This is the Damn dogs at their best behavior. So in their defense I thought I should show their good side.
2012/04/28
2012/04/27
Only 20 times??????
When I grew up we ate home grown food. We had an orchard and we had a one acre garden. The relatives traded kid labor during the summer for beef. My mom preserved all the food she could get her hands on to last us through the winter. We did not have a freezer so meat was boiled and put in Mason jars along with the fruits and vegetables. Powdered milk was the drink of every breakfast. Now the memories of the food is, that's all I knew till I was in 6th grade. We had a Mexican family that I started going to school with the kids and their refried beans and tortillas was the best thing about school; trading lunch with them. My peanut butter sandwiches with or without jam was only a means to keep my stomach quiet in the afternoon. I never new what the kids saw in my peanut butter sandwiches but them tortillas and beans was the best thing I ever ate. Our food was simple and staple we always had food but we never got choices: we ate what was in front of us with out complaints. Now I have always had a taste for ethnic foods and love to try new foods. But if it looks totally unrecognizable or the least bit slimy, and absolutely nothing from inside an animal; I would rather go hungry, and have, rather than eat it. I will try the flesh of any animal but nothing that is from the inside. Where I came up with these dislikes I have no idea. What I have learned is most people I know are really finicky about the things they eat way more than I am.
I worked with exchange students for over 10 years and learned how hard it was on them to give up their cultural foods and think Mc Donald's is a food group. But even then they were all finicky about trying new things, most would give in when they became more hungry as time went by.
As my kids started coming I was aware how hard the food thing was going to be for them. Because they were not going home in 10 months to there country's cuisine. The kids from South America it was a little easier because we have many of the same foods and spices. But even at that two of them will not eat onions and we cook with onions, one girl saw an onion she would not eat anything more, the other would pick through her food to get every last onion out before one thing entered her mouth. Our meat and potato society and the fact that we want instant satisfaction and no time to do anything, we eat most of our meal out of a box, heat and eat food. This food along with hot dogs and hamburgers turn off every kid that comes here.So our family has learned to fend for themselves: tell me what you want and I will by it. You make it you eat it no wasting food. Same with eating out you take it you eat it. The 15$ meals that no one liked was squelched quickly. So buffet's was the way to go for us. They can see it and try a spoon of it before they heap it up. Now I have two girls who will eat anything as long as it has hot chili peppers on it. As time has gone by their taste has started to change and they are eating lots more American foods. Their chile consumption has lessened along with, they can now go a few days with out rice. I have one girl that has stomach trouble and can not eat fried foods or anything that is a stomach irritant. One girl that only wants her cultural food and has many religious food restrictions on top of that. So cooking and eating at our house can be difficult to say the least. They have come to like a few things that I cook and when I am in the mood I will cook them, if not everyone is on their own. Now out of all this food chaos is one kid that is so food motivated that she is thinking of her next feeding before she finishes the one she is on. The only thing I have a real hard time getting her to eat is spaghetti with red sauce. White sauces she will inhale. She has become the butt of almost every food joke we have ever made. She like the bones of most things and wants the bone in all her meat. She has two hallow legs and can put away more food than all of us together. When she was little she got kids prices on meals but ate more than all of us put together. She can put any American to shame at an all you can eat place. She eats almost non stop though out the day. She takes snacks to school so she can make it to lunch and she goes straight to the kitchen before she does anything else when she gets home, and ready to eat again when I get home. And will eat at least two more times before bed.
My oldest moved out of the dorms at College for the end of 2nd semester last night and has non stop complained of the food in the cafeteria at college. She says they serve the same stuff all the time and what she can eat from it is limited. She keeps telling me she is not going to pay for food at college next year because she hates the food and its a waste of money. I have not shopped for food for a week and the frig is empty and everyone was complaining last night about Mother Hubbard's cupboards being empty and the oldest wants some good food for a change. So we went to the all you can eat Chinese buffet tonight, and on the way there the oldest is saying what a waste it was paying for the 20 meals a week plan. When from the back seat we here "only 20 times a week, Ma I eat more than 5 times a day. The car broke out in a mass of laughter and then they all had advice on how to survive only 20 meals a week. Every suggestion from filling her bag up every time she went to the cafetiere to buying extra food and cooking it in her room. As she went back for her 4th time at the all you can eat place I suspected she was trying to eat away her worries of only 20 meals a week.
I worked with exchange students for over 10 years and learned how hard it was on them to give up their cultural foods and think Mc Donald's is a food group. But even then they were all finicky about trying new things, most would give in when they became more hungry as time went by.
As my kids started coming I was aware how hard the food thing was going to be for them. Because they were not going home in 10 months to there country's cuisine. The kids from South America it was a little easier because we have many of the same foods and spices. But even at that two of them will not eat onions and we cook with onions, one girl saw an onion she would not eat anything more, the other would pick through her food to get every last onion out before one thing entered her mouth. Our meat and potato society and the fact that we want instant satisfaction and no time to do anything, we eat most of our meal out of a box, heat and eat food. This food along with hot dogs and hamburgers turn off every kid that comes here.So our family has learned to fend for themselves: tell me what you want and I will by it. You make it you eat it no wasting food. Same with eating out you take it you eat it. The 15$ meals that no one liked was squelched quickly. So buffet's was the way to go for us. They can see it and try a spoon of it before they heap it up. Now I have two girls who will eat anything as long as it has hot chili peppers on it. As time has gone by their taste has started to change and they are eating lots more American foods. Their chile consumption has lessened along with, they can now go a few days with out rice. I have one girl that has stomach trouble and can not eat fried foods or anything that is a stomach irritant. One girl that only wants her cultural food and has many religious food restrictions on top of that. So cooking and eating at our house can be difficult to say the least. They have come to like a few things that I cook and when I am in the mood I will cook them, if not everyone is on their own. Now out of all this food chaos is one kid that is so food motivated that she is thinking of her next feeding before she finishes the one she is on. The only thing I have a real hard time getting her to eat is spaghetti with red sauce. White sauces she will inhale. She has become the butt of almost every food joke we have ever made. She like the bones of most things and wants the bone in all her meat. She has two hallow legs and can put away more food than all of us together. When she was little she got kids prices on meals but ate more than all of us put together. She can put any American to shame at an all you can eat place. She eats almost non stop though out the day. She takes snacks to school so she can make it to lunch and she goes straight to the kitchen before she does anything else when she gets home, and ready to eat again when I get home. And will eat at least two more times before bed.
My oldest moved out of the dorms at College for the end of 2nd semester last night and has non stop complained of the food in the cafeteria at college. She says they serve the same stuff all the time and what she can eat from it is limited. She keeps telling me she is not going to pay for food at college next year because she hates the food and its a waste of money. I have not shopped for food for a week and the frig is empty and everyone was complaining last night about Mother Hubbard's cupboards being empty and the oldest wants some good food for a change. So we went to the all you can eat Chinese buffet tonight, and on the way there the oldest is saying what a waste it was paying for the 20 meals a week plan. When from the back seat we here "only 20 times a week, Ma I eat more than 5 times a day. The car broke out in a mass of laughter and then they all had advice on how to survive only 20 meals a week. Every suggestion from filling her bag up every time she went to the cafetiere to buying extra food and cooking it in her room. As she went back for her 4th time at the all you can eat place I suspected she was trying to eat away her worries of only 20 meals a week.
2012/04/26
What are kids for?
I have to pick my daughter up from college tonight and I get this e-mail from her,
Mom I Just want to let you know that the traffic is horrible right know I don't know if is gonna be the same at night or worse. Don't get mad okay :)
Love you
beatriz jacinto
i love you mom.
Wow I guess my kids really know me, and are trying to stave off the yelling at everyone on the road. Or, I choose to think they love me and worry about me.
Either way they have my attention…..
Do you know what your saying?
I came home and the girls are all home doing hell knows what and I only have one brain cell left and it’s not firing very well and we start a round of what are you saying? Now my brain cell has totally misfired and it does not even recognize who is talking any more. After all the girls tell me about their days I am ready to stick my head in the sand and forget the rest of the night, but can’t because now I have to cook. I finish making chili and take a bowl to my room and put my brain to rest in front of the mindless television set. After a while I check e-mails and go back for seconds. When I get back to the kitchen I see where someone has cook something else, I ask if anyone wants any Chili as I fix my second bowl, there were no takers so one of the girls comes out to see what I am doing and starts to help me put the chili in a bowl for the frig. I turn around to put the bowl away and see her eating my chili. I said why don’t you get your own bowl and she takes another big mouth full and says” I eat beans and they make me F you c k”. What did you say? F you C K! I started to laugh and said you need to empty your mouth because your English sucks when you’re not eating and it’s worse when it full of chili. She swallows and sticks her face closer to me and makes her mouth form the word again, F you C K. What you eat beans and then you want to have sex? NO Mom, I F you C K. “OMGAWD do you know what you’re saying”, I ask her. Ya Ma you know stink. Now I am really laughing and I said you mean fart not F you C K. Now I have everyone in the house’s attention and they are all laughing and screaming Mom what are you saying….. It’s not me it’s your sister, she eats too many beans and F you C K’s, then Farts. Hell I ask her if she knew what she was saying and she said “Yes”. Well little Miss red face is now saying fart properly. Not that she should be screaming fart at me either but it was funny.
2012/04/25
Conversation with the dog.
I believe that many folks talk to and have conversations with inanimate objects or non-humans even one self. I can say I have had a few of these conversations myself, I don’t believe I would want anyone else to hear me, especially when I am talking to myself. I am rather harsh on myself so by the time I’m worked up to the point I need to talk to myself I am rather miffed; using my outside voice in the, talking to, I give myself. On occasion I have over heard others have these talks and find them strange to say the least.
I happened on a conversation one of my girls was having with one of the dogs. It was taking place in the living room; she stood there with her hands on her hips looking down at the dog and the dog is sitting on the floor looking up at her with great interest. Now this in its self was comical as the dog’s ears are straight up and his eyes open wide looking at her. She says “Joey everybody hates you” You no good and eat my underpants. You bark too much, you get into everything. You need to eat the other girl’s underpants and stop eating poop. You make me mad. You play too hard and make too much noise. Joey is just sitting there hanging on every word as if he was enjoying the feedback from his human. At this point I just go about my business and snicker to myself just thinking about this conversation. Then I hear her say “NO Joey I don’t want you on me” I stick my head back around the corner to see what’s up with the dog and find him trying to crawl under her blanket. She says” NO Joey you to fat I can’t breathe when you get on me. Now Joey does not care what she is crying about he wants under the blanket, No is not an option. As he nuzzles the blanket to get his head under it, she is moving over to accommodate him on the couch and pulling the blanket up for him; she is saying “no” the whole time. I am still snickering to myself and continuing on with my own things. I can still hear her but not paying any attention to her till I get ready to leave and go back down stairs, when I walk by the living room and see her talking to herself. I stopped and realized she has Joey wrapped like a little baby doll in the blankets and still telling him his behavior is not acceptable and no one likes him. I started to laugh and she looked up at me and I said “let me know how this works maybe I’ll try it on the other dogs”.
2012/04/22
The Plan
this is an old post I thought I lost
Well
I just got a reality check at work. My behavior is at a considerable
lower age level than I am. As I am calmly arguing with a co-work I
could feel my blood pressure on the rise I said 'I don’t care to talk
about this issues anymore" well the conversation kept going and so did
my blood pressure to the point I wanted to say something more than I
don’t want to talk about it. Out of pure frustration I looked at her
and stuck my tongue out. Without missing a breath she said “Oh real
mature Sue”. So now the argument is over but I am left with a red face
and the question of why I would do that. As I look back at when the
kids started coming I guess I can see my behavior deteriorate over the
years. When I argue with my kids my level of maturity is right down
there with theirs. I know that arguing with kids from different
cultural backgrounds and languages has left me frustrated, so to get my
point across I would use any means I could, to get maximum shock effect
out of them. Using logic and outside voices just does not get it. The 4
girls that have been with me for over three years have gotten use to me
doing this and now just say” MOM STOP”. But my immature behavior
still works for shock effect, so as to gain control over a seemingly
lost argument. I now use it as my master weapon against massive
quantities of Estrogen
running ramped through the house. Although they will use it against me
it is one of the prices I have to pay. Such as the time I had them all
lined up on the couch hollering about, who left the cosmetic bag
outside. When the older one says I did. Now I am shocked because the
common answer to this line of questioning is “I don’t know” I responded
“Who are you and what did you do with my daughter”? She sat straight up
and said “Well I really did not do it but I said I did”, so you would
shut up. It worked. Or the time last winter as one of the girls is just
dragging her feet and it’s time for the bus. I was hounding her to
pick it up because I was not taking her to school. Her speed did not
change and I hollered out at her “This is really shitty weather to have
to walk to school in”. As she saunters out the door she comes back with
“I know sweetie, I know, I need the exercise. Got me there. We have even
had arguments that I had to use extreme shock on them. One such
argument was over going out to eat. The newest girl is a difficult
eater to say the least. She only wants her food, sweets or chicken.
This really narrows the place we can eat at. I came up with the master
plan to get the other girls mad at her and she would break down and
stop, with the, I don’t like that. The girls cooked up the schema to
get me to take them out to eat at the Chinese buffet. It started out
with one girl asking then another and then another trying to break me
down. They know I will give in after a fashion. But I had to hang
tough I was trying to make a statement and get this girl to eat better.
I said no because L. will not eat that food and I am not spending money
on food to have it thrown out. Ok then let’s go here, “NO” what about
this place no she won’t eat that either. Finally she said "I will just
stay home". Now the other girls thought they had just won the LOTO, ya
Mom let’s leave her home. No we eat as a family or no one goes. I left
the room now that my plan was in action. Well they started in again
following me through the house badgering me about leave L. at home and
let’s go. We have now been at it for close to an hour. I am hungry and
have no desire to cook. I was starting to weaken I could not hold out
anymore, they had me and they knew it. But at the last minute I got my
presence of mind back and ran into the frig and yanked out the wine
bottle ripped the cork out and tipped it up and guzzled. I heard one
exclaim to the others “Well! Now she won’t go she drank wine” What do
you want to eat?
Walking 10 Dogs
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