Kidney, Anyone?
We, (my son and I) were finishing up his homework after about an hour of doing them with little or no break, and wait, before you think I’m a task master; you need to know he got his unwinding time when he got home from school. We don’t mention the ‘h’ word until he gets an hour’s break. At that time he can watch cartoons or play games on the computer or whatever he chooses to do, but when it’s homework time ,there’s suppose to be no fooling around. Period!
It’s getting close to 8 o’clock now and he’s feeling the pressure to finish up so he can go watch his thirty minutes sitcom and just relax before bed and we weren’t finished with his social studies as yet. We were working on the differences and similarities between Hinduism and Buddhism….Yeah, my thoughts exactly, when is he ever going to use that in real life? We were plodding through it and I could see he was getting impatient and quite frustrated by the minute! So to be reasonable, I turned the television on (does anyone ‘switch’ the tele on anymore? hmmm, just a thought) just to ease the tension a bit and lighten things up some, but he got so caught up in the show that I angrily and quickly turned it off!!!
Oh my, was he upset!
“Why did you turn it off?” he asked angrily…
“Oh, no reason”, I replied nonchalantly….
“OMGosh, you’re so mean, I know why you did it!!”
“We need to finish this before you watch TV, and you’re not co-operating! I said…
“So what, I don’t have to watch TV, It’s not like I need a kidney!!!” he yelled.
I tried to run a democratic household where even he, has a say, but the decision ultimately rests with the adults. Hence, the outburst, as I told him he can express himself, but not in a rude manner, guess he didn’t get that memo…..
I grew up in Jamaica, (that’s a loaded statement) had I ever had the guts to speak to my father that way, I wouldn’t be alive much less to be writing this, believe me …. Or I would be swallowing a couple of my teeth….. Just saying….
Most of us grew up in the “Silent Decade”, you know, the children should be seen and not heard era….I had a lot to say, just couldn’t say it ‘cos’ you know what would have happened…
Time for a little talk about expressing one’s self in a not-so-rude-manner and just maybe he’ll be around to celebrate his 8th birthday!!
That’s all I’m saying…….Later!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
On Mistaken Phone Calls
On Mistaken Phone Calls
About three am one Saturday night into early Sunday morning my cell phone rang, (ever notice how the phone seemed to ring with even more urgency if you didn’t get it on the first ring?) anyway I digress, picked up the phone and said “hello’, praying it wasn’t a family member in trouble.
I heard on the line a very deep voice,kinda like Barry White’s,say,”yeah….it’s me!”
“Excuse me “, I said now quite awake, “who’s me?” “Me… Ziggy”, he said ,”Um Ziggy, I
think you have the wrong number”. He replied, “I waan come ovah jus fi awile”, again I told
him he had the wrong number,”jus mek mi come nuh”. I hung up my phone and he called
again.”A@^%$#@!!& you have the wrong number!!”, “awiight” he said and finally got
the message, really now, must be a screw-up to get your booty-call number mixed up.
I hung up, quite puzzled and when I woke up I wondered if I had actually dreamt it.
I also wondered which woman would allow a man to call her at that hour so sure of
himself and with such a limited language capacity to express himself(not necessarily in proper English
but in terms of attitude too) to boot and still get the attention he craved (to put it mildly)
I suspect I’m still naïve when it comes to matters of that sort....been married for ten years
and really can't relate to the booty-call or friends with benefits situations, not that anything
is wrong with it if that's your thing, I’m not in a position to judge and don't need to be
either.
Just saying I can't relate to it....I hope any woman who does open her 'door' for those really
early morning calls, does so for someone who will at least take her out in the daylight hours
as well as being a little more articulate in words and attitude. That's all I 'm saying......later!
Posted:
About three am one Saturday night into early Sunday morning my cell phone rang, (ever notice how the phone seemed to ring with even more urgency if you didn’t get it on the first ring?) anyway I digress, picked up the phone and said “hello’, praying it wasn’t a family member in trouble.
I heard on the line a very deep voice,kinda like Barry White’s,say,”yeah….it’s me!”
“Excuse me “, I said now quite awake, “who’s me?” “Me… Ziggy”, he said ,”Um Ziggy, I
think you have the wrong number”. He replied, “I waan come ovah jus fi awile”, again I told
him he had the wrong number,”jus mek mi come nuh”. I hung up my phone and he called
again.”A@^%$#@!!& you have the wrong number!!”, “awiight” he said and finally got
the message, really now, must be a screw-up to get your booty-call number mixed up.
I hung up, quite puzzled and when I woke up I wondered if I had actually dreamt it.
I also wondered which woman would allow a man to call her at that hour so sure of
himself and with such a limited language capacity to express himself(not necessarily in proper English
but in terms of attitude too) to boot and still get the attention he craved (to put it mildly)
I suspect I’m still naïve when it comes to matters of that sort....been married for ten years
and really can't relate to the booty-call or friends with benefits situations, not that anything
is wrong with it if that's your thing, I’m not in a position to judge and don't need to be
either.
Just saying I can't relate to it....I hope any woman who does open her 'door' for those really
early morning calls, does so for someone who will at least take her out in the daylight hours
as well as being a little more articulate in words and attitude. That's all I 'm saying......later!
Posted:
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I Ruin My Son's Life
I Ruined My Son’s Life!
It’s six forty-five and the alarm went off. It’s winter and it’s cold and even harder to rouse myself from my own blanket much less to awaken my son. I knew I had a battle waiting for me.
I went to his room and tried gently to rouse him, he just turned on his side, said something unintelligible and kept on sleeping. Tried again and again and finally physically pulled him up and told him gently and sweetly to go to the bathroom and start getting ready for school. He ignored me and went straight back to bed!!! OMG!! No he didn’t!!! I’m now incensed because I did send him to bed several times last night to which he kept telling me, “I’m not tired”, and to which I shot back, “who asked you?” “Your little body is not meant to stay up for thirteen to fifteen hours, you need to rest and restore your little behind!” Like a parrot,” but I’m not tired”. Now he’s so tired he can’t get up. I enlisted the help of my husband to wake him up, while I went to prepare his ‘highness’ breakfast. Don’t know what my husband said to him, or promised him, but he got up. I’m now the bad guy as you’ll see, dear readers.
He came into the living room, facing me, his body rigid with anger; hands hung stiffly at his sides and the face, (you know the saying, “only a face a mother…”) and glared at me, and said in an even controlled voice, dripping with anger,” why are you trying to ruin my life!!”
Take note, I wasn’t trying to ruin his morning or even his whole day (as my friend Jen,pointed out to me) I was trying to ruin his whole, little seven year old life!! “Kids, gotta love them or ….” You be creative and fill in the blanks okay.
After his ‘highness’ gave me his speech, he turned and walked out, went to the bathroom and began to do what I had asked him before, like nothing happened. I’m standing there with my mouth open like I’m stupid, can’t believe I was just told off in that manner at 7:15 in the morning by an obnoxious seven year old!!! I finally recovered and said to him,”well, if you had gone to bed like I had asked several times; I wouldn’t be trying to ruin your life!” Honestly, I felt a little deflated and felt he got the upper hand in this, but I will have lots more opportunities, I’m sure, to correct that.
He gave me a kiss and a hug before he went to wait for his bus, so I’m guessing the human part of him has emerged again. “Thank God!”………Later
Posted:
It’s six forty-five and the alarm went off. It’s winter and it’s cold and even harder to rouse myself from my own blanket much less to awaken my son. I knew I had a battle waiting for me.
I went to his room and tried gently to rouse him, he just turned on his side, said something unintelligible and kept on sleeping. Tried again and again and finally physically pulled him up and told him gently and sweetly to go to the bathroom and start getting ready for school. He ignored me and went straight back to bed!!! OMG!! No he didn’t!!! I’m now incensed because I did send him to bed several times last night to which he kept telling me, “I’m not tired”, and to which I shot back, “who asked you?” “Your little body is not meant to stay up for thirteen to fifteen hours, you need to rest and restore your little behind!” Like a parrot,” but I’m not tired”. Now he’s so tired he can’t get up. I enlisted the help of my husband to wake him up, while I went to prepare his ‘highness’ breakfast. Don’t know what my husband said to him, or promised him, but he got up. I’m now the bad guy as you’ll see, dear readers.
He came into the living room, facing me, his body rigid with anger; hands hung stiffly at his sides and the face, (you know the saying, “only a face a mother…”) and glared at me, and said in an even controlled voice, dripping with anger,” why are you trying to ruin my life!!”
Take note, I wasn’t trying to ruin his morning or even his whole day (as my friend Jen,pointed out to me) I was trying to ruin his whole, little seven year old life!! “Kids, gotta love them or ….” You be creative and fill in the blanks okay.
After his ‘highness’ gave me his speech, he turned and walked out, went to the bathroom and began to do what I had asked him before, like nothing happened. I’m standing there with my mouth open like I’m stupid, can’t believe I was just told off in that manner at 7:15 in the morning by an obnoxious seven year old!!! I finally recovered and said to him,”well, if you had gone to bed like I had asked several times; I wouldn’t be trying to ruin your life!” Honestly, I felt a little deflated and felt he got the upper hand in this, but I will have lots more opportunities, I’m sure, to correct that.
He gave me a kiss and a hug before he went to wait for his bus, so I’m guessing the human part of him has emerged again. “Thank God!”………Later
Posted:
Thursday, March 13, 2008
The (Dreaded) Subway!
Today I had some business to take care of in the city, Manhattan, otherwise known as the
‘Concrete jungle’, but I digress, my loving husband came with me as I have no sense of direction for one, and two, and I have an aversion to the Subway system. As I’ve said before, I can hardly find my way out of a paper bag much less to traverse the subway. I am quite claustrophobic and I am okay as long as we’re above ground, the minute we go underground and into the tunnels I am hyperventilating and panicking, thinking there’s not enough air to breathe under there, which is quite irrational I know, but that’s what I’m thinking while everyone else is relaxed and doing whatever.
We had to transfer trains three different times to get to our destination. That’s a feat within itself because you get off one train and you just don’t go across the platform and wait for the other, nooo that would’ve been too easy. You have to walk a mile, go upstairs and know which exit to get off or you’ll end up uptown going to the Bronx instead of midtown Manhattan!
On our second transfer, we got to the train just as the door opened and people are pushing and jostling to get in and just as I was about to get in , this big woman who was as wide as the opened subway doors stepped right in front of me and cut me off!! Trying to get around her I bumped into this little old man who was trying his best to cut me off too!! What the heck do I look like today, chopped liver!! I side-stepped him and just as I was about to get in, the door closed.in.my.face!!! Damn!! I’m standing there like I’m stupid and Winston is in the closed train giving me the evil eye as if to say “what the hell is wrong with you? Train pulled out! Huh!! OMG!! OMG!!
I didn’t panic! I walked away and tried to call him on my cell phone, except you don’t get service underground. “What do I do?’ “What do I do now?” I text him and told him not to return
Just text me back and tell me where to meet him.
Didn’t get that either, nothing works underground!!!!
So I did the next best thing and sat on one of the wooden benches, crossed my legs and patiently waited for him to return as I knew he would, all the while pretending to be a sophisticated New Yorker who’s so knowledgeable about the subway and whom didn’t just get the door slammed.in. her face!!! Slammed.in.my.face!!! Damn!!
He came back and looked at me, shook his head and started laughing his head off! I pretended I didn’t know him…..This time he stood me in front of him as we boarded the next oncoming train to continue our interrupted journey....I was so grateful to have him with me, I treated us to lunch at Mickey Dees………Later!
Today I had some business to take care of in the city, Manhattan, otherwise known as the
‘Concrete jungle’, but I digress, my loving husband came with me as I have no sense of direction for one, and two, and I have an aversion to the Subway system. As I’ve said before, I can hardly find my way out of a paper bag much less to traverse the subway. I am quite claustrophobic and I am okay as long as we’re above ground, the minute we go underground and into the tunnels I am hyperventilating and panicking, thinking there’s not enough air to breathe under there, which is quite irrational I know, but that’s what I’m thinking while everyone else is relaxed and doing whatever.
We had to transfer trains three different times to get to our destination. That’s a feat within itself because you get off one train and you just don’t go across the platform and wait for the other, nooo that would’ve been too easy. You have to walk a mile, go upstairs and know which exit to get off or you’ll end up uptown going to the Bronx instead of midtown Manhattan!
On our second transfer, we got to the train just as the door opened and people are pushing and jostling to get in and just as I was about to get in , this big woman who was as wide as the opened subway doors stepped right in front of me and cut me off!! Trying to get around her I bumped into this little old man who was trying his best to cut me off too!! What the heck do I look like today, chopped liver!! I side-stepped him and just as I was about to get in, the door closed.in.my.face!!! Damn!! I’m standing there like I’m stupid and Winston is in the closed train giving me the evil eye as if to say “what the hell is wrong with you? Train pulled out! Huh!! OMG!! OMG!!
I didn’t panic! I walked away and tried to call him on my cell phone, except you don’t get service underground. “What do I do?’ “What do I do now?” I text him and told him not to return
Just text me back and tell me where to meet him.
Didn’t get that either, nothing works underground!!!!
So I did the next best thing and sat on one of the wooden benches, crossed my legs and patiently waited for him to return as I knew he would, all the while pretending to be a sophisticated New Yorker who’s so knowledgeable about the subway and whom didn’t just get the door slammed.in. her face!!! Slammed.in.my.face!!! Damn!!
He came back and looked at me, shook his head and started laughing his head off! I pretended I didn’t know him…..This time he stood me in front of him as we boarded the next oncoming train to continue our interrupted journey....I was so grateful to have him with me, I treated us to lunch at Mickey Dees………Later!
Monday, March 10, 2008
This is my first time!!!! Wow!!!!
Hi everyone,this is my first time in this medium and I am excited and jittery all at once. I simply love the idea of just putting thoughts on paper and expressing one self in any way,shape or form one wishes just because one can and chooses to do so!
It's my sincere wish to grow and learn and entertain and be entertained as i go along this journey. I am absolutely not computer literate as some of you out there but I am learning as I go along because I'm so in love with the written word and I think I need to do so in order to function in this age of technology,also because I have an adorable seven year old with whom I have to keep up. I am looking forward to your suggestions and comments and hoping to have a grand ole time while I'm here.
See you all later!
It's my sincere wish to grow and learn and entertain and be entertained as i go along this journey. I am absolutely not computer literate as some of you out there but I am learning as I go along because I'm so in love with the written word and I think I need to do so in order to function in this age of technology,also because I have an adorable seven year old with whom I have to keep up. I am looking forward to your suggestions and comments and hoping to have a grand ole time while I'm here.
See you all later!
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