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Not just sinks.

Posted on 2017.04.09 at 22:25
What did we do this week, again? This weekend was a death by 1000x small messes. Not a bad weekend, necessarily. Just a hundred years long, spent doing little stultifying domestic things: cleaning up, making sandwiches, untangling fights, etc. (Just indulge me, feeling sorry for myself. I'm just tired.)



Breakfast, in columns.
Hawaii, on the far left: bowl of triscuits.
Pokey, next: two bowls of instant oatmeal, assorted flavors.
Ace: bowl of Special K with strawberries.
Rascal: bowl of rice krispies, bowl of Special K with strawberries, bowl of instant oatmeal.

There are many ways to create shelf-stable combinations of carbs and sugar. We eat them all for breakfast.



New shoes. I guess I have a thing for green leather.




New light fixture. An antique-y thing I bought off eBay that is just a shade, and Jammies had to buy all this hardware and rigging to make my dreams go like this:



Swirled dreams of green and red, with diagonal cream accents.

For the past month or two, LiveJournal has been a nightmare. Uploading photos just doesn't work most of the time. Posting stretches out for hours as I re-load again and again.

I guess I am apologizing for this run-on sentence free-association dump of a post.



These two doofuses spend all day wrestling. Rascal tackles everyone, indiscriminately, and Pokey is the only one who laughs and goes with it. Also there's a lot of inarticulate screaming and hollering.



Jammies picked up Rascal.
In the classroom, Rascal's teacher said, "I need to ask you something. Does Rascal know the word -" (and Jamaal braced himself) "-S-" (oh thank god it's the s-word) "-T-U-" (wait what? We're spelling 'stupid'?) "-P-I-D?"
Jammies said, "Stupid? Oh yeah, he says that all the time."
"I thought that's what he was saying. We weren't sure."

Thank god Rascal's not very articulate, because he really does say "fuck" a lot. It's been about six years since we thought it was cute to hear the kids drop f-bombs. Hawaii could control herself and only swear in private, which was fine. Pokey became uncontrollably tic-like with these words and would just prattle off theme-and-variations, and so we stopped allowing it. But it's still just a tidal wave of swearing, all the time. The basic problem is that Jammies and I aren't willing to reign ourselves in from talking like regular human adults, just because other parents have fragile ears. So we're doing the meaningless finger-wagging non-punishment dance ad nauseum, ineffectively. The whole thing is really really fucking annoying.

This has started up again:



"Ace, how was your day?"
"Dumb."
"What'd you do all day?"
"Nothin'."
"Nothing?"
"Nothin'! If I had a shop, I'd sell NOTHIN'. People would come and give me money, and I'd give them NOTHIN'!"

I swear, she is almost-four, not an aging sitcom writer.



This rice is called "Louisiana Purchase"



and I couldn't decide if that was off-color or no big deal. I think it's just a cutesy play on words, right? I did in fact purchase this bit of Louisiana, and it was too spicy for the kids.



Oh, a door with a green woodgrain patina? How fascinating, Heebie.



Plate o' Shrimp phenomenon happening. These Just sinks with their subtle little emblem. What do you guys sell? "Just sinks."  Oh really.



I used to do the same thing with my mom's extensive button collection.

If I had a shop, you could give me money and I'd give you nothing. A nothing shop.

Comments:


Susan Dennis
susandennis at 2017-04-10 04:14 (UTC) (Link)
Love the shoes. LOVE the shade/lamp. Really enjoy random entries a lot.
heebie-geebie
heebie_geebie at 2017-04-17 03:13 (UTC) (Link)
Well, thank you! That's good to hear.
(Anonymous) at 2017-04-10 12:27 (UTC) (Link)

Why am I Anonymous Again?

Ace cracked me up! NOTHIN'!

(me, delagar)



heebie-geebie
heebie_geebie at 2017-04-17 03:13 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Why am I Anonymous Again?

She just has such an ear. It's the funniest thing.
pfgechoes at 2017-04-10 18:04 (UTC) (Link)
Our house rule is pretty clear to our kids: they are not allowed to drop f-bombs around anyone other than us until they earn a real paycheck. I am allowed to say those words to other grown-ups because I work and that's how I talk. Old enough to get paid? Old enough to swear.

Ace just cracks me up.

I love that Hawaii will eat a bowl of Triscuits for breakfast.

I love that Pokey will wrestle with Rascal without getting too rough and letting it become serious. What a sweet older brother.
heebie-geebie
heebie_geebie at 2017-04-17 03:15 (UTC) (Link)
So they truly bite their tongue, with the f-bombs? Our kids...god, that horse has left the barn. (The shit has left the fuckhole, it's a true mystery.)

And, aw, thank you.

Sometimes Pokey is not so sweet and Rascal screams a lot. So it goes.
(Anonymous) at 2017-04-17 21:43 (UTC) (Link)
With the exception of a single f-bomb incident a little over a year ago (he and his friend found it scrawled on a restroom stall at school and repeating it multiple times and giggling together, according to their teacher), my oldest has kept the shit in the fuckhole.

The younger one once said "oh, shit," around my mom, but she was just impressed that he used it in the proper context and told him he was not old enough to say it yet. He has complied so far, but we may have our hands full with him.

-pfge
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