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Quit coddling the kids and give them consequences for bad actions!

     I am tired of spoiled brats, bullying, and spiteful kids.  I’m sick and tired of parents who think their kids are perfect and they can do no wrong.  Sorry, I’ve watched your kids do horrible things and you were not anywhere in sight. 

     As a child, my bedroom didn’t have a TV, computer, and a phone.  I didn’t even have my own room, I shared a room with two sisters.  I didn’t have my own room until I was in the ninth grade.  The only entertainment in there was a bookcase full of books.  Still, being sent to our room was not the worst punishment.  I don’t see being sent to the child of today’s room as a punishment at all unless all electronics are removed first.

     We had a curfew too, “be within sight of the house when the street lights go on.”  Dad checked too.  If we weren’t right outside the house, all hell broke loose.  School nights, we were inside by eight and in bed by nine.  This was rough on a night owl like me.  

     If we broke the rules we got punished.  Grounded, spanked, sent to our rooms, sent to our rooms with no dinner, required to pay reparations for any damages from our own pockets or by some form of physical labor–these were the common punishments.  What did these punishments do for us?  They taught us consequences for our actions.  The worse our actions, the worse the punishment.

     Looking at many kids today and how they act in public gives us a huge clue that ‘time outs’ and ‘using our words’ doesn’t work.

     Being told to ‘go cut a switch’ by our Grandfather or Grandmother was the worst punishment we could think of on any day.  It wasn’t so much the two or three swats we got from the switch, it was the process of having to cut one that hurt more. It especially worked well when you had a grandfather like ours who made you go back several times to get a ‘good one’ before the swats.  And they were swats not beatings.  Some psychological stress and a little sting on our butts brought us into line quickly.

     It didn’t teach us to be physically violent with others.  In fact, if we were physically violent with pets or people, that came under the list of the worst things we could do, thus the punishment was the harshest.

     I think if you heard “oh, boy you’re gonna get it now” in your head when you only thought of doing something wrong, they were doing something right. 

     You all have a good one!

Oops, that shot that plan

     Some days, when someone you love has Multiple Sclerosis, plans change quickly.  I seldom make plans to go anywhere too far from home in case he needs me in a hurry.  I did manage to slip away to the Silverwood dog show for one day last week.  It was unfortunate that our time was very limited there.

     Yesterday was one of those make no plans because they are screwed days.  The Curmudgeon had a doctor appointment.  Early last week he told me about it and said he’d drive himself.  Therefore, I sort of planned to take Patty for a walk in the park, because it was sunny, because I needed to get out of the house, and because I wanted to try out her new collar.  About a half an hour before I planned to go, The Curmudgeon told me he needed me to drive him. 

     Sorry Patty, we’ll go to plan B and walk tomorrow.  You all have a good one!

For the love of dogs for fifty years

     I have been training dogs for over fifty years.  Does that surprise you?  It did me when I did the math.  Goodness, I feel old now.

     The first dog I trained was when I was eight years old.  I not only had her heeling on a leash but had her and another neighbor’s dog doing tricks.  We were very nearly a circus act. 

     I taught obedience classes for a while.  Over the years, I trained a passel of Poodles in all sizes,  a German Shepherd, a Rottweiler, and several Bull Terriers. 

     You all have a good one!

A picture night

When the bad days outnumber the good … get the most out of the good days

     As The Curmudgeon is beginning to have more bad days than good, we work hard to make his good days more fun.  I have less free time since on his bad days I have to be on my toes and ready for anything.

     It saddens both of us that we can no longer do the things we used to enjoy doing together.   I miss going fishing.  It’s not the same without him along.  He doesn’t walk well so walking along an uneven river bank is no longer possible.

      We no longer go to dog shows, something we always enjoyed.

     This time of year he used to enjoy helping to create a wild look and sound for our porch for trick or treat night.  Now it’s just G and I working on it.

     I hate to see the pain in his eyes as another thing he loves to do is crossed off his can do list.

     If wishes were horses than beggars would ride.  If my wishes were anything, it’d be a cure for MS.

     You all have a good one.

If things are put away properly I can find them…

     I finally got my automatic wrist blood pressure monitor reset.  Couldn’t reset the darned thing for the life of me and couldn’t find the instructions anywhere.  Yesterday, I came across the box it came in, stashed on a shelf in the cellar way, below the upstairs stair treads, and found the instructions inside the box.  They were not in the drawer where I keep all my small appliance, large appliance, and other directions.

     At last, I can remove the blood pressure readings from over a year ago to now and can start fresh!  It was never fun to see the scary readings from the day I had the heart attack.  Now those are gone.  Yay!

     There’s also that problem of what reading belongs to which person…hmmm.  Yes, the time had come to clear the memory.  Heck, the time had come and gone numerous times.

     Now when the Doctor asks me if I’ve been keeping track I can tell him “yes, and this is what the last three readings were,” am I not amazing?  <Giggle>

     You all have a good one!

Happy 4th birthday for my blog.

  I just realized as I opened the page to write a post for tonight that this is the fourth year I’ve had this blog.  My goodness, I never thought it would go this long.  I think this is cause for a celebration!

You all have a good one!

Booooooooo!

      Maybe I shouldn’t sit here alone and watch scary movies.  That’s an activity best done with company.  Especially on garbage night when all sorts of noises come from the street as scroungers try to hit all the cans before the four different trucks come through and do their pick ups.

     Yes, four pick ups here on a Monday night.  Recycling-cans and bottles by one truck and cardboard and paper by another.  Then there’s the yard waste recycling, which is almost done for the year, and the fourth pick up is regular garbage.  The creepy movie did not go well with spooky noises outside.

     After one bone chilling movie it was certainly a good idea to switch to something lighter.  Comedy channel here I come.

     You all have a good one!

Silverwood is almost here

     Suddenly I have plans to go to the Silverwood.  For those of you who don’t have Bull Terriers, it is the biggest specialty show of the year for Bullies.  It travels so sometimes we do get a chance to go to it.  This year it is in Gettysburg and my friend Linda and I have decided to go for one day on the 13th.

     If you are going, look for us.  We’ll be wandering around without our dogs, snapping tons of pictures, and oohing and awing over all the bullies.

     I can’t wait to see all my FB Bully Lover friends.  If it is chilly, I’ll be the one in the black hoodie with the voodoo doll on it.  😀

Lovely Saturday

     What a nice Saturday.  Our hoodies arrived and they are perfect! First thing I did was pop them in the wash so we could wear them almost immediately.  Glad I did too because they are comfy and perfect for now with the temperature dropping down into the upper forties.

     I finally managed to bake that gingerbread I was going to bake earlier this week.  The house smelled wonderful and the gingerbread turned out quite nice.  It hit the spot for both of us and for G and her husband.  I took some over to them and managed to get there before they had their dinner so my timing couldn’t have been better.

Gingerbread with whipped cream

Gingerbread with whipped cream (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

      The gingerbread was a perfect ending to a dinner of scalloped potatoes, grilled lemon herb chicken, and fried green tomatoes.  The Curmudgeon?  Let’s say happy and sleepy described his evening.

     You all have a good one!

One day, I will no longer carve pumpkins…

 

Okay, so I bought a Funkin the other day.  Now I’m going to carve it in my favorite Frankenstein monster pumpkin carving.  Eventually I plan to carve all of my favorite pumpkins over the years into Funkins so I will no longer have to carve real pumpkins.

I’m finding that the older I get the more my hands pain me when I do those intricate carvings.  However, I refuse to disappoint all those kids who come up our street just to see the pumpkins every year.  Heck some of the kids are grand-kids of kids who came to see the first pumpkins we put out each year.

 

Today’s news

 

G’s husband’s surgery went well, they got all of the tumor in his colon–quite a large one from what she tells me.  Now he needs to heal and then they will go from there as to what they will do.  Chemo was mentioned.  According to G they still consider him stage 4.  We just hope he kicks cancer’s big fat ass and wins.