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I'm going to miss all this one day...
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Cindi    Posted 07-11-2003 at 18:31:58       [Reply]  [No Email]
I had to go to Sarasota today and Jake wanted to stay home. Fine. That means I don't have to listen to bickering between him and Jenny in the truck for three hours. I get there and Fred starts hollering at me that the truck is overheated and low on oil.

Mutter mutter grumble grumble, light maintenence and I'm on my way.

Thank you dear.

Yer welcome hon.

Major storm on the way home. Truck blowing all over the road, sporadic hail, rain like a gray sheet can't see nuthin', pull over to wait it out. It doesn't move. Until I do.

Proceeds to follow me home. I get the idea that I can beat it there and get the feeding done before it catches up. Did that. No problem. Got the last critter fed and the bottom fell out. Raced up on the porch dodging drops the size of grapes.

Then it hits me, something new about the front of the house. Strange tin foil decoration in the window near door. Closer inspection reveals that the window is broken. Jake and his partner in crime (Jamie) strangely subdued on the couch.

"What happened to the (expletive) window?" I demanded, rather forcefully.

"I dunno." Jake says. Jamie picks at a scab on his elbow, his eyes like saucers.

So I give Jake one of my no BS now, looks.

"I really don't know, but I do know that I broke it somehow." He admitted. Jamie looked like he wanted to puke.

"Isn't it bad enough that we're using tin foil as window treatments, now we have to use tin foil for WINDOWS?" I yelled.

Long, long, suspense filled silence.

"I have a hundred bucks coming for mowing John's road next weekend, I'll pay for it." Jake offered.

Jamie let out a slow sigh of relief. I guess that was the first moment either of them had considered the possible financial ramifications of this busted window.

I checked out his temporary repair and grudgingly admitted that it appeared a fairly stable arrangement for a week. At least against rain and insects. Then Jamie, as if he couldn't take it anymore, bursts out with this odd ear splitting laughter. Braying like a dang donkey. I could only stare at him.

"I could use a laugh Jamie. Why don't you share with us?"

"Oh, nuthin' in perticuler. Somethin' just tickled my funny bone is all."

I think it was a clear cut case of nervous hysteria.

"Sorry about that, I couldn't help it." He said finally.

"That's all feel better?"

"Yep." Thin shaky voice

"Okay, want some pizza?'


I started to feel really bad. I had no idea that I was that scary. I think my kids are pretty well shell shocked and beyond being frightened, but poor Jamie looked like he was about to break out in hives.

"If you're gonna hang around with Jake, you better learn to toughen up a little, cause he's gonna keep you in trouble."

Big grin, bigger slab of pizza, and for the first time in hours, tentative peace. I'm going to miss all this fun someday.

Lenore    Posted 07-12-2003 at 08:25:16       [Reply]  [No Email]

Cindi, are you really a glutton for punishment?
I went through teenagers and I have never missed it when they grew up and moved out.
In fact at times I wondered if they were ever going to permanently going to move.
For a while they kept coming back when they hit difficulties.
Thank goodness they have finally made lives in their own homes now.
Visits are great, if they are brief and fun, but I do not miss the "hectic and stressful" times.

I have a friend who felt like you.
Hers are still causing turmoil in her life and they are grown but not gone.
I do not envy her at all.
I love mine; but I feel like I accomplished my job as a mom when they left.
I never "missed it" after they moved out. :-)

Cindi    Posted 07-12-2003 at 09:01:03       [Reply]  [No Email]
Yeah, but what am I going to do for that little surge of adrenaline that is keeping my heart going? Hah! Take up bull riding I guess.

Clod    Posted 07-12-2003 at 10:13:30       [Reply]  [No Email]
When my mother decided that she was being bluffed she just told my father.He went for the shock and awe technique.It worked everytime.We knew it and walked lightly enough to not attract much attention.

AllenL    Posted 07-12-2003 at 07:16:23       [Reply]  [No Email]
Sheesh! Is there anyone that really cares? Post it on the dumb stories board!

Ron,Ar    Posted 07-12-2003 at 09:05:25       [Reply]  [No Email]
Hey, lighten up there dude, what's your claim to fame anyway? We are all ok with this I think. If not see the post above about dealing with difficult people, pick one that applies to you. JMHO

Yes Nan(TX)    Posted 07-12-2003 at 08:20:00       [Reply]  [No Email]
“Sheesh! Is there anyone that really cares? Post it on the dumb stories board!”

Yes Allen I really really really care.

Cindi    Posted 07-12-2003 at 07:50:50       [Reply]  [No Email]
Can you direct me to that 'dumb stories' board? I did a search for it, but couldn't find it.

Cindi    Posted 07-12-2003 at 08:11:13       [Reply]  [No Email]
Besides, that wasn't really the dumb part. The dumb part was when I decided to escape to my room to eat dinner. I got there and there was a folded up towel on my bed. When I picked it up to move it, it unfolded and the shrads of glass from a broken light bulb scattered everywhere.

I sat my plate down on the edge of the bed to get the vaccum to clean up the mess, not noticing the mangled cat (who freaks out at the slightest provocation) curled up by the dresser.

The second I switched on the vacuum, he went up on his toes, hissed at me and the vacuum, and shot across the bed, planting one front foot in one piece of pizza and one back foot in the other, slinging it across the room where it landed goo side down on the carpet.

Last two pieces of pizza in the house. I can top my own dumb stories.

Clod    Posted 07-12-2003 at 10:22:07       [Reply]  [No Email]
Cindi,,I thought that was one of your kids on PC up there.

Cindi    Posted 07-12-2003 at 11:30:44       [Reply]  [No Email]
Lol Clod, may be....two of them aren't home right now!

Clod    Posted 07-12-2003 at 12:38:12       [Reply]  [No Email]
The younger have always rebeled against their parents,,But before TV and Hollywood the thing has not been taught as a science .

ret    Posted 07-12-2003 at 04:29:39       [Reply]  [No Email]
you can't be serious writing this I hope. It does make good entertainment though. Just wish you would put an asterick on the fiction stories so we can keep them separated from fact. Keep it up

Cindi    Posted 07-12-2003 at 06:57:50       [Reply]  [No Email]
As much as I appreciate you thinking I have any imagination at ALL, I don't have a speck.

Everything I write is true. The good, the bad, and the ugly. The politically correct and uncorrect. The examples of good and lousy parenting. I don't know which part, if not all of it, that got to you, but sigh, it is true.

Nan(TX)    Posted 07-11-2003 at 23:15:33       [Reply]  [No Email]
Cindi I love to read your stories!!!

Cindi    Posted 07-12-2003 at 06:58:45       [Reply]  [No Email]
Thanks Nan, I haven't seen you in a while!

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