What a week this has been!
Daughter is now 18 years and one week old, and is convinced she is an adult - LOL
She has become obstinate about bedtime and other rules that I, her darling mother, chose to impose on her for no apparent (to her) reason. She has decided to repeatedly stick it to me with reminders that she is now 18. Gee honey, thanks for that, I forgot since you told me three minutes ago. Since you’re all grown up, be a good girl and go get mommy a bottle of liquor - LOL
It has rained, dear gawd how it rained! Perhaps you’ve seen the news regarding flooding in the Midwest. That’s my house floating down the river - LOL
Just kidding. We’re 15 miles from where houses are washing away, but we did get enough rain to make life miserable. Power and Internet access have been sketchy, because this is an old building and all things mechanical and electronical *snicker* hate me.
I apologize for not visiting and commenting. To those of you who “tagged” me for memes or lists, I haven’t had the time to participate, sorry.
What little time I am able to access the Word Wide Web, I’m working, deleting spam (grrr) or checking the ever-depleting bank balance (grrr to over $3 a gallon gas prices that stick it to those of us who pile up automobile miles faster than those crazy people who stack sports cups, a new fad I totally do not understand, which must be proof that I am getting old and I digress way too much - sorry) and trying to figure out who’s got their fingers in my pie. Literally.
I bought a pie at the grocery store the other day. A lovely cherry pie. When I got home (Digression alert! Getting home was no easy task, as the main thoroughfare to town was flooded so I had to take the go-through-the-country-on-the-winding-washed-out-road-with-one-lane-bridges and-blind-hairpin-turns) and unpacked the bags (sinful me, they were made of environmentally-unfriendly, flipping-the-finger-at-Mother-Nature plastic! Sorry, digressing again) my pie had a giant hole in it. Yes, I had a pie hole.
It looked like the cashier or bag boy had poked their thumb (or some other appendage that I don’t even want to consider) smack into the middle of my sweet cherry pie. (Oh great, now I’ve got that song stuck in my ever-digressing head. I’m told the proper term for a song stuck in your head is “earworm,” but that sounds really gross and is too reminiscent of The Wrath of Khan, and dammit I’m digressing in my digressions. Grrrr again.) Gawd knows what other indignities my no-longer-a-virgin pie was subjected to. I didn’t want to think about it, so the entire pie bit the dust in the bottom of the trash can. Bye, bye Miss American pie (another earworm for all of you playing along).
(Dang, this is supposed to be funny and cheerful - don’t worry, be happy, don’t even think about THAT song - LOL) At least the sun is shining today! Hooray for sunshine! Hooray for mothers! Happy Mother’s day to all you mothers! Wait, that doesn’t sound quite right…well you get the drift, or the float, if you live around here.
Peace and joy to all of you!
Posted by Marti @ 
Hi Marti, Happy Mothers Day! Since you are such a weeper, don’t watch the videos on my site today. A daughter who is 18 should be able to stay up as long as she wants… but still has to get up and go to school at the usual time (which should last one day).
May 11th, 2007 at 12:22 pm
Ear worm? Ewwwww!!!! And, I’m bummed about your cherry pie, I love cherry pie… or peach pie… or peach cobbler… now I’m digressing!
Anyway - Happy Mother’s Day!!!
May 11th, 2007 at 12:46 pm
Uh….Ms. Digression?….Er…Marti?… What is this? I got so digressed I got to thinking you may be nuts. Yes?
May 11th, 2007 at 8:38 pm
Ah…poor thing….it’s the menopause I tell ya! The cherry pie won’t last long in the dump with the bears, etc…but the plastic bags will. I hear they will last 1,000 years. Now, don’t let that keep you up at night. You have enough on your hands with an 18 yr old. lol.
May 12th, 2007 at 8:42 am
Happy Mother’s Day, Marti, despite all. Our 19 year old is a night owl. As long as she is quiet and gets up before daylight to do chores she can stay up as late as she wants to. Lol, of course with the morning milking I think she only stays up late on the night before her morning off.
May 13th, 2007 at 6:25 am
I guess that I am just lucky because my 18 y/o son doesn’t rub his adulthood in our face at all.
On the other hand, our daughter turned 21 y/o today. All I can say is that I am glad that she lives 525 miles away so I won’t have to witness the carnage when she goes out all “legal” tonight
Happy Mothers’ Day!
May 13th, 2007 at 4:56 pm
we went out to dinner (to a buffet) and saw a dirty little kid reaching over the edge and putting his finger in the sour cream (?) and licking it off.
I didn’t go back for seconds.
Hope you dry off and get good internet connections soon
May 13th, 2007 at 10:59 pm
Oh no you di’n't!
“poked . . . (some other appendage that I don’t even want to consider) into the middle of my sweet cherry pie.” !
Oh, the subtlety of your innuendos. I will forever be a student at your feet, oh Great Master.
Loved it! While you’re at it, Bang a Gong! HA!
May 14th, 2007 at 6:21 am
Happy belated Mother’s Day, Marti!
Once they realise they are an adult, there’s no stopping them…which is a shame.
May 14th, 2007 at 11:12 pm
Wow, I can only assume that you are still recovering from nearly being smothered with love and affection on Mother’s Day. At least that had better be the case!!!
May 15th, 2007 at 1:10 am
Tell her JOBs… adults have JOBs and pay rent and light bills and cell phone bills and buy food that they cook for themselves and clothes that they have to wash for themselves.
May 15th, 2007 at 11:01 am
Does being an adult mean that one should not follow parent’s orders? I think not.
May 16th, 2007 at 10:49 am
Welll, my son was MARRIED at 17…
(Of course, now he’s getting divorced at 21 - with 3 kids)
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Focusing on happier “stuff”: Did you see that on the bottom of the cup-stacking site they had free training classes for PE teachers. Now you can help kids keep fit with proper stacking techniques…
Hoemade pies are always better because you at least KNOW the idiot who stuck a finger in it.
May 17th, 2007 at 7:29 am
LOL, Marti, I love your digressions. It makes me so happy to know that someone else follows the same twisty mental roads that I do.
May 17th, 2007 at 2:59 pm
I remember how I was when I was 18 and expect a full payback from at least one of my boys. Happy Mothers Day.
May 17th, 2007 at 6:46 pm
$3 a gallon? I know where I’m coming if I ever get a car (even if everything is further apart and I have to drive further) at the moment in Blighty petrol blights the pocket currently at $8-9 a gallon.
As to being 18 and convinced shes and adult, I’m 24 and I deny being an adult whenever given half a chance.
May 26th, 2007 at 2:51 am