small, yet insurmountable problem....

When God was passing out vocal talent...

I was standing in line for cooking talent...

because I thought they were giving away free samples...

I still enjoy singing though...

just not for money...

which is a good thing, because I would give new meaning to "starving artist"

3) When I was 8 or 9, I secretly wished I had a mysterious illness

(a totally curable one, of course)

so that Dr. Joe Gannon of my favorite show at the time "Medical Center"

could cure me...

I had even thought that if he couldn't figure it out, I might suggest he give Dr. Steve Kiley from "Marcus Welby" a call and perhaps he would do a consult...

They were the Dr. McDreamy's of the 60's & 70's...

and I had a fever for both of them...

What little known facts about you are you willing to share with me?

Tapas

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 03:09:00 +0000

I'm not Spanish...

I'm a Gringo.... so my grasp on the language is limited...

So when some friends asked me to join them at a Tapas restaurant, I wasn't sure what I was getting into...

Turns out... it was delicious and I thoroughly enjoyed each and every.... teeny... bite...

Based on my dining experience, I've had to make an educated guess as to the true definition of TAPAS

Tiny

Amount

Pricey

Atom-sized

Snack

(Oh...and after you spend waaaaaay too much on your 'meal' you have to drive straight home so that you can finish eating....)

A Short List...

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 14:46:00 +0000

A short list of words and sayings that don't sit well with me...

Hump day

This one is used by hip people in offices round the world as well as social websites (Facebook and the like) to give a nod to the fact that the week is halfway done..... thus the "hump" of the week has arrived and there's reason to celebrate...

I, however, always think of humping as sex, or "doing it" ...

You can only imagine the distress it causes me to see "Happy Hump Day" or "Wednesday's Hump Day" on the live news feed on Facebook...

Va-J or Va-J-J

This one makes me uncomfortable for several reasons, not the least of which is the fact that I can hardly even stand to use the correct anatomical word to describe "down there" let alone Va-J....

and when I hear my daughters 17 year old peers talking about their nether-regions by using hip slang terms like Va-J or Va-J-J, it makes me blush and then get all blotchy...

And really....shouldn't it be Va-G or Va-G-G if we want to get technical here?!

I'd love to hear some of your pet peeve words...

(and now that it came up.... I don't like the phrase "pet peeve" either!!)

Oh no you di'int!

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 14:46:00 +0000

"oh no you di'int "*
1. A response to a bold statement, accusation, or action; slang for
"you're going to wish you hadn't said/done that," or "b*tch you'll pay for that."
*(taken from the Urban Dictionary)

The following are a sampling of actual quotes that ~~morons~~ people actually have said to me in recent years during actual conversations...

*You can only scratch your head and wonder how these ~~idiots~~ folks leave their homes every day without crash helmets on...

"NOW I know why Tony fell in love with you!"

(during a conversation with a male, longtime "friend" upon seeing me several years ago after I had lost a significant amount of weight)

Ummmmmm.....thanks......I guess......

"She's a big girl who doesn't dress right.... kinda LIKE YOU"

(this gem was said to me by a "lady" I worked along side with in the PTA several years ago after I "found" significant amount of aforementioned weight)

Ummmmmmm...... wow.... yeah..... you won't mind if I go out and take a walk in the sunshine and watch my big ole' shadow following me would you?.......

"My hair was that color once... yeah, a while back.. when I had a bad dye job"

(this was uttered by an acquaintance while she smiled at me the entire time)

OH NO YOU DI'INT!

Lesson for the day...
In the wisdom of Walt Disney...

Back Again for 2010...

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 19:40:00 +0000

Dear friends & followers of my blog (a.k.a. - all 3 of you),

I received an e-mail this morning in which the sender in essence prompted me to "get my finger out" and start blogging again...

(I know what you are about to ask and actually it's an English (as in Jolly Old) expression that my British BFF Marge uses quite often to describe the need to stop dragging your feet about something... as in,

"Jackie! Get your finger out and help me pick out an outfit"

(which would actually NEVER happen, as she is somewhat of a fashion plate and the kind of plates I am interested in usually involve eating!)

Plus, I'm not 100% sure I want to know why the Brits say that or even where your finger supposedly has been...

up your nose?

or some other sordid place that has kept you from doing what you should have been doing all along?

And YES! I understand that the sentence I just wrote broke all kinds of rules set forth by scholars centuries ago... But as I've told you before...

I'm a rebel... a freestyler of sorts!....

That's just how I roll!

I digress.....

Thanks to this (not so) anonymous follower of the Deep End who encouraged me to get back into it...
HERE I AM...

Back Again in 2010!

I hope you missed me as much as I missed you!

29 Years Ago Today....

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 14:23:00 +0000

Click pic to feel warm and fuzzy!

The OTHER Three Little Words...

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 14:53:00 +0000

I did it...

Again...

I caught myself saying the two words that I PROMISED -

NO!!

I VOWED to NEVER, EVER say to another Mom as long as I lived...

Can you guess what they were?

"Just Wait"

No!!
I'm not trying to make you sit on the edge of your seat before revealing those words...
Those ARE the words!

Just - Wait!

When my older kiddos were little, and I was the "young Mom" surrounded by older Moms with older kids, I used to HATE when having a conversation involving the peaks and valleys of parenting, inevitably one of them would hit me right between the eyes with "Just WAIT!!!"

It was as if they wanted to one up me...

They were the same girls that after hearing about your labor and delivery taking 27 hours and requiring forceps and 3 pints of plasma, would say something like "MY labor lasted 27 DAYS and a staff of 14 doctors and nurses as well as 3 QUARTS of blood!!!"

Need I say.... ANNOYING!!!

Many years of parenting have passed...
(28 plus to be exact... which incidentally is 10,249 days!)

Birth stories have been replaced by Menopause stories
(and believe me - they are equally as IRRITATING!)

Now I am the "older Mom"

A friend contacted me and was venting about one of the lows of her parenting experiences of late.
She also mentioned that she was glad her 4th grade daughter still thought that she was awesome...

Call me aggravating...

Call me unpleasant...

Call me a weary Mom STILL dealing with teenagers after 5,501 days (which is how many days ago my first son turned 13... keep in mind that I have five children)

Call me what you like...

Just don't call me to vent and count on my not blurting out that two word phrase that has become a common one in my vocabulary repertoire...

Why, you ask has this happened to me?

I've asked myself that very same question each and every time I've uttered those words, and I believe I have the answer...

It comes down to another short three word expression...

Misery Loves Company!

Circus Peanuts

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 16:15:00 +0000

I have a brother who loves circus peanuts...
You know, the orange peanut shaped candy that is made from pure sugar and has the consistency of stale-banana-flavored-marshmallows...

I've always had a hard time understanding how anyone could possibly like these 'treats'...

Did you ever wonder what the inspiration behind the invention of such a confection was?

This is my guess to what may have transpired on that fateful day...

BACK IN THE 1800's AT SOME UNIDENTIFIED CANDY FACTORY DEVELOPMENT KITCHEN:

"uh... who was the moron who ordered all this banana extract and orange food coloring?!!"

"Ummmm.... Sorry, that was me"

"Well you'd better figure out SOMETHING to do with it or you'll be looking for a new job... maybe the circus in town will want to hire you to sweep up after the elephants!"

"Hey that just gave me a GREAT idea!!"

I wonder if this was the same person who invented the equally disgusting, candy corn?
Does anyone actually EAT these?
...or do they just buy
the obligatory bag and pour them into a dish on their coffee table for decoration?

I know what you are thinking....

and the answer to that question is YES.... Sadly, I actually DO wonder about these kinds of things...

That's just how I roll...

Grocery lists and planning and other such nonsense... A Cry for Help!!

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 17:02:00 +0000

Okay... so today I stopped by the old blog-a-roo to dust off the cobwebs and see what I've been up to lately...

I kid....

I was shocked to realize that my last post was back in April!!!

Is my life so uneventful that I had nothing to write about since then?

*chirp*chirp* (is that the sound of crickets?)

Actually, life is busy for me ALL the time...
It really boils down to the fact that my down time has been consumed with other things like sleeping, eating, and keeping up with my favorite tv programs...

Today however, I needed to call upon my BF's (that's YOU... my Bloggy Friends)
I NEED your help...desperately!

I am meal planning for an upcoming camping trip...
Before you start envisioning me in my over sized girl scout uniform, I should probably let you in on a secret...

I don't camp in one of these:

Or even one of these:

These are my camping digs:

Don't say it!!!

Don't you DARE tell me that I am a spoiled brat and that this is not REAL camping...

Because if you do I will march right inside my air conditioned RV, flip on the TV and sit in front of the flame-less fireplace and ignore you...

Again.... I kid...

Not really....

I need to get to the fine point of all of this blathering...

Here is my humble request...

I need some meal inspirations...

Keep in mind that I do have a stove, oven & yes... a microwave - (don't start with me)
I also bring a crockpot... and a smokey joe to grill on...

But I'm in a funk...a rut... I need inspiration before I head to the grocery store and fill two carts with spontaneous food purchases that not only don't make any sense but can't make any discernible meals (don't EVEN try to tell me that you haven't done that at least once in your life)

If you really love me, you will spare me the lecture that Tony is notorious for giving me about making grocery lists and planning and other such nonsense!

On a final note I might add that my family are a bunch of foodies.... Pul-eeze don't suggest 'hot dogs', because although they will eat hotdogs on occasion, they want "REAL" food...even while camping...

PS - If it wouldn't be too much trouble... please include recipes!!
I thank you....

my husband thanks you...

my kids thank you...

You are the bestest BF's EVER!!!! ;)

Outwit...Outplay...Outlast...Out of the Question!

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 17:42:00 +0000

My BF Les sent this to me today...

Truth be told, it couldn't have arrived on a better day for me...
Ummm... can you say teenagers?...
Sure you can...

I wanted to share the wealth with you...

you know...

the ones who understand me...

and who will also understand and appreciate this idea...

THE NEXT SURVIVOR SERIES

Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and
3 kids each for six weeks.

Each kid will play
two sports
and either take music
or dance classes.

There is no fast food.

Each man must
take care of his 3 kids;
keep his assigned house clean ,
correct all homework,
and complete science projects ,
cook, do laundry,
and pay a list of 'pretend' bills
with not enough money

In addition, each man
will have to budget in money
for groceries each week.

Each man
must remember the birthdays
of all their friends and relatives ,
and send cards out
on time--no emailing.

Each man must also
take each child to a doctor's appointment ,
a dentist appointment
and a haircut appointment

He must make
one unscheduled and inconvenient
visit per child
to the Urgent Care.

He must also
make cookies or cupcakes
for a social function.

Each man will be responsible for
decorating his own assigned house,
planting flowers outside
and keeping it presentable
at all times.

The men will only
have access to television
when the kids are asleep
and all chores are done.

The men must
shave their legs ,
wear makeup daily,
adorn himself with jewelry,
wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes ,
keep fingernails polished
and eyebrows groomed

During one of the six weeks,
the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, back aches,
and have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or
slow down from other duties.

They must attend
weekly school meetings,
church, and find time
at least once to spend the afternoon
at the park or a similar setting.

They will need to
read a book to the kids
each night and in the morning,
feed them, dress them,
brush their teeth and
comb their hair by 7:00 am.

A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to know all of the following information:
each child's birthday,
height, weight,
shoe size, clothes size
and doctor's name.
Also the child's weight at birth,
length, time of birth,
and length of labor,
each child's favorite color,
middle name,
favorite snack,
favorite song,
favorite drink,
favorite toy,
biggest fear and
what they want to be when they grow up.

The kids vote them off the island
based on performance.
The last man wins only if...
he still has enough energy
to be intimate with his spouse
at a moment's notice.

If the last man does win,
he can play the game over and over
and over again for the next 18-25 years
eventually earning the right
To be called Mother!

After you get done laughing,
send this to as many females as you
think will get a kick out of it and
as many men as you think can
handle it.
Just don't send it back to me.... I'm going to bed.

Can I get an 'Amen'?!!

Going Up?

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 16:34:00 +0000

Occasionally someone will send me one of these kinds of things in my email...

Okay... if I'm being COMPLETELY honest.... I get this kind of ~~crap, junk, spam~~ humorous stuff all of the time, and once in a while, something will arrive that tickles my funny bone or makes me laugh (and snort a little)

This was one of the few of them that didn't involve flatulence, sex, or a story involving a rabbi, a priest and a prostitute conversing on the 18th fairway of a country club golf course....

Here they are:

(and I wish I had the nerve to try them... #6 is my personal favorite)

1. Explain your ideas of world domination to your fellow riders

2. Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce "You're one of THEM!" and move to the far corner of the elevator.

3. Walk on with a cooler that is labeled "HUMAN HEAD" on the side.

4. Hold the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"

5. Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.

6. Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers, "This is my personal space."

Maddie....

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 22:44:00 +0000

I didn't know her...

or her Mom & Dad...

yet she has touched me...

Count your blessings folks...
and please keep this hurting family in your prayers...

Be sure to read the beautiful thoughts on Maddie written by her Mom HERE

(please be patient if link doesn't load quickly...
the server must be getting slammed...
if you don't get through the first time, please try again later)

Watch this touching video tribute that was posted on remembermaddie.com

The Tribute to Our Madeline from Mike and Heather on Vimeo.

You say shopaholic like it's a bad thing....

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 11:20:00 +0000

I'm a bargain hunter.
I'm not sure if I ever mentioned that to you before, but it's true.

I go for 'big game', which by my own personal definition, means that I don't waste my time on half-off sales...
No siree!
I scoff at 40% off ads that come in the mail...

'Big Game' in my book means AT LEAST 75% off...

It's actually somewhat of a 'gift', this ability to scope out deals...
I'm like Patricia Arquette's character in Medium....
Except that my 6th sense is more along the lines of 'knowing' when I need to get to a store...

Tony has a hard time accepting my 'special talent'....
He sees it as more of a curse...

"Why Jackie???!!! Please tell me why we NEEDED a labeler??? WHY???!!!"

"You just-don't-get-it!!!! Poor, sad, Tony!!! They cost $35.00 everywhere and I only paid $6.00 for it..... Six dollars I tell you!!!!!! I saved us $29.00!!!"

"You still haven't told me WHY we need a labeler...."

"I'm not going to dignify that with an answer..... but the next time YOU need something labeled.... DO NOT come crying to me!!!"

"You know Jackie.... everytime you 'save' us money.... you cost us money....."

Good thing that we are best friends.... because let me tell you, if we weren't, I would be infuriated with that kind of rain being dumped on my parade!!

PS - I haven't told him about the case of Yankee Candles that I saved us $75.00 by buying yet...
So mum's the word!!!!!

Eyeball Tattoos...

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 19:03:00 +0000

I agree with the folks who are trying to ban eyeball tattoos...

Besides being just plain stomach twisting to think about, I think that there is an angle that they probably hadn't even thought of yet...

What's to stop party animals from getting the whites of their eyes tattooed white?

No one would ever know if they had indulged in certain illegal activities...

Just a thought....

from the deep end....

(don't worry, there's plenty more floating around!!)

"Mother Nature's Gift"

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 23:48:00 +0000

Have you seen this commercial yet?

I laugh my head off every time I watch it!!

The person who came up with this concept should get a raise!!

I mean.... REALLY.... armpit hair au naturel (Mother Natures Gift!!)

Watch her bike partners face as it keeps blowing onto it...

It's so gross... and yet I can't stop watching...

Do you think that's normal?!

Me either....

Stimulus - It's Just Another Dirty Word to Me...

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 16:36:00 +0000

Is anyone else out there sick of hearing the word "stimulus"?

Call me immature...
(lots of my friends do)

But my gray matter can't seem to detach that word from the area of my brain that houses things like the 'K-Y His and Hers' commercials and other 'dirty' things...

I mean, in my mind, I am picturing some governmental hotshot on the phone with the economy, candles lit all around speaking in hushed tones asking, "What are you wearing? ...... Because all I have on is a smile..."

Couldn't they come up with a less provocative way of expressing what they are hoping to do to the economy??!!!!!!!!!!!

Couldn't they just "spur" the economy?!
Or perhaps "trigger" the economy??!!

At least until my maturity level increases to that of a person half my age...

Or never......

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, What You Gonna Do....

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 13:30:00 +0000

Remember the good old days when even the worst behaved kids pretended to respect authority?

When all parents lived by the code: "Guilty until proven innocent"?

Those days are gone....

Long gone, I'm afraid.

My sixteen year old daughters ipod was stolen during her lunch period at her high school...
Right out of her bag...

By someone she knew... (a "friend")

She told me two days later, having put off the task knowing that I would react in a not-so-pleasant way...
(she was right)

To make matters worse, several of her other "friends" had seen the JAKWHIP (Jack Ass Kid With Her I Pod) some of whom had even been approached by the kid offering to sell them her ipod cheap...
It had hot pink earbuds and displayed her name when turned on.... no doubt about it... it was HERS!!

(Why, you ask, didn't one of them insist he hand it over on the spot? I have no idea... as I have come to realize, "friends" is a relative term these days among 16 year olds)

At that point, she had already reported all of the info to the officer at school....
and yes, you read right...
they have a "resource officer" aka the Po-Po, the Heat, the Fuzz, at every high school in the district!!

My how things have changed!

After several days of absolutely NO HELP AT ALL, my level headed husband decides that it would probably be a good idea to phone the JAKWHIP's parents.

After all, it takes a village...right?!

After debriefing him on all of the facts complete with names of witnesses, he phones the father of this future guest of the state pen...

I hear him very "Dad to Dad" talking, very calm and friendly like... using phrases like "just want to get this straightened out" and "appreciate your help"
Which is exactly why HE called instead of me...

If I had been the one to make the call, some of the phrases overheard may have included "Don't make me come over there" and "What method of torture do you plan to use to get him to talk?"

So Dad of JAKWHIP assured my guy that he was going to get to the bottom of it...

Which we learned 45 minutes later must have consisted of a conversation similar to this:

DOJAKWHIP: Son!! Did you take some girls ipod?

JAKWHIP: What Father?! Of COURSE NOT!! I would NEVER steal! You and my wonderful mother (who incidentally are the best parents that any kid could ask for and I'm lucky that you are mine) taught me better than that!!!

DOJAKWHIP: That's swell! Now you and Wally go out and play ball with the fellas... But first phone that girls Dad back and explain this to him... poor guy! He was REALLY on the wrong track! I hope he finds the REAL thief!!

How did we come to that conclusion?

Because ol' JAKWHIP phoned my husband and assured him that he didn't steal the ipod and there must have been some kind of misunderstanding.

The Dad didn't even call back...he told the Beav to!!!!

**Sigh**

At the end of the day, we sit back and shake our heads...
and long for the days when parents stuck together...

The days when they all hoped that their kids would never do anything wrong, but they understood that in raising kids...ANYTHING is possible and that even the best kids make mistakes.... sometimes BIG ones...

The days where parents weren't afraid to be parents and understood that having a good relationship with our children, didn't mean that they had to be their best friends...

I would love to be a fly on the wall in JAKWHIP's house the day that Mom or Dad is faced with the reality that their son is a thief...

I do hope for their sake that someone in the village shakes them out of their "happy trance" before the Beav ends up in the slammer!!

In the meantime, my daughter has hopefully learned several valuable lessons including listen to your mother and "friends" is an overused term that has very broad definitions and obviously doesn't mean the same thing to everyone!!

If you happen to see JAKWHIP (a.k.a. the Beav) you might want to warn him not to mess with my girl again... now that her Four older, much larger, and now angry brothers are on to his games...

Michael...You're Such a Dope!

noreply@blogger.com (Thoughts from the Deep End) — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 22:17:00 +0000

Michael Phelps!

You just kicked butt in nearly every Olympic Swimming Event...

You're probably headed for Disney World ...

Where will you go from there?

Oh dear, Michael...

Couldn't you have at least waited for Amsterdam?

Or maybe gone someplace a bit more private

(and dude...whichever friend took and distributed your picture hitting that bong isn't REALLY your friend)