I've got numerous things going on in my brain right now. I know you all are just dying to hear the spanking details. Heh. That is not the most important thing in the world right now! What is wrong with you people...is that all you think about? Spanking, spanking, spanking??? ~sigh~
Actually, if your lucky, I may end this post with spanking details. But first, I saw something on the View that made me think.
I know, me thinking, it's always a dangerous thing.
Anyway, On the View, they were talking about men taking care of women. More specifically they were talking about men taking the active duty of taking care of the woman. Sherri Shepard alluded to the idea that if she had a man (she's going through divorce) that she would expect the man to take care of her. For instance, if there was a robber in the middle of the night, she would expect the man to take care of her. She said she would be pissed if she had to step up and take care of herself if her man was there and didn't take care of her.
Of course, I totally agree with Sherri. I expect Bossman to take care of me. Protect me. And, I know that he would!
The rest of the panel did NOT agree with her. They argued that she should never expect someone else to take care of her, she should be able to take care of herself.
Ok, I can agree that we should be able to take care of ourselves. Our men may not be there when something bad happens...that's a given.
BUT!
If I am with Bossman and something bad happens, I expect him to take care of me to the best of his abilities. I believe that MEN should take care of women!!!!
What is wrong with that? Why is it wrong to expect MEN to take care of women? Whenever there is a disaster it's always, women and children first...right???
Maybe it's because in todays society women are not suppose to be treated as the weaker sex. To admit that we want and need a MAN to take care of us, makes us weak. Women should never admit to being weak....you know womens rights movements and all that stuff.
Well, I admit it. I'm weak. I want my man to take care of me. If you want to look down on me for being weak and pitiful, that's ok because I know that if I had to, I could take care of myself. But guess what...I don't have to!
Speaking of taking care of me.....
Bossman took care of me on last Sunday and then again on Thursday!
Yummy, yummy, yummy are the words I would use to describe it.
See, there hasn't been a lot of action around here lately. Things just seems to be out of sorts and quite frankly, we have gotten into a bad rut. Same ole' thing, different day, were pretty much the way we have been living our lives.
Also, there has been this pesky little problem of not having a libido lately either. That definitely puts a damper on things in the bedroom, if you know what I mean.
So, back to Sunday.
The little man and the wildchild were both at friends houses, they had spent the night. I thought that we would MAYBE have some fun on Saturday night, I mean, empty house and all. But no, we were still in our rut! We hung out with friends and then, like the ole' fogeys that we are, we came home, watched TV and went to bed.
So the next morning, we got up and, like most Sundays, watched football and Nascar. Woo wheeee! Fun, fun, fun!
But never fear, we have a DVR. These are such handy little devices that really make TV watching much more enjoyable. You can pause or record programs and then when you do watch the program you can FAST FORWARD commercials! (we hate commercials!)
So, about mid-morning, Bossman sets the DVR to record the race.
Next thing I knew I was being led to the bedroom. I had a feeling sex wasn't on his mind. Ok, sex is ALWAYS on his mind, but I think he had something he wanted to accomplish before the sex.
Although just a half hour before I was thinking about how we missed a perfectly good spanking time, I wasn't quite prepared to actually receive one.
But I did. And it was GREAT! It was a little hard but he didn't let up, even when I whined and cried about it. After it was over, my buns were nice and toasty.
We didn't finish up with some lovin' due Bossman having a prior commitment, but GOD, did I ever get horny after that. What is it about toasty buns that does that to me? I haven't been much in the mood for anything related to sex for a while, so this was quite a shock. Needless to say, as soon as Bossman got home, I was ready to jump his bones!
I didn't get to jump his bones at that moment, but we had some very long, very sexy kisses. We haven't kissed like THAT for awhile. It was very yummy and oh-so sexy.
We did manage to make some time for some lovin' after the kids hit the hay. Wow, wow, wow, it was really nice and sexy. And believe it or not, the next day I was still horny, go figure.
So, we must have has sex almost every day last week. I think that was a new record for us.
Thursday, he had me squirming over his lap, once again. How lucky did I get to have two spankings in one week?
Bossman has concluded that our sex life is much better if we include spanking. How he came to that conclusion, I'm not sure, but I have to agree with him there.
Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. Sunday we were all a bit cranky and I'm afraid we had one of those really dumb fights. You know, the ones where you both say something stupid and both get really angry for no reason other than the fact that someone said something that wasn't worded "just right?"
Yeah, one of THOSE fights.
Don't worry. We seem to be moving back to the right direction. Bossman has said he is going to start spanking more. Even going so far as to mention some of the weapons we hold in our arsenal.
I hate to get my hopes up, cuz we've been here before. But it is lovely to think and dream about.
Meanwhile......
Did I mention that it rained here on Saturday? Big, big news in these parts, (remember anything remotely resembling a puddle is news) because it really helps the firefighters with the fires.
Oh, and it might rain tonight too! I must stay up and watch the 11 news, for they are sure to put the news lady out in front of the station with her rain coat on!!!
Big news, I tell ya, BIG, big news.
Fires
Although the news would make you think that the entire state of California is on fire, we are not.
I will say though, there is a whole lot of smoke and ash in the air.
Remember a couple of posts ago when I said it was a huge deal when we got rain??
I wasn't lying! This has been the driest year in history for California. That, along with the Santa Ana winds, makes for nasty, nasty fires!
The wind has been blowing hot, hot, hot and the air has felt very thick and heavy. Not your typical California weather.
As for me and mine, we are fine. We are used to dealing with ashy air and smoke plumes in the distance. Lucky for us they are in the far distance.
Thank you for the e-mails! I feel so blessed that so many of you were worried for us! It didn't dawn on me that anyone would worry. But never fear, I'm still around!
If there are any out there that are reading this that are truly affected please know, I am praying for you.
As for the rest of you.......
I got a spankin', I got a spankin'!
HUGS!
grace
I will say though, there is a whole lot of smoke and ash in the air.
Remember a couple of posts ago when I said it was a huge deal when we got rain??
I wasn't lying! This has been the driest year in history for California. That, along with the Santa Ana winds, makes for nasty, nasty fires!
The wind has been blowing hot, hot, hot and the air has felt very thick and heavy. Not your typical California weather.
As for me and mine, we are fine. We are used to dealing with ashy air and smoke plumes in the distance. Lucky for us they are in the far distance.
Thank you for the e-mails! I feel so blessed that so many of you were worried for us! It didn't dawn on me that anyone would worry. But never fear, I'm still around!
If there are any out there that are reading this that are truly affected please know, I am praying for you.
As for the rest of you.......
I got a spankin', I got a spankin'!
HUGS!
grace
Worst parent award
I finally did it. I managed to win the worst parent award. I knew it would happen someday. I worked really hard at it too.
I embarrass my children in public all the time.
I always stay in bed until the last minute and feed my children cold cereal instead of a hot nutritious breakfast.
I wear my pj's to the school to drop them off.
I love to sing to the songs in the grocery store, just to embarrass my kids.
I'm sure my kids would be able to tell you more of the more horrible things I do but we don't need to go there, besides, those are NOT what won me the award.
Here is what won me the award.
My son, he is nine. He is at the age where you are not quite sure if he believes in such things as the tooth fairy or Santa or Easter bunny. He won't admit that he doesn't believe, he still says he believes, but the look in his eye sort of tells you that he probably is just humoring his old parents.
So, last week, he lost a tooth. Now last week wasn't one of my best weeks. I was feeling ill, lots of things were happening and so as it happens.....
The tooth fairy forgot to leave money under his pillow!!!!
So, we fake it and say, well, you lost the tooth last night, maybe she just didn't have enough time to stop by here...try again tonight.
Only the tooth fairy, didn't get the memo and forgot to stop by AGAIN!
How could this happen?? How could we forget two nights in a row??
To add insult to injury, he left the tooth fairy a note. I didn't know about the note until the second day.
It was a sweet little note. It said: Dear Tooth Fairy, How are you? I know this isn't my first tooth, but I was wondering how many teeth do you have? How does my tooth look? Does it have any cavities? Please write back. Love, The little man.
OH-MY-GOD!
Now what do I do? I do what any guilty feeling parent would do.
I write a letter to my son from the tooth fairy.
Dear Little Man,
I am terribly sorry that I did not get here on the night you lost your tooth. There were so many children that lost their tooth I was unable to reach them all in the same night.
As you can imagine, those teeth can get pretty heavy. I probably have over a million teeth that I have collected over the years.
I am happy to report that your tooth looks GREAT! It is very shiny and white and I am happy to add it to my collection.
Again, I am very sorry for the delay in getting here. Next time I will put your name at the top of the list. Until then, keep taking such excellent care of your teeth! Brushing and flossing will keep those teeth nice and shiny.
Love,
The Tooth Fairy
I found a very special header that had stars and said the Tooth Fairy and looked very official.
Of course we left money too.
But, the reason I win the award is because I think he has finally connected that Mom and Dad are the tooth fairy. I don't think we fooled him. I think he tried to test the waters and see for himself if she was real by leaving the note and I think she let him down.
~sigh~
He got the letter and read it, but he didn't seem overly excited about it. He finally crossed the threshold into the land of the real and I'm very sad about that.
I KNEW that he would get to this point. But I was hoping his innocence would last a little bit longer.
Well, I guess I'll go wallow in the baby books and lament about how big my kids are getting.
I might want to send back the santa suit too. ~sigh~
I embarrass my children in public all the time.
I always stay in bed until the last minute and feed my children cold cereal instead of a hot nutritious breakfast.
I wear my pj's to the school to drop them off.
I love to sing to the songs in the grocery store, just to embarrass my kids.
I'm sure my kids would be able to tell you more of the more horrible things I do but we don't need to go there, besides, those are NOT what won me the award.
Here is what won me the award.
My son, he is nine. He is at the age where you are not quite sure if he believes in such things as the tooth fairy or Santa or Easter bunny. He won't admit that he doesn't believe, he still says he believes, but the look in his eye sort of tells you that he probably is just humoring his old parents.
So, last week, he lost a tooth. Now last week wasn't one of my best weeks. I was feeling ill, lots of things were happening and so as it happens.....
The tooth fairy forgot to leave money under his pillow!!!!
So, we fake it and say, well, you lost the tooth last night, maybe she just didn't have enough time to stop by here...try again tonight.
Only the tooth fairy, didn't get the memo and forgot to stop by AGAIN!
How could this happen?? How could we forget two nights in a row??
To add insult to injury, he left the tooth fairy a note. I didn't know about the note until the second day.
It was a sweet little note. It said: Dear Tooth Fairy, How are you? I know this isn't my first tooth, but I was wondering how many teeth do you have? How does my tooth look? Does it have any cavities? Please write back. Love, The little man.
OH-MY-GOD!
Now what do I do? I do what any guilty feeling parent would do.
I write a letter to my son from the tooth fairy.
Dear Little Man,
I am terribly sorry that I did not get here on the night you lost your tooth. There were so many children that lost their tooth I was unable to reach them all in the same night.
As you can imagine, those teeth can get pretty heavy. I probably have over a million teeth that I have collected over the years.
I am happy to report that your tooth looks GREAT! It is very shiny and white and I am happy to add it to my collection.
Again, I am very sorry for the delay in getting here. Next time I will put your name at the top of the list. Until then, keep taking such excellent care of your teeth! Brushing and flossing will keep those teeth nice and shiny.
Love,
The Tooth Fairy
I found a very special header that had stars and said the Tooth Fairy and looked very official.
Of course we left money too.
But, the reason I win the award is because I think he has finally connected that Mom and Dad are the tooth fairy. I don't think we fooled him. I think he tried to test the waters and see for himself if she was real by leaving the note and I think she let him down.
~sigh~
He got the letter and read it, but he didn't seem overly excited about it. He finally crossed the threshold into the land of the real and I'm very sad about that.
I KNEW that he would get to this point. But I was hoping his innocence would last a little bit longer.
Well, I guess I'll go wallow in the baby books and lament about how big my kids are getting.
I might want to send back the santa suit too. ~sigh~
My child, the Senior
So, you all know that my wildchild is a senior in high school. Seriously, I'm not sure why you call didn't warn me about the cost, but PLEASE... I just keep my checkbook open and have checks already written to her school so I can save time when the next thing pops up.
Lets see, lets start with Senior portraits. YIKES! Why does it cost so much to take a picture??? Granted, she looks like a super model, but STILL! I had to shell out a couple hundred bucks for these pictures, she better look like a super model. Of course now we've been staring at these pictures for 2 weeks trying to decide which ones we want and which one will go in the year book. It's a tough choice when every picture is beautiful.
Yesterday she came home with another lovely packet to sort through. This packet is for the cap and gown. You would think this would be a fairly simple process, right?
WRONG! There are 3 packages to choice from. Everything from key chains to bling bling tassles. Oh, and these packages are anywhere from 60 to 100 bucks. HEH, that's just for the cap and gown.
Next, Senior announcements. The cheapest packet of those is 130 bucks. You only get 20 announcements. Oh, you also get the thank you cards and little name thingies and all kinds of things that we don't really need.
The part that bugs me is they only gave us 3 days to decide what it is we want. It's a lot to look and absorb and try and figure out. And why is it that I start looking at that stuff and I want to cry? I can't believe she is going to graduate. It's seems very surreal. I've been raising her all this time and now I feel like time is running short. Unlike Theresa I'm not worried about her leaving right away. She is probably going to the junior college we have here in town and who knows what she will do from there. But still, I know how awesome your senior year in high school is and I want her to cherish every moment of it. I know I am.
I will brag on the wildchild for a minute though. She got her first report card and she's got a 3.0 GPA. This is the first report card since probably 6th grade that she didn't get a D or an F on it. YIPPEE! She's been working really hard to keep those grade up and she has even had to take night classes because she is behind credits and won't graduate if she doesn't make these credits up. So she's been going to school in the day, getting home at 3:30 and then going straight to the other school campus to take her other classes. She takes those in a computer lab. Usually she gets home around 7. Makes me tired just watching her go, go, go!
Sad thing is, they have canceled all the plays for this semester and possibly for the rest of the year. I'm not sure why, but it's really sad, especially for the seniors as this is their last chance. She is really hoping they will have one for the spring semester. For her sake, I hope so.
Since I'm bragging I might as well brag about the little man. His teacher has informed me that he is the "big idea" kind of kid. He doesn't care about the details but he sees the big picture. He is very bright and he is a joy to have in the classroom. (his teachers words, not mine)
Now, I don't like to compare my kids, because thats like comparing apples and oranges, but I do like getting those kind of reports from my son. Never gotten reports like that before. Maybe he will be the "scholar" of the family.
So there you have it, my wallet, she is slowly being drained by my senior. My son is the big idea guy.
What more could I ask for? (A money tree would be nice)
Lets see, lets start with Senior portraits. YIKES! Why does it cost so much to take a picture??? Granted, she looks like a super model, but STILL! I had to shell out a couple hundred bucks for these pictures, she better look like a super model. Of course now we've been staring at these pictures for 2 weeks trying to decide which ones we want and which one will go in the year book. It's a tough choice when every picture is beautiful.
Yesterday she came home with another lovely packet to sort through. This packet is for the cap and gown. You would think this would be a fairly simple process, right?
WRONG! There are 3 packages to choice from. Everything from key chains to bling bling tassles. Oh, and these packages are anywhere from 60 to 100 bucks. HEH, that's just for the cap and gown.
Next, Senior announcements. The cheapest packet of those is 130 bucks. You only get 20 announcements. Oh, you also get the thank you cards and little name thingies and all kinds of things that we don't really need.
The part that bugs me is they only gave us 3 days to decide what it is we want. It's a lot to look and absorb and try and figure out. And why is it that I start looking at that stuff and I want to cry? I can't believe she is going to graduate. It's seems very surreal. I've been raising her all this time and now I feel like time is running short. Unlike Theresa I'm not worried about her leaving right away. She is probably going to the junior college we have here in town and who knows what she will do from there. But still, I know how awesome your senior year in high school is and I want her to cherish every moment of it. I know I am.
I will brag on the wildchild for a minute though. She got her first report card and she's got a 3.0 GPA. This is the first report card since probably 6th grade that she didn't get a D or an F on it. YIPPEE! She's been working really hard to keep those grade up and she has even had to take night classes because she is behind credits and won't graduate if she doesn't make these credits up. So she's been going to school in the day, getting home at 3:30 and then going straight to the other school campus to take her other classes. She takes those in a computer lab. Usually she gets home around 7. Makes me tired just watching her go, go, go!
Sad thing is, they have canceled all the plays for this semester and possibly for the rest of the year. I'm not sure why, but it's really sad, especially for the seniors as this is their last chance. She is really hoping they will have one for the spring semester. For her sake, I hope so.
Since I'm bragging I might as well brag about the little man. His teacher has informed me that he is the "big idea" kind of kid. He doesn't care about the details but he sees the big picture. He is very bright and he is a joy to have in the classroom. (his teachers words, not mine)
Now, I don't like to compare my kids, because thats like comparing apples and oranges, but I do like getting those kind of reports from my son. Never gotten reports like that before. Maybe he will be the "scholar" of the family.
So there you have it, my wallet, she is slowly being drained by my senior. My son is the big idea guy.
What more could I ask for? (A money tree would be nice)
Happy Birthday Paul!
Dear Paul,
It's been a privilege and an honor to consider you a friend. You are kind, considerate and compassionate. You always have words of wisdom and never have a negative word to say. Getting a comment from you is like getting the whiff of a sweet rose or having the sun shining warmly on your face.
I hope you have the best birthday ever! You deserve everything you get in life and more. I am honored that you stop by and visit.
Love and big HUGS!
grace
Hello!
I would officially like to welcome you all to my blog. My blog has been around for about 3 1/2 years. My blog is a mixed bag of everything you can think of. I've got stories about spanking (you have to look hard, but they are there, I swear!). I've got stories about kids (ahhhh, gotta love 'em.). And I've got stories about my life in general. As a matter of fact, if you look down to the last 2 posts you can find out how my mother-in-law changed from a christian to a muslim.
Believe me when I say, this is all very, very interesting! (Not really, but you ARE reading this, right??)
Anyway, in honor of De-lurking day, I invite you to leave me a comment. You don't have to leave a name, you don't have to leave anything but a "Hi".
If you still don't feel brave enough to do it, that is fine too! I'll still write when I can and when I can think of something interesting to write about. So feel free to stop by anytime!
As to those who come by regularly, thank you, thank you, thank you! You are insightful and encouraging and just plain fun! I LOVE you guys!
HUGS to EVERYONE!
grace
How this all came to be
The story of the muslim grandmother gets more bizarre as I tell you HOW she came to be muslim.
About a year ago my in-laws were over at our house for a family get together. We were talking about myspace and my MIL wanted to know what all the fuss over myspace was.
My sis-in-law was over as well. She and my daughter were busy fixing up their myspace pages. I mentioned that I have a myspace. I mostly have one to keep up with some friends from my old job and more importantly, to check up on my daughter.
Anyway, my sis-in-law showed my MIL her myspace and my MIL asked if we could help her make one. AS A JOKE (ha ha, turns out the joke is on us) we decided to make her a myspace page. At the time, she didn't really know much about the internet.
After making her a cool looking page we laughed about it, and then we all made her friends. (For those that don't know about myspace, you have a friends list and you have to accept people to be your friend.)
So, after we had our fun, she asked us what she does with it now. I told her to check it every couple of days and see if anyone left her a message. We all figured that she would just leave us silly messages and we would leave silly messages for her.
Well, we underestimated my MIL. Because she doesn't work outside the home, she has a lot of time home alone. She started spending more and more time on myspace. She started looking at other peoples pages and she actually started making friends.
After a while she felt the need to have a reason for her website. So she got on the bandwagon of peace, love and harmony. Sounds good right? Her website is all about everyone getting along and choosing to love one another. As of today, she has more than 4000 people on her site as friends.
I guess through all these people she met a muslim friend. She told us that she was witnessing to him and they were learning a lot from each other. Turns out, he talked her into being muslim. Don't get me wrong, I believe she is studying up on it now. I've seen the books and so I know that she is studying it.
So, that's how she became muslim. My father-in-law is NOT muslim. He told her she can do what she wants, but she can't try and change him.
There is soooo much more to this, I can't possibly type it all out here. She has always been a difficult person to get along with. I could tell you stories of the way she treats people in the outside world and her own husband.
Frankly at this point, I just don't know WHAT we will do!
About a year ago my in-laws were over at our house for a family get together. We were talking about myspace and my MIL wanted to know what all the fuss over myspace was.
My sis-in-law was over as well. She and my daughter were busy fixing up their myspace pages. I mentioned that I have a myspace. I mostly have one to keep up with some friends from my old job and more importantly, to check up on my daughter.
Anyway, my sis-in-law showed my MIL her myspace and my MIL asked if we could help her make one. AS A JOKE (ha ha, turns out the joke is on us) we decided to make her a myspace page. At the time, she didn't really know much about the internet.
After making her a cool looking page we laughed about it, and then we all made her friends. (For those that don't know about myspace, you have a friends list and you have to accept people to be your friend.)
So, after we had our fun, she asked us what she does with it now. I told her to check it every couple of days and see if anyone left her a message. We all figured that she would just leave us silly messages and we would leave silly messages for her.
Well, we underestimated my MIL. Because she doesn't work outside the home, she has a lot of time home alone. She started spending more and more time on myspace. She started looking at other peoples pages and she actually started making friends.
After a while she felt the need to have a reason for her website. So she got on the bandwagon of peace, love and harmony. Sounds good right? Her website is all about everyone getting along and choosing to love one another. As of today, she has more than 4000 people on her site as friends.
I guess through all these people she met a muslim friend. She told us that she was witnessing to him and they were learning a lot from each other. Turns out, he talked her into being muslim. Don't get me wrong, I believe she is studying up on it now. I've seen the books and so I know that she is studying it.
So, that's how she became muslim. My father-in-law is NOT muslim. He told her she can do what she wants, but she can't try and change him.
There is soooo much more to this, I can't possibly type it all out here. She has always been a difficult person to get along with. I could tell you stories of the way she treats people in the outside world and her own husband.
Frankly at this point, I just don't know WHAT we will do!
The story
So, as I said before, my mother-in-law has decided to become muslim.
Why should I care? She has the right to be whatever religion she wants..right?
Let me just say before going any further, that I am perfectly fine with people being whatever religion they want. I believe in the right to worship what ever and whomever you want. I say, to each his own.
With that being said.....
I am having a VERY hard time with this!!! I think this would make me a hypocrite. Am I really a hypocrite? Do I say all the politically correct things, but in my heart I don't mean them???
How can this be? I've never thought I was THAT person!
I can't help it! I can't help feeling this way. I think I have very valid reasons for feeling the way I do. But I can't help feeling bad for the way I feel.
In all actuality I don't know HOW I'm suppose to feel.
Anybody want to help me with this?
Heres the scoop.....
My MIL grew up in a very strict christian home. She raised her 3 children in a very strict christian home. Very bible thumping. Bossman wasn't allowed to have a normal childhood. He couldn't spend the night at others homes, he couldn't play sports in high school or go to dances or football games. He couldn't even go to the movies and thought that if he did he would be struck by lightning.
Lucky for him, I showed him that God would not strike us with lightning if we went to the movies.
As it turns out, Bossman has resentments about the things he missed out on as a teen.
The same woman that put all that stuff in his head, has now turned her back on this religion????
Furthermore, what do I tell my children? I'm mostly worried about the 9 year old, as he is the one that questions everything and he is the one we are still trying to raise as a christian. Obviously the almost 17 year old is old enough to make her own decision.
The biggest and most worrisome problem is that her political views are WAY, WAY off what Bossman and I believe. Again, everyone is allowed their own opinion on politics. BUT, when I leave my 9 year old to spend the night, please don't tell him that the Americans blew up the world trade center. PLEASE!
You can believe that if you want. Since this is not a political blog and I hate talking politics, I won't go into whether I believe that is true or not. But I will say this, IF, and I am saying this hypothetically, IF I did believe that the americans blew up the world trade center I would NOT tell THAT to a 9 year old.
Did I forget to mention, my MIL apparently has NO common sense! Doesn't seem obvious that you wouldn't say that to your 9 year old grandson? Because if you were to say that to him, what do you think he's going to worry about??? How about coming home and asking mom what she thinks the americans will blow up next? How about worrying about whether the americans will blow up his town?? How about THAT????
So, what are my options?
Do I keep the kids away from their grandparents? That seems a little harsh, but I can't trust her to use common sense.
Do I now have to study up on muslim so when my kids ask me questions I can answer them intelligently?
See, we are raising our kids christians. When they become adults they can make their own decisions but right now, it's my right and obligation to raise them the way I see fit. I would never tell my children they can't play with someone that is a different religion then them, but then again, I would be able to explain that they are being raised different. To me, that's not a problem.
The problem is, their GRANDMOTHER is a HUGE influence on them. She has always been a huge influence on them religious wise. It wasn't that long ago that my kids couldn't wait to go to church so they could sit by grandma. Grandma would sing with the wildchild in church almost every week. I mean, in front of the church.
So, what is the right course of action? My instinct is to limit their time with her and not let her be alone with them without my husband or I there. Amazingly enough, she doesn't say inappropriate things when we are there. She knows better. But she thinks that because she is the grandma she has the right to say whatever she wants to her grandchildren. I don't think she has that right! AM I right??
I don't know if I'm right. Bossman and I don't really know what we should do. He is VERY upset that his mom has done this. After everything she put him through, he doesn't understand this.
We've talked long and hard about it. We haven't figured out anything yet. Funny thing is, she's told everyone else in the family...including our kids, but she hasn't "officially" told us. She knows it's not going to be pretty when she does.
So...What would you do, dear readers, if this was happening to you??
Off to read up on muslims........
Why should I care? She has the right to be whatever religion she wants..right?
Let me just say before going any further, that I am perfectly fine with people being whatever religion they want. I believe in the right to worship what ever and whomever you want. I say, to each his own.
With that being said.....
I am having a VERY hard time with this!!! I think this would make me a hypocrite. Am I really a hypocrite? Do I say all the politically correct things, but in my heart I don't mean them???
How can this be? I've never thought I was THAT person!
I can't help it! I can't help feeling this way. I think I have very valid reasons for feeling the way I do. But I can't help feeling bad for the way I feel.
In all actuality I don't know HOW I'm suppose to feel.
Anybody want to help me with this?
Heres the scoop.....
My MIL grew up in a very strict christian home. She raised her 3 children in a very strict christian home. Very bible thumping. Bossman wasn't allowed to have a normal childhood. He couldn't spend the night at others homes, he couldn't play sports in high school or go to dances or football games. He couldn't even go to the movies and thought that if he did he would be struck by lightning.
Lucky for him, I showed him that God would not strike us with lightning if we went to the movies.
As it turns out, Bossman has resentments about the things he missed out on as a teen.
The same woman that put all that stuff in his head, has now turned her back on this religion????
Furthermore, what do I tell my children? I'm mostly worried about the 9 year old, as he is the one that questions everything and he is the one we are still trying to raise as a christian. Obviously the almost 17 year old is old enough to make her own decision.
The biggest and most worrisome problem is that her political views are WAY, WAY off what Bossman and I believe. Again, everyone is allowed their own opinion on politics. BUT, when I leave my 9 year old to spend the night, please don't tell him that the Americans blew up the world trade center. PLEASE!
You can believe that if you want. Since this is not a political blog and I hate talking politics, I won't go into whether I believe that is true or not. But I will say this, IF, and I am saying this hypothetically, IF I did believe that the americans blew up the world trade center I would NOT tell THAT to a 9 year old.
Did I forget to mention, my MIL apparently has NO common sense! Doesn't seem obvious that you wouldn't say that to your 9 year old grandson? Because if you were to say that to him, what do you think he's going to worry about??? How about coming home and asking mom what she thinks the americans will blow up next? How about worrying about whether the americans will blow up his town?? How about THAT????
So, what are my options?
Do I keep the kids away from their grandparents? That seems a little harsh, but I can't trust her to use common sense.
Do I now have to study up on muslim so when my kids ask me questions I can answer them intelligently?
See, we are raising our kids christians. When they become adults they can make their own decisions but right now, it's my right and obligation to raise them the way I see fit. I would never tell my children they can't play with someone that is a different religion then them, but then again, I would be able to explain that they are being raised different. To me, that's not a problem.
The problem is, their GRANDMOTHER is a HUGE influence on them. She has always been a huge influence on them religious wise. It wasn't that long ago that my kids couldn't wait to go to church so they could sit by grandma. Grandma would sing with the wildchild in church almost every week. I mean, in front of the church.
So, what is the right course of action? My instinct is to limit their time with her and not let her be alone with them without my husband or I there. Amazingly enough, she doesn't say inappropriate things when we are there. She knows better. But she thinks that because she is the grandma she has the right to say whatever she wants to her grandchildren. I don't think she has that right! AM I right??
I don't know if I'm right. Bossman and I don't really know what we should do. He is VERY upset that his mom has done this. After everything she put him through, he doesn't understand this.
We've talked long and hard about it. We haven't figured out anything yet. Funny thing is, she's told everyone else in the family...including our kids, but she hasn't "officially" told us. She knows it's not going to be pretty when she does.
So...What would you do, dear readers, if this was happening to you??
Off to read up on muslims........
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I'm in a blogging funk. I don't have anything funny or witty to say. I don't have anything important to say in comments. I'm in "blah" land.
Life itself is fine. Everyone is fine. The little man is back to football. The wildchild is busy, busy, busy, being a senior and taking extra night classes to make up for classes previously failed. Bossman is busy at work and I, well, I am busy being babysitter to the worlds cutest baby.
But that doesn't leave me anything to blog about. I log into blogger almost every day. I have great titles to new posts. Great titles.
I got nothing after the title.
Spanking hasn't really happened around here. Life just doesn't seem to be making it happen for us. Thats ok.
So, what to talk about.........
I could talk about the weather. The weather report yesterday said it would be cool, hot, cool, hot. What the heck kind of weather is that? Frankly, California has the most boring weather. Don't get me wrong. It's usually very nice. Matter of fact, I don't own a winter coat. My winter coat is a flannel jacket. Mittens? What are those? Boots? Nah, I'll just wear my tennis shoes, thank you.
Actually, if it starts raining in California, it's a massive news story....
Welcome to the 6'00 news and Storm Watch 08'. Today it was raining all the along the coast. Lets join Sonya on location, Sonya?
Thanks Drew! I'm Sonya Summerview and I am out in the rain. Well, it isn't raining at this exact moment, but it could actually start raining again any second.
That's right, it actually got the roads wet today. If we pan the camera down, we will see the first puddle of Storm Watch 08'. Wow, can you believe the size of the puddle? It's at least 5 inches in diameter. People have been coming from miles away to see the first puddle of Storm Watch 08'. If the "rain" keeps up, this puddle could multiply. We could see puddles of this magnitude all over the region.
blah blah blah....That's the weather in California. B-o-r-i-n-g!
I miss having seasons. I miss the cold weather. Do you know that 2 christmases ago it was 80 degrees on Christmas eve? I was baking christmas cookies in a tank top and shorts. There is no such thing as packing away your summer clothes for the winter.
I know I shouldn't complain. In the summer it's 75 and in the winter it's 70.
See, told you I had nothing to write about.
Told you!
Life itself is fine. Everyone is fine. The little man is back to football. The wildchild is busy, busy, busy, being a senior and taking extra night classes to make up for classes previously failed. Bossman is busy at work and I, well, I am busy being babysitter to the worlds cutest baby.
But that doesn't leave me anything to blog about. I log into blogger almost every day. I have great titles to new posts. Great titles.
I got nothing after the title.
Spanking hasn't really happened around here. Life just doesn't seem to be making it happen for us. Thats ok.
So, what to talk about.........
I could talk about the weather. The weather report yesterday said it would be cool, hot, cool, hot. What the heck kind of weather is that? Frankly, California has the most boring weather. Don't get me wrong. It's usually very nice. Matter of fact, I don't own a winter coat. My winter coat is a flannel jacket. Mittens? What are those? Boots? Nah, I'll just wear my tennis shoes, thank you.
Actually, if it starts raining in California, it's a massive news story....
Welcome to the 6'00 news and Storm Watch 08'. Today it was raining all the along the coast. Lets join Sonya on location, Sonya?
Thanks Drew! I'm Sonya Summerview and I am out in the rain. Well, it isn't raining at this exact moment, but it could actually start raining again any second.
That's right, it actually got the roads wet today. If we pan the camera down, we will see the first puddle of Storm Watch 08'. Wow, can you believe the size of the puddle? It's at least 5 inches in diameter. People have been coming from miles away to see the first puddle of Storm Watch 08'. If the "rain" keeps up, this puddle could multiply. We could see puddles of this magnitude all over the region.
blah blah blah....That's the weather in California. B-o-r-i-n-g!
I miss having seasons. I miss the cold weather. Do you know that 2 christmases ago it was 80 degrees on Christmas eve? I was baking christmas cookies in a tank top and shorts. There is no such thing as packing away your summer clothes for the winter.
I know I shouldn't complain. In the summer it's 75 and in the winter it's 70.
See, told you I had nothing to write about.
Told you!
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