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06-21-2004, 07:41 AM
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Tips For the Ol' Family Vacation
The first thing you should do, really, is to dump the kids. This is best for everybody. My first choice would be to glom them off on Grandma. Preferably the kids' actual Grandma, but sometimes you have to compromise. Now, you might be tempted to just call a week kidless a "vacation enough" and stay home. I mean, you know where everything is already, so why leave the comfort of your own abode? Well, I'll tell you why you should leave: If you stay put, Grandma will know where you are and can drop your kids back on you when she wises up. So your best bet is to skip town.
If you strike out on the Grandma Front, you could just stick the kids in a locker at the bus station. Only 75¢. Of course then you'll need to skip town because the bus company and Children's Services will be breathing down your neck in almost no time. Barricading yourself in your house with the SWAT team and the Bus Cops on your porch would definitely not be a soothing way to spend your free time. The last free time you'll be seeing for a very long time. If all your plans go kerflooie, just take the kids with you. But do it Kennedy Style. Send them on a different plane. Yeah, it should be a plane going the same place you are, but hey, if they can't keep track of your luggage you might get lucky. I mean it's not like luggage wanders off when it gets bored. Or you could take the same plane. Just check your kids in with a Flight Attendant, or Airborne Hostess, or Peanut Slingers, or whatever Stewardesses are called now and have them strapped down in "Coach" (the kids- you can't strap down the Stewardesses (not during the flight anyway) or who will run the beverage cart?), then you get all comfy in First Class. Then, with all the modern conveniences technology has provided us, you can sit on the runway waiting for clearance, then wait out some weather, then wait while they fix whatever broke while you were waiting, then you get back in line and maybe "taxi" a little and then *ZOOOOOOM!* you're off to your Vacation Destination. But where to go? Like I care. Just go somewhere. Oh yeah, no matter where you go the kids will think it's either boring or stupid. So just go wherever you, as the adult, want. Just not anywhere with Historic Significance. All those places have been scientifically proven to be both boring and stupid. (Except the Smithsonian, which is just plain cool.) You might try the Spam Museum in Austin, Minnesota. I'll bet you've never been there before. And see Rock City. Just because you should. Rock City is not in Minnesota, not by a long shot. So you might want to break it up into two completely different trips. "But what about the kids?" you whine. Like I care. Are they my kids? No, they are not. Anyway, a vacation for kids these days is a motel with air conditioning, a pool and cable TV. Throw in a free Continental breakfast and it's Kid Heaven. Kid Heaven with Internet connections would be Ultimate Kid Heaven. So don't sweat the kids. Just drag them wherever the heck you want to go during the day and then let them watch cable TV until the doughnuts get set out in the morning. It's just best for everybody. (And "The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy" on Cartoon Network is quite entertaining.) Then, like all good things, you vacation will all too soon be over and it'll be time to come home. Now you have a huge decision to make. You have all the stuff you brought with you and all the junk you bought as souvenirs. It's not all going to fit in your bags to go home. (Unless you decided it was easiest to rent a minivan and drive the whole way with your kids awake in the back back seat close enough to whack each other when it got too quiet. Then you'll have plenty of room for all the gewgaws you bought.) What to do? Have you been paying attention? You just leave the kids and then you can take all your swag with you, no prob. Ha! Still, I jest. You just dump all the kids' stuff and hog up all that space for your own stuff. We all know your stuff is way more important than the junk they have. Now you're back home. Are you feeling refreshed? Of course not! You just spent a week or so doing more stuff than you do in a good six months at home. That's what vacation is all about. So you get to go back to work tireder than you were before all this "relaxing vacation" stuff started. But you have some nice pictures to show all your friends. Unless you left your camera on the counter when you left. -Rue. 
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06-21-2004, 08:18 AM
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It's something you get after you get a "family" Ex. One step at a time, old boy.
You know 'Nookie, it's that thing that rolls around every five years or so. You do weird things you don't usually do every other day. Like the Olympics, only not as often.
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06-21-2004, 08:47 AM
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Welcome back Rue! welby did a good job with last week's MMP, so I hope ya brung him a tshirt or sump'n cause he did a good job baby sitting all us MMPers. Actually he might enjoy some sheetrock and a case of beer too.
I am kidless (YAY!) so I get to take vacations and do whatever I want. So there! Matter of fact, some friends and I are planning a cruise for this October. I think it's gonna be a Carribean cruise for a whole week. It's a "let's go on a cruise for our 50th birthdays cruise" cause we've all either turned 50 or are going to be 50 at some point in time this year or next year. I've never been on a cruise, so I'm looking forward to it. I put the postcard you sent me on the refrigerator. All the good stuff goes there. The postcard is right next to my two great nieces kindergarten graduation pictures. Cool huh? -swampbear (gettin' all cruisy)
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06-21-2004, 08:53 AM
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This is why I don't have kids yet, even though Quasi-Daughter wants quasi-siblings.
I have enough trouble with the cats. Welcome back, Rue! What did you bring me?
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06-21-2004, 08:54 AM
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Boy, am I glad I'm in that in-between stage (grown kids, no grandchildren)! I get to go on vacation without children! Actually, I get to go on vacation without Mr. Anachi, too. Not that I wouldn't like to go on vacation with Mr. Anachi but he doesn't want to go to the beach so he gets to stay home and take care of the dogs and supervise the adult children (which amounts to mainly nagging them to not use the washer, dryer, lights, hot water, etc., so much...the adult children, that is, not the dogs cause they haven't figured out how to use the washer and dryer yet. Not that they would since they run around nekit anyhoo) I get to go stay in a nice beach house and lay around all day in the sun and eat and drink too much. Whew! I will be just plum tuckered when I get back.
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06-21-2004, 10:46 AM
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Ahhh. The kidless week. I'm looking forward to my own kidless week this summer. We pawned our brats off to my aunt and uncle, who planned a trip to the beach for a week. So they will look after our kids while the wife and I look after ourselves. We'll be in Aruba, so we'll more than likely really be looking after Pina Coladas and beer rather than ourselves. But that's okay because we're responsible adults. Really. I swear.
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06-21-2004, 12:04 PM
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So that's why all those names were on it. Rue how ever were you able to write small enough to get all those names on the address side? Anyways, Rue wrote about slimy things that burrow in the sand and said "thinking of you" on the postcard. I was flattered. I forgot to tell y'all that this weekend (well, Saturday) I lounged around my sister's pool. It was a nice change of scenery. They have a neighbor behind them that likes look out of his second story window with binoculars and try to see what's going on at my sister's pool, which he can't, but he can see her deck. Actually he could do that without the binoculars. I offered to stand on the deck and flash the neighbor but my BIL didn't want me to do that, and being as I was a guest I didn't. BIL can be such a spoilsport sometimes. I mean, all I was gonna do was change out of my shorts into my bathing suit on the deck. -swampbear (nudist for nosy neighbors)
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06-21-2004, 12:06 PM
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Not only do I have kidless vacations, I have kidless everything! Which may be one reason I spend most vacations going to see my family and kidnapping my neice and nephews, albeit only for a few hours at a time. That's one reason I'm kidless--kids only like me for a few hours at a time, and that's all right with me.
I'm going to be a great-aunt! Several nephews and one neice may tell you that I've always been a great aunt, but this time, there' a hyphen. My oldest neice is having twins!!! This is big news because, well, let's just say it's been a long time happening and everyone was worried and now everyone is happy. She's past the danger zones and the babies are growing at a good rates and have strong heartbeats and etc., etc. etc. The family will most likely go completely overboard at Christmas (when the twins will be less than a month old, or even younger), it will be infant, infant, infant everywhere, evrything. Of course, it doesn't take much for my family to go overboard on presents, so other than everything being in really little sizes, it won'tl 'be much different. Now something for Ex and the rest of you manly-men. My back fence is faling down. I was hoping it would make it though another winter, and fully expected it to rot away before it fell, but it is leaning like a drunken sailor and there's no hope of saving it. It just has to stay up until the autumn when my go-to guy for repairs is available. So, give me all you ideas for a new fence, and all the pitfalls I should avoid and what I should know to tell Jeff (the go-to handyman) and any other manly advice you can give me.
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06-21-2004, 12:23 PM
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After we mailed off your postcard Swampy... I mean everybody... we found out those diggy things were (or weren't, we didn't ask the Beach Ranger because there aren't any such a thing) baby horshoe crabs. They are not a tidy animal in that they leave their old skins all over the beach when they're done with them. You'd think after being around for a skabillion years they'd figure out the "hamper".
I took a bucket and a little sand shovel away from my progeny when they weren't looking and caught a few of the diggy things. I also caught a little fish and a clam. Soupo held the clam for a second until I told him they'd pee in his hand. Then he threw it back in the ocean and said "Aaaaaaaaaagh!" and swished his hand in the surf. That was the third day we were down there. The first day we got there, we went down to the ocean. It was the first time the boys and the Little Woman ever saw the ocean. I stuck my finger in the water and switched fingers and stuck a second finger in my mouth and said "Hmm... you can taste it." So Soupo stuck his finger in the ocean and then stuck it in his mouth, only he didn't switch (although you really don't need to switch fingers, it's not like a taste of ocean will kill you) and got the saltwater in his mouth. "Taste what, Dad?" he asked. "Whale pee," I told him. That was funny. Pee jokes are just generally funny. We also saw a couple ghost crabs. You can tell they are ghost crabs because they wear little sheets and wave their pinchers and go "WhooooOOOOOooooOOOOooo!!!". They are very scary. You really should have "accidentally" flashed the neighbor Swampy. Heck, even I'd flash the guy.
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06-21-2004, 01:15 PM
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Kalley congrats on the Great-Aunt thing. I am a Great-Uncle (two Great-Nieces and 4 Great-Nephews) and let me tell ya it's fun. See, the Nephew and the Nieces (just how is that world spelled anyway?) can't say much about me spoiling their kids because they remember how much fun it was getting spoiled by me. It's all win-win for me! Don't know what to tell ya about the fence. You could try proping it up with some boards til Mr. Fixit can come replace it. Yep, it sounds like it might need replacing but since I haven't seen it, what do I know. I bet you expected me to say paint it lavender and plant ivy to cover it up didn't ya?  As for other manly advice, it's not polite to scratch down there in mixed company. Also, stand close enough to hit the urinal. How's that?
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06-21-2004, 01:25 PM
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So broken up with hilarity am I at the thought of a "kidless vacation" that I have absolutely nothing of substance to say.
Well, next year we are going to the beach, when I expect to have a babe under a year old affixed to my hip. I'm not imagining a lot of relaxing there. But it WILL be the beach, so there's that. Maybe we can scare up a ghost crab or two.
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06-21-2004, 02:26 PM
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Ah, babies and beaches. I remember it well. I lived on Hilton Head when mine were little. Mostly I remember sand in orifices where it should never go. Oh, and the outside hose came in real handy before going in the house. Ellen, just make sure that all kid-type activities are commenced downwind of where you plan to sit.
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06-21-2004, 02:41 PM
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Are we really that bad on vacations?
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06-21-2004, 02:57 PM
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Rue, I know we're all about fun and frivolity around here in the MMP, but I just wanted to note in all seriousness that I think you are a really cool dad.
I love the stories you tell about your kids - I bet they will have some great memories of their youth. Okay, that's enough! As you were!
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06-21-2004, 03:56 PM
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Vacation? I remember having a vacation once, many years ago. We're hoping to take one next year, assuming we don't spend all our money fixing up our ugly house. But we don't have to worry about the kid, seein's as how she's in college and all.
Speaking of our house, I would like to announce here before anywhere else that we'll be closing on our house on July 30!! Not Aug 16 as we'd feared! So I think UglyFest will be the first weekend in Aug. Then the demolition and remodeling begins. YAAAAAAAY! So, Rue, now that vacation is over, what do your lads have to look forward to for the rest of the summer? What sort of quality daddy-laddy time do you have planned?
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06-21-2004, 04:30 PM
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Vac ... Va ... Vacasi ... Vacatione? Cavation? What is this
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Oh, wait, I went on one of those once. It was kidless (if you don't count me and the girlfriend). We spent a week in the USVI (that's United States Virgin Islands, don't-cha-know). Spent the whole time sitting on the beach, or swimming, or drinking fruity drinks, or sometimes all of the above. It was great. It was also about 4 years ago. I should do that again. In fact, here's a link to a crappy page I threw together a while back that has a picture of (a surprisingly hairless) me and the girlfriend sitting on the beach. As far as the fence goes, my manly advice would be to stand around with a beer in your hand, squint, and say, "I don't see anything wrong with it."
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06-21-2004, 05:23 PM
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But don't worry about it. What happens is that the human mind is ill-equiped to deal with the realities of raising offspring for 18 or so years (need I remind you that most other animals leave after a year or two). To compensate for this inability, the parental brain creates an alternate memory--in technical terms, it fuzzes out the messy, smelly, whiny aspects of child raising and multiplies the feelings associated with hugs, lisps, laughter and sleeping children. this does take a little time, so parents can voice a preference, nay, a need even, to get way from (escape) their children, but once they are actually separated from said child/children, the fuzzing begins and they spend the entire vacation wondering why they didn't bring the kids. And welcome to the MMP. May I interest you in some cherries jubilee?
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06-21-2004, 06:27 PM
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You didn't bring me a baby horseshoe crab? I'd have taken good care of it! It could play with the kitties!
Anyone who wants to help me make a couch slipcover is welcome. Please come soon. I going to feel all healthy. I went and bought a lot of veggies, and I have big plans to eat weird things like salads and veggie dishes. I think it's a reaction to the last week, during which we ate only pizza and french fries. I feel ill and fat, therefore the vegetables.
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06-21-2004, 06:56 PM
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All my vacations are kidless, too. Heck, most of mine are spouse-less as well. I've been to the beach with just girl friends at least 6 times in the last two years, and at least 4 times with spouse. In fact, next month I'm going again to the beach with 2 friends. It's only a 6 1/2 hour drive, so we go whenever we get a wild hair you-know-where.
There are times when I really regret being childless (not by choice), but I've learned to like my life without offspring...I dote on my nieces and nephews!
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06-21-2004, 08:22 PM
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06-21-2004, 08:40 PM
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06-21-2004, 09:04 PM
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Did you know that the treatment for getting water in your ear is to have someone shoot more water into your ear? Or is that only for me?
I got water in my ear on Saturday while in the shower. Other people get water in their ears by swimming in pools or lakes or rivers, maybe the ocean even (although I think swimming in the ocean is weird), but me, do I get an annoying malady after doing something fun? No, I get one in the shower (not that showers can't be fun, but that's another story). Anyway, my ear is all plugged up. A friend tells me to get a bottle of Swim Ear or some such thing--it's alcohol, you drip it in your ear, and as the alcohol evaporates, it takes the water with it. Great, a quick fix. No, not for me. Does nothing. Zilch. Zippo. Next day, I'm still deaf in one ear and not happy about it. Another friend suggests I try the blow dryer. Now, I don't use a blow dryer, if I do, my hair looks like the love child of the Thing from Outer Space and a sea sponge. I do, however, own a blow dryer, because I am a good hostess and provide one for my guests. So I aim the blow dryer at my ear. Then I turn off the blow dryer, remove my earring which has now branded me, and aim the blow dryer at my ear again. Warm air rushes deep down into my ear canal. Ahhh, this will dry the water and restore my hearing. No dice, still deaf and annoyed. So now it's Monday. On the plus side, my ear is not oozing green gunk or throbbing with pain. Instead, it just steadfastly refuses to act as a hearing organ. So, I'm off to see the doctor. What I suspect is that, in my initial zeal to get the water out of my ear, I delved a little too deep with, yes, a q-tip. I know that nobody is suppose to put anything smaller than their elbow in their ears, but c'mon, folks, we all do it. So the PA peers into my ear and says, "oh, yes, nasty bit of wax back there, let's irrigate." Then he tells me a story about this guy that has had a watermelon seed in his ear for 15 years. He's been deaf in that ear since then. The PA arranges for him to get it taken out, but they guy ends up cancelling the appointment, because it's too much trouble. Anyway, the nurse irrigates my ear (using a really cool water shooter thingy, kind of like a cross between a syringe and a turkey baster) and all sorts of gunky stuff comes out and the PA, the nurse and I all ooh and ahh over it and I can hear again. Hooray! What does it say about your life when having the wax build up in your ears removed is the highlight of your week? On second thought, don't answer that. I don't want to know.
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06-21-2004, 09:44 PM
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I occasionally get my ears flushed out. I had to get it done once a year when I was a kid- I had really bad earwax buildup and I got lots of infections. I got it done last time about two years ago.
I just found out that Mr. Lissar didn't know about my earwax problems. I'm sure he (and all of you) feel happy to have shared this bit of TMI about me. One big happy family. Incidentally, we cleaned Bailey the Wonderkitty's ears yesterday. Apparently he has a mite problem (yuck) which leads to weird brownish gunk buildup. So we held him down and q-tipped him, as per the vet's instructions. He was not pleased with us. I didn't know that cat's ears could get so dirty. I mean, they're always cleaning them, so how can they be that grungy? We used a lot of q-tips.
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06-21-2004, 10:02 PM
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I've done the Kidless vacation, in fact, earlier this year we tried to dump the Toddler TM off at Grumma and Bapap's house for a week, but she decided to have brain surgery instead so we took Toddler to Auntie Cici and Uncle Glark's instead. Then we went to Tahiti for a week. Very nice.
Now, we just got back from a road trip to "Sesame Street Place" with Toddler TM in the backseat. "Mo' milk, pleeese" "'nother present now" etc for 10 hours a day. not gonna do that again for a few years. She was fascinated by the giant monsters, but would not touch them, no way, no how. Not even Lovable little Grover. But she did get very excited to bring home Cookie Monster from the gift shop. And we met up with Auntie Cici, Uncle Glark, Brandon, Logan and Wessy for the week, too. I really hated showing up for work today.
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06-21-2004, 10:20 PM
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Oohh, cat ear mites are nasty things. Nearly all stray cats get them and mother cats can pass them on to the kittens. With my black kitty it took about three courses of treatment and multiple medications to get rid of the buggies. The gunk is mostly mite droppings. Nice, huh?
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06-21-2004, 10:42 PM
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Ear gunk! A couple three or so years ago I was having trouble with my ears. A lifetime with nary an earache and now bunches. Okay, it was a couple, but still. So the doctor takes a look and declares I've got mold growing in my ears, on the wax build up, eeewwwww! He prescribed some stuff or another which my pharmacy didn't have and I was a very sad puppy until my friend mentioned her doctor just had her squirt hydrogen peroxide into her kid's ears last time he got the ol' moldy ear. Which is what I did and let me tell you hydrogen peroxide in your ear tickles. Pretty soon the nasty moldy gunk floated itself on out and no more earaches or moldy ears since.
Poor Kallessa, I'm sure it's nothing horrible because you don't seem the type to be so enthusiastic about watermelon you'd end up with a seed in your ear. When you get all fixed up, we'll bundle you up in bed next to Bailey the wonder kitten and give you camomile tea and almond madeleines. Yeppers, flamingbananas, we are horrid things on vacation. Why, one vacation I had the gall to get prickly heat rash and cried so much my parents stuffed me in my play pen way at the back of the van so they didn't have to hear me. Then they laughed and threw Nilla Wafers at me and took pictures of my red, miserable little self. On another vacation I had the bad taste to be suffering from chicken pox so they locked me in the tent and only let me out to swab me with what they said was calamine lotion and of course, to laugh at me and take pictures. Seriously, every vacation it was something, falling off swings, getting lost, one time they tried to drown me. Sure, they said they were no where near the pool when the incident occured, but I wouldn't put it past them to have hired that mean kid to drown me, plus why were they nowhere near me? What about proper parent supervision?! It's no wonder I don't go on vacation. I buy furniture instead. Very little at Ethan Allen is likely to kill you, except for the prices. Also, I am the aunt all parents fear. I drive your kid around in my convertible and buy them big sunglasses and a leopard print scarf to keep her 'do unmussed. Then I give her sips of my espresso at the cafe where disreputible sorts like artists and poets hang out. We learn to have attitude and make witty quips before trying on many shoes and sampling completely inappropriately bright red lipsticks at the punk shops on the promenade. We then enjoy a double scoop of hazelnut gelato while discussing how she really should give up grade school to become a mime like the excellent one over on the corner. I deposit the little dear with you and then kiss kiss, ta darling!
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06-21-2004, 11:47 PM
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Oh Ashes, you do bring back memories of being the far away aunt. I only see my nieces and nephews a few times a year, and then I drive three or four hundred miles away, leaving behind noisy toys, messy craft projects, and newly aquired bad habits. Actually, the niece who is having twins and the nephew who runs a golf course never got to see me in all my cool aunt glory because they are only ten and twelve years younger than me. But the second set, oh the times we've had.
With the boys, I found that a movie, complete with candy and a soda, followed by a visit to the arcade (with no restrictions on which games they played), and wrapped up with an ice cream cone generally brought them home in a state of utter rapture and hyperactivity. Their younger sister enjoys quality time--she doesn't so much care what we do, as long as we do it without her brothers. Then she can torment them with all the fun times her brothers missed out on. I let my 14 year old nephew drive my rental car once, and the other brother used to go to lucnh with me and eat french fries, a Snapple and a milkshake. I've given them all water pistols of various sizes, nerf sling-shots, remote control cars (noisy ones), 10,000 beads, slime, farting noisemakers, farting sliming noisemakers, joke books, practical tricks books and an assortment of things too ugly, smelly or generally noxious to be voluntarily bought by a parent. Oh, but they're getting older now, and all they want are CDs and money, although the middle nephew is still pretty happy when he gets a blue icee at the movies. They grow up so fast.
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06-22-2004, 07:00 AM
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06-22-2004, 07:35 AM
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Oh yes, ear gunk. Katcha has him some bad ear gunk. Soupo, on the other hand, squeeky clean ears. You just can't tell. You know what the pediatrician told us to use on Katcha's ear gunk? Colace. It's a little pill you take when you're not feeling so well. But not for your ears. (It's to make you poo.) Only we use it in our darling child's ears. It works too. At least I'm guessing Colace would work. We use the Target brand because it's way cheaper. (If you're going to make your kid's ears poo, you should at least save some cash on the prospect.)
We poke one of the little capsules with a safety pin, and then squirt the goo into his ear. Then I massage it in the way my vet taught me to do with doggy ear mite medicine. In a day or two, giant (I mean GIANT) ear wax raisins come oozing out of his head. It is so gross. The upside is we only have to do it every couple of weeks. But that's the Big Plans we have for the rest of the summer Snickers, squirting poo medicine into my kid's head. (Maybe you should have squirted poo medicine in your ear Kalley.) I think that's enough fun for everybody. Oh yeah, and they can sit on the little folding chairs we got them for the beach. Not regular folding chairs, but just the seat part and the back part with a strap on either side to keep them from falling flat when you lean back in them. The chairs are surprisingly comfortable. Not as comfortable as the regular beach chairs we had as the parents, but what can the kids do? I'll tell you what they'll do: they will sit in them until I decide they've gotten five smackoleons of sitting out of them since that's how much scratch I dropped on them so they can have special beach chairs. Along with clearing the ear gunk and the sitting, we'll probably go camping with my brother and then there's the traditional End of Summer Canoe Trip. Katcha may get to go this year. The Little Woman won't go though. She's busy that week. No matter what week we pick, she'll be too busy to go canoeing until the end of time. She just doesn't like canoeing all that much.
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06-22-2004, 08:53 AM
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Well, looks like the ears have it. Yesterday I had to take Jade a/k/a Sweetling PuddyTM to the vets cause her poor little rosebud ears are all red and itchy. She doesn't has no mites or mold, oh, no. She has yeast!
 Not the kind you use to bake bread with or make beer but the kind that makes doggy ears all red and itchy. So, anyway, the vet flushed her ears, gave her shots, gave me medicine and a big fat bill. Lil LestatTM used to get terrible ear infections when he was a mite (not an ear mite, just a little crumb catcher mite). They were so bad it affected his speech development and he had a lateral lisp. For a while there I was the proud mother of Sylvester (Thufferin Thuckotath) till he got speech therapy in the first grade. Now he's grown up and speaks his mind, er, perfectly. 
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06-22-2004, 09:11 AM
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By the way, if anyone was wondering, popcorn flavored jelly beans suck ass.
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06-22-2004, 09:38 AM
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I'd like to take a kidless vacation; but that is not to be. Truthfully, I haven't had a real, going away type of vacation since....well.....since I've been a kid.
We're talking about going to Mexico, sans kids, when the hubby's bonus comes in, but that probably won't be until about next spring now. No ear mites or ear wax raisins to report at the Taters household, sorry. Father's Day was....expensive. On Saturday the hubby went out with "just the guys" on our neighbors boat. They had a most excellent time. However, they had SO much fun that hubby's glasses are now on the bottom of Lake Tapps. He forgot he had them on (  , and was pushed into the water, where they sank. So, since he needs them to actually SEE, and requires them for driving his semi, we had to scramble to find someplace that was open AND had an eye doctor on duty. We ended up going to Lenscrafters where we spent quite a pretty penny or two. Oh well, he needed new glasses...the timing just sucked ASS is all. We ended up buying prescription sunglasses and regular prescription glasses for him. Other than taking a dip in my friend's pool and sucking down a few beers and vodka OJs, and hubby losing his glasses, my weekend was uneventful.
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#39
06-22-2004, 09:45 AM
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my 1st post to the MMP
I've got a bunch of cats that had chronic ear mites. It was impossible to give all the cats ear drops daily for 2 weeks -- because once you give one cat ear drops, the other cats won't let you get near them for days.
My vet discovered a combination flea drops / ear mite monthly med called "Revolution". It's a tad more expensive than the monthly flea drops we'd been using, but the ear mites are gone! --- I have no kids, but have 2 nieces. I took them to Disney World. They wanted to stay up late and sleep late and stay in the hotel watching Disney TV. On the morning of our last day there, it suddenly seemed to occur to them that they had wasted 5 days of precious time and they were upset and sad. I used to be a kid, but I don't understand them at all. ---- welby, The buttered popcorn flavored Jelly Bellies are my favorites.
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06-22-2004, 10:06 AM
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When we adopted a new cat and it had ear mites our vet had us bring all the animals in the house in for a shot. They got two shots a couple of weeks apart and that killed the mites in the infected kitties and kept everyone else from getting them.
No drops required and the vet cleaned their ears each visit.
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06-22-2004, 10:06 AM
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06-22-2004, 10:17 AM
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Buttered Popcorn Flavored Jellybeans?
That. Is. Just. Plain. Wrong.
What's the matter with candy being candy flavors like licorice, pray tell? Do we also have Licorice Jellybean Flavored Popcorn? What's next? Hot Wing Flavored Jell-OTM Puddin' Pops? The world has gone mad! Mad! I say! I had swimmer's ear last Summer. I used the swimmer's ear gunk and it went away. YAY! I got a haircut last night. I am now all properly Summer buzz cut. Well, since I get my hair buzz cut all year round, I guess it's just regular ol' swampy buzz cut. It feels good. All soft and fuzzy like.
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06-22-2004, 10:40 AM
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welby, that is a horrible visual.
You know what is so very wrong? Buying some yummy looking Healthy Choice frozen desserts (mocha flavored ice cream pops) and finding out that your freezer is crappy because when you go to EAT one, you realize they are completely liquid. That is so very wrong.
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06-22-2004, 11:20 AM
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Those popcorn flavored jelly beans ARE nasty, nasty, nasty. They taste like smelly socks smell. Does that make sense? There is also another flavor, I don't know what it is SUPPOSED to be flavored like, but it tastes like SOAP! That is just plain gross.
My friend just got his hair fairly buzz cut too. He generally keeps it that way. I run my fingers or my hand up the back of his head very lightly (in the opposite direction the hair grows) and it makes him goose bumpy and sorta tickly. I have to see the doctor today because my friends and husband have nagged me into it. Apparently I have a funny black spot that is raised around the edges on my back. They are all freaked out about it. I can't SEE my back, so I didn't know it was there. They also say it wasn't there last year, so this just isn't right. So, to appease them, (and make them quit nagging me) I made an appointment and I am supposed to go in this afternoon. The doctor's office said to come in today, not to wait, so that if it IS something to be concerned about, they can get me into Dermatology faster than if I self-refer. We'll see....I'm sure it's nothing.
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06-22-2004, 11:36 AM
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All this talk about soapy jellybeans and shaving tastebuds has really put me off my lunch. Thanks ya'll!
Taters, I'm really glad you are having that looked at. Better safe than sorry. Let us know as soon as you can what the results are.
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06-22-2004, 11:37 AM
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06-22-2004, 11:50 AM
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While I have no real desire to discourage a new MMP poster, I must respectfully disagree with lainaf in re: popcorn-flavored jelly beans.
Good God, you fool! What are you thinking?! I'd like to give you some manly advice about your fence, Kallessa, but I need more information. Stockade? Picket? Rail? Chain link? Concrete footings? What type of soil do you have? Got a chainsaw? Oxy-acetylene torch?
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06-22-2004, 11:54 AM
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Oooooohhhhh..... oxy-acetylene torch........
what fun!
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06-22-2004, 12:45 PM
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Taters, the funny black spot is probably nothing, but I'm glad you're getting it checked. I'll be thinking good thoughts. lainaf , I'm not fond of any jelly beans, but it's always good to trap, I mean welcome a new voice to the MMP. BTW, this is a hijack-free zone. You can never hijack the thread, because the whole point is that everything is always a topic. flamingbananas, you got caught in one of my dreams last night. As I was drifting off to sleep, I was trying to remember the name of the dessert made from flaming bananas (Bananas Foster?) that they make in New Orleans. You had responded to the cherries jubilee so well and all. Anyway, I had a dream where Sly Stallone was carrying the Olympic torch (which he really did do in real life), except in my dream, what he was holding was a bunch of flaming bananas on a stick. You have no connection to Stallone do you? I'd hate to think my dreams are psychic or something. Finally, Ex darlin', it's a wood fence. Wood planks, six feet in height, I think it has concrete footings. It also has short metel poles--like from a barbed wire fence--that help support it. Maybe they are set in concrete and the wood ones aren't. I don't really know. Part of the fence in leaning in toward my yard--I have that propped up with a long wooden pole I found in my garage. Another section of the fence is leaning towards the parking lot of the property behind me. I try to avoid looking at it so I don't have to do anything to fix it. My soil is brown, although I did buy some new soil and it is black. But it's not right by the fence so I don't think it matters. Do I seem to you like the type of person that would have a chain saw or an oxy-acetylene torch? You're lucky I know what an oxy-acetylene torch is!
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