Thursday Thirteen #85: 13 Things About My Irrepressible Family
Would Che Guevara play hockey, if he were alive today? Will we move to Iowa sooner or later? Should children be allowed to freely swear? If you commit suicide, are you going to Hell? These and other questions, on today’s edition of Thursday Thirteeeeeeeeeeeeeen…
13. Hockey God: “If Che had been Canadian instead of Argentine, he would have played hockey.”
12. This, from the man who designed a T-shirt with (what else?) a pic on the front of Che, suited up in hockey gear. More Hockey/Less War. Cafe Press banned it. Good for them. Someone needs to put a leash on Hockey God, and it’s not going to be me.
11. This, from the man who insisted on playing hockey on Sunday and refused to go on the huge peace march in downtown Portland, Ore. (I was glad, later, that we hadn’t gone. Arrests, pepper spray, some fights, “Little Beirut” reigns again.)
10. “I’m cold because you didn’t bring my damn gloves!” (Wacky Boy, yelling at me at the park, when I suggested he put on his coat.)
9. FYI, my late father is not in Hell for committing suicide, you freaks and trolls who have suggested as much. Hell is saved for you.
8. Swearing? These two blonde children of mine (ages 4 & 7) curse like sailors. I’m not so cool with this, yet am unwilling to stop swearing. Swearing serves a purpose in my life. Their father has suggested a Free Swear day, where our kids get to cuss all day as much as they want. Only not at school. We had some additional discussion on the following topics: Is “suck” a bad word? Is saying “Oh. My. GOD!” a bad word? Is “stupid” a bad word? I have not the words, honestly.
7. Wacky Boy has started a rewards system for his dad and me. We get post-it notes, with “NICE!” or “U ROCK!” scribbled on the top whenever we behave. Who named him boss? Not me — that’s for frickin’ sure. I mean — damn sure. I mean — darn sure.
6. I want to move to Iowa yesterday. “I WANT TO MOVE TO IOWA YESTERDAY, TOO!” says Wacky Boy. “Can we do that?” No, we cannot, son. Wacky Girl: “I’m fine, either way. Stay, go, move to somewhere else in Portland. I wouldn’t mind staying in Portland ’til it’s after my birthday.” (Next September.) (Also, we’ve discussed moving to heinous Beaverton to be closer to my husband’s work.) “We need to wait a year, then go,” says my husband. I’ll keep you posted.
5. In the meantime, I’ve started looking for work. Here and in Iowa. Because you never know…
4. Wacky Girl gets ice cream when she gets an “11” (all words spelled correctly, plus the challenge word) on her weekly spelling test. This week she got… less than 11. And wrote BLAH BLAH BLAH on the bottom of her test. To which her teacher responded, “Oh, no!”
3. Wacky Girl: “Don’t let Dad see that, willya?”
2. Everyone here has spring fever.
1. I’m still getting the inside of the house painted, move or no move.
HAPPY THURSDAY, YINS!
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I’m sorry, but I think what your daughter wrote on her spelling test was pretty funny. Your kids sound as irreverant as mine, God knows I try, but sometimes, I just have to agree with their reasoning.
March 21st, 2007 | #
A wild, wacky, and wonderful list! Thanks for sharing. :)
Happy TT, and thank you for visiting my blog!
March 21st, 2007 | #
LOL! It’s hell… er… heck… having kids who are too smart for their own good. That’s what happens when you teach them to think for themselves–they end up thinking for themselves. They sound a lot like mine. :)
March 22nd, 2007 | #
LOL – my 7 year old son is a little smart ass too. I try not to laugh, but i can’t help it…
March 22nd, 2007 | #
LOL Too funny. My oldest tries to micromanage everyone in our house. It’s funny up to a point!
March 22nd, 2007 | #
OH, I’m the SAME WAY with the swearing. How tht hell am I supposed to just stop?! ;-)
Luckily LB doesn’t copy yet. She just says, “What’s wrong, mommy?” when I say something.
March 22nd, 2007 | #
Love the TT this week! Funny thing, my mother was discussing this very subject the other day. Telling us many stories of our “dirty mouth days”…
One of my mom’s favorite stories … there were 6 of us kids (large Catholic brood) and each Sunday my mother and father would invite the nuns to dinner (wtf?) oops….
We are all sitting at the table and my littlest bro, was about 4, was in his high chair. Sister Rose asked “What’s for dinner?” And bro says “Fishy Bitchy!” At least 5 of us went under the table on that one…
Later towards dessert a huge truck rolled down the street and shook the house..bro didn’t miss a beat..”What the hell was that?” We promptly all lost it. Never seen dad that color of red before….
Funny thing…we didn’t have the nuns for dinner for a long while after that……
March 22nd, 2007 | #
Oh yeah, one more thing. Hell is too good for those people that say that about your dad.
March 22nd, 2007 | #
Zip, thank you. And all of you with smut mouths — heh heh heh heh. We were watching some guy up the telephone pole across the street, Wacky Girl was 4 or 5? His truck was parked all crazy-like, I said, What the hell is he doing up there? My husband asks, Why the hell’s he parked like that? Wacky Girl chimes in, Who the hell is he, anyway?
March 22nd, 2007 | #
Loved #4 “blah blah blah” she sounds like a character! :)
March 22nd, 2007 | #
such a riot to read these… “blah blah blah” deserves ice cream WITH sprinkles, in my book. :)
how, I wonder, did the idyits get their info on admission to hell?
March 22nd, 2007 | #
Blah blah blah wins hands down. And admission to Hell has nothing to do with how you die. Where did that come from?
March 22nd, 2007 | #
Sorry about the double post. I forgot to mention that my Thursday Thirteen #34 The 13 Things You Wish You Could Say At Work Edition is up. Stop by if you get a chance.
March 22nd, 2007 | #
Great list… your kids sound like a riot :)
Selena
March 22nd, 2007 | #
Your family sounds like a wonderfully wacky chaotic loving energetic creative gang. Thanks for sharing!
I’m all about words that begin with the letter z this week.
March 22nd, 2007 | #
I love this. It makes me feel so much better to know that I’m not the only mom in the world that allows her children to swear. Actually my 15 yr old son sometimes tries to make his 11 yr old sister stop swearing but it hasn’t worked yet. I gave up a long long time ago. My kids know they can swear around me but they also know to keep it to themselves at school and around their grandparents.
March 25th, 2007 | #