As you all know we've been having trouble with Boopie. It's been a while since I've posted about it, but things have NOT gotten better. Since before Christmas we have been getting letters, calls and notes from his teachers telling us he is acting up in class, not doing his homework, failing tests, etc, etc, etc. It's to the point I'm more surprised when I get home to not have a note. As it is he failed four finals and three classes this semester.

Over the time we've had to gradually take things away from him. It started with the cellphone, went to video games, no TV, Grounded from the phone in general, grounded from friends. He has the opportunity to earn all of it back if he gets his grades up and we stop getting reports from his teachers. Now his daily life consists of going to and from school and studying.

Right after Christmas I came home after work to discover he had been playing the Wii. I had caught him playing video games a couple weeks earlier. After catching him playing the Wii, I told him that if he was caught playing video games while grounded from them again, I was going to sell his game system. Since then I know he was playing them behind our backs, and I caught him once. I just gave him another warning that time. Then yesterday happened.

The schools were closed again yesterday. They say it was because it's cold, but truth be known it's actually because the teachers and the admin really don't like working a full week. Since he was going to be home all day and I know it would just be mean to not let him do anything, I told him he could watch TV. There was no computer, no video games and no friends. He told me he understood.

When I got to work I realized I had forgotten my wallet and cell phone at home. At lunch I ran home to get those items. When I came into the house I caught him playing his Playstation 2. The controllers all out and even though he had turned off the TV, the game system was still on. He had jumped up and started pretending he was making a fort for him and his brother to play when he got home. I asked him if he was playing video games. He gets the same look on his face right before he tells a lie, and that look crossed his face. Before he had a chance to just push my anger button by lying to me, I told him I knew he was and explained how.

I took his PS2 console to work with me before I left and told him when I got home we'd gather up the rest of it. When I got home we had a long talk about his behavior and decision making. I didn't pull any punches, and asked if he honestly thought he wasn't going to get caught. Apparently, he didn't think he would. And he didn't think I'd actually take the game system from him, especially since Guitar Hero 3 and the controller for it was a gift from his Grandmother.

That left me with a decision. Either I just ripped the system out of his room and stored it away and gave it back to him later, thus letting him know that I was serious about the consequence or I take the game system and sell it. I decided that with everything else I was going to do as I had said.

So today on lunch I took his PS2 all the controllers and games for it and sold it. I got a decent amount of money for the system and controllers and no he doesn't get that either. It's now my money. I didn't feel good about doing it, but I needed him to know I was serious. When I got home, I showed him the receipt so he could see that I sold the game and the system.

To be honest, I'm not sure he cared.

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I love the theater. When I was younger my parents would go out of their way to expose me to the theater. They would take me to various venues to see different shows. We went everywhere from High Schools to small town productions to big city shows. In High School and College I even did some acting. Nothing that was all that great or memorable. Hell, most of the time I was just happy if I had a line or two instead of just being part of the ensemble. My biggest roll could only be considered a bit supporting part of a play I did in college. I had the fourth most lines in the play.

Now I'm going to admit to something that I think even my friends that read this might not know. Part of my love of theater is a love of musicals. That's right, I like musicals. I had parts in Hello Dolly and Oklahoma, okay I was mainly in the chorus because my voice was so bad they wouldn't give me a singing part where people could hear me solo. Even though it's been over 15 years, I still know a lot of the songs and still sing them.

The reason I'm admitting to this is because if I didn't, the story I'm about to tell wouldn't be nearly as funny.

It started last week when I picked Clone after work. He asked if we could have pizza for dinner. It wasn't that he asked for pizza, it was that he did it in that sing-song voice that only a young child can do. So I responded to him... in song. We had an entire conversation about having pizza for dinner in song on the ride home. It was just like in a musical. For no apparent reason the characters bust out in song to explain part of the story. In our case we busted out in song to argue over us having pizza for dinner.

Flash forward a couple of days. It's morning and I'm making sandwiches for Ktreva's and my lunches. Clone comes walking in, looks me in the eye and in song askes, "Daddy, please make me a sandwich. I am so hungry, I need it for lunch!" Of course I had to respond in song, "Clone, you don't need a sandwich, for you are going to grandma's and she feeds you lunch!" Of course this started a fifteen minute argument, in song, over whether or not he gets fed at grandma's.

Ktreva comes walking into the kitchen in the middle of our performance with a dumbfounded look on her face. She looks at Clone and I with that "what the hell are you doing" look on her face. Then proceeds to laugh her arse off when I tell her she walked into "Contagion's House, the musical!"

But that's okay, because when she's not around Clone and I converse in song.

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1 Hahaha! I would pay money to see that =)

Posted by: Virtue at January 15, 2008 09:21 PM (6/buS)

2 Heheheheheee!! That is AWESOME! My hubby like musicals too - *and* thinks he can sing. I am so glad he is not alone in "Straight Man's Land."

Posted by: Richmond at January 16, 2008 05:22 PM (elWJy)

3 Dude? You're gay. Not for singing with the kid, either.

Posted by: Ogre at January 16, 2008 06:34 PM (EMlKq)

4 Someone had to say it.

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I love it when the boys get something that needs assembly. It's hours of fun. Not only do you have the fun of trying to interpret cryptic instructions and try to get pieces to go together that just don't want to fit. But once you are finished you get to do it all over again! Why?

Because your four year old can only play with it for about 10 minutes before completely disassembling the whole thing!

Then they want you to put it back together. Now of course in their disassembly process they have bent or damaged the pieces so they don't go back together as easily.

Time to go reassemble Thomas the Tank Engines Sodor Station.

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Sorry I haven't posted in a couple of days. My in-laws are in town and I've been entertaining them. As you may remember, my in-laws don't tend to like me very much. They were supposed to leave this morning, but ended up deciding to stay longer. So now I'm getting ready to head out to meet them. Fortunately this afternoon Graumagus of the now defunct Frizzen Sparks is coming over to watch the Bear/Packer game. Ktreva is letting me off of the hook since all the way up to yesterday evening the original plan was for the in-laws to leave by 10:00 AM this morning. My plans were made before they changed their plans.

All though it was uncomfortable at times, it really didn't go bad. I only got snarked at a couple of times. And I did get to spend some time with Ktreva's Grandfather talking to him. I really like him, he's a good guy and the only one I know that actually likes me. He was telling me World War 2 stories. I just found out that he was in the 101st airborne during the war and fought at Normandy on D-Day and the Battle of the Bulge. For those of you that are Band of Brothers fans, this is one of the guys that was actually there.

Well I need to head out, they are waiting for me at a restaurant. There will be more later.

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So I took the boys out shopping tonight so they could buy Christmas gifts for Ktreva and their grandmothers. It was really interesting. I learned a couple of very interesting lessons.

The first is that when we went into a store (can't mention the name as it will give away a gift meant for KTreva) it had a very strong feminine scent to it. Ie perfume, scented soaps, etc. Apparently the boys loved the scent as much as I did. Listening to a four and fourteen year old gag in harmony to their father was amusing to me. Also when a man with two boys walking into a store for women filled with nothing but women, you stick out like... well three guys at a feminist convention. We got a lot of strange looks. Especially when someone made the comment, "It stinks in here, doesn't it." I did apologize.

The second lesson is that I need to have a talk with whomever has been teaching Clone jingle bells. They need to make sure he has a better understanding of the lyrics or at least enunciates better while singing it. All night he kept singing Jingle Bells. At first I blew it off until I noticed someone snicker. I thought they were just laughing because it was kind of cute. Then I heard what Clone was singing. The actual lyric is "In a one-horse open sleigh" Clone was singing " In a whore's slurping pay."

Yeah, and he wouldn't stop. Even after I tried to help him enunciate it better.

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IÂ’ve been trying to help Ktreva Christmas shop for Boopie. Trying to find a Christmas gift for a teenage boy that only wants large ticket items for Christmas is difficult You know, an Xbox 360, A Playstation 3, A Wii, and the entire Rock Band kit. The boy isnÂ’t very forth coming with ideas. Other than the ones listed or games for those systems. Well I can pretty much tell you he isnÂ’t getting any of them. I canÂ’t justify spending that kind of money on a video game system. Especially since he has an unhealthy preoccupation with them already. Heck he isnÂ’t even allowed to play video games right now until he gets his grades up.

So do any of you have any ideas?

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Grandma died at 8:10 this evening. At least now she'll know some peace and comfort.

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Last night my mother told me that my grandmother doesn't have long left to live. For the last two years she has given us a scare on a regular basis that it was her time to die. It got to the point that when my mother would call and tell me that Grandma didn't have long to live, I'd shrug it off figuring she would bounce back. And every time she would. Inevitably most of the family felt that way.

Now we have a slightly different situation. They put Grandma has gotten worse, last night they finalized all the paperwork for a DNR (Do not Resuscitate). They also instructed the staff to take Grandma off of her meds, only keeping her on her meds that will keep her comfortable. While at work this morning I receive a call from my mother, "The hospice called, they say your Grandma is going to pass shortly".

I left work quickly and drove to the nursing home as fast as I could, I wanted to see her one last time. I had been planning on stopping in today on my lunch break, but it didn't look like I was going to be able to wait that long. When I arrived at the nursing home, Grandma's breathing was labored and shallow, her pulse was up over 110 and they couldn't take her blood pressure anymore. Her blood oxygen level was around 65%. She sounded really bad. Nurses and attendants where in and out all day checking on her and kept giving us the same line, "anytime now".

I sat with her for 3 hours, finally I had to go get Clone. Mom runs a daycare and usually watches him, but since she was with Grandma, she had a substitute filling in for her. Unfortunately the substitute couldn't stay all afternoon and Clone was the only kid she had left. Now I'm sitting home with the boys waiting for the call.

Unfortunately I'm not sure if it's going to happen tonight, tomorrow or when. It's going to be a long wait.

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From my family to yours, Have a Happy and Safe Halloween!

Clone and Boopie with their pumpkins

The boys had fun carving pumpkins and are excited for tonight, almost as excited as I am. Just remember people, Halloween is a fun time, make sure those out there with you and that you meet are all having fun.

And if you scare anyone, make sure to share the story with me.

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1 Happy Halloween!

Posted by: vw bug at October 31, 2007 01:28 PM (FPOeI)

2 the boys are adorable, have fun!!

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at October 31, 2007 06:31 PM (BwtOk)

3 Handsome young men you have there.

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Ktreva and I have been married for 8 years and have been together for ten years and in that time I have never, ever come unhinged at her ex. Until last Saturday that is. I also did something that I told myself I was ever going to do; bad mouth him in front of Boopie. I couldnÂ’t help it. I was so angered at the whole situation that I finally blew my lid.

If you recall weÂ’ve been having some problems with Boopie and his behavior. One of the incidents I hadnÂ’t shared with all of you is that he started a fire in the house. It was a small paper fire that he put out, but anyone that has been reading here long enough knows that I have enough highly flammable and explosive items around that open flame is bad. We arenÂ’t sure why he was burning paper, but he also denied it for a good 45 minutes while we were in his room able to not only smell the smoke, but also see the haze around his ceiling light. He has also been lying about a ton of other stuff I havenÂ’t shared with you.

He has a cell phone; I didnÂ’t want him to have it because I didnÂ’t think he would be responsible with it. But his Father bought him one anyway. Since nothing else was getting to him with school and lying I told him he was no longer allowed use the cell phone in the house. Well of course he was using it one evening so I took it away for the rest of the week and told him that if he uses it in the house again, his Father will have to come and talk to me about it. So of course last Wednesday heÂ’s in his room and I can hear him using it, so I took it away.

Friday he calls me at work adamant about getting his phone back and I told him again if he wanted it he needs to have his father come talk to me. When I got home I was curious about why he wanted his phone so bad, so I did what any parent doesÂ… I look through his phone. Lo and behold guess what I find. Not only was he using it during school (which is a huge no-no in our school district) but half of the messages where to his Father. There were also messages regarding his Father coming and taking him out of school and I no know for sure where all of BoopieÂ’s money went. He gave it to his Father. On three separate occasions the deadbeat hit his 14-year-old son up for money in a three-week period.

Saturday night I have some friends over and with out my knowing Boopie and his Father pull up. I was out on the front porch with my friends while they smoked just socializing and I told them they needed to finish up and go inside because this was about to get very uncomfortable for them. I started off calm explaining to his Father what all Boopie had done to lose the phone and verify that Boopie knew the consequences. Then, being a devious person I tested the waters and stated that Boopie had been using the phone during school hours. His Father acted all shocked and preceded to try to scold him and saying he didnÂ’t know. That was when I lost it. I donÂ’t remember all that I said, but I do know that I called him a farking liar. Explained that I had looked at the phone and saw that half of the in school messages were from him. Then I went on to explain I also knew that he was pulling him out of school. Then I went off on how itÂ’s bad enough raising a 14 year old with a 15 year old mentality I shouldnÂ’t have to deal with a 40 year old with on too.

I tore the man to shreds. I called him out on not being able to take care of himself let alone a kid. The fact he lives with his grandmother in her house and she does all the work. (I think he’s lived on his own for maybe 18 months since I’ve known him, the rest of the time he was living with his parents or his grandmother). He had threatened to kill himself to Boopie back in September and I told him that it was a shame he hadn’t followed through with it. The world would be better off if he went home and started sorting gun barrels by flavor, wait that would be wasting a perfectly good bullet, just slice your wrists. I know I called him an idiot or a moron at least 40 times and at one point I told him that “(he) is depriving intelligent people of oxygen.” At one point he accused me of telling him not to raise his voice and I shouted back, “I don’t care if you raise your voice, I’m raising mine!” It really devolved from there. The only part I regret is that Boopie witnessed the whole thing.

The sucky part about this whole thing is that they have joint custody. Thus there is little to nothing else I can do. In Illinois we would need to prove he is delinquent as a father in order to get prime custody, and thatÂ’s hard to do. I really wish this lump would drop off the face of the earth.

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IÂ’m so pissed right now. Last night Boopie came out of his room to throw something away, as I walked past I could smell smoke. It was the definite scent of something burning. In general I asked both him and Ktreva what was burning. They both said nothing. After pointing out that I could smell smoke, Ktreva agreed she could. The smoke was closest to BoopieÂ’s room. So I asked him what was burning, and he kept saying nothing as he tried to hide a lighter. When I confiscated it, it was still warm. He said he just flicked it on. I asked him what he needed a lighter for and he said he didnÂ’t know, he just had it.

After his continual denial that he didnÂ’t know what was burning, I went to check the trash. He then confessed that he was burning paper and threw it into a plastic bottle with water to put it out. I knew he had been lying, but there was always the benefit of the doubt until I found the evidence. He wouldnÂ’t even tell me why he lied. Since heÂ’s already grounded from going to friendÂ’s houses due to his grades. I took away the TV for two weeks and made him write sentences.

Today when I get home he’s skulking around writing his sentences and got pissed because I told him he had to mow the lawn. As I was sitting in the house getting ready to do something else I heard a loud thud against the truck. I open up the window and ask him if he hit my truck. “Yeah”… So I ask him if there’s a scratch. “Yeah”. Then I ask him why he would do that, and he said, “It was along the grass and tried to avoid it but I bumped into it.” So I go outside to look. As I get to my truck there is a scratch down the drivers side front and back door and the bed to the steering wheel and not just a scuff, but a scratch.”

I’m about livid, this wasn’t an accidental bump this was an intentional scratch. This is going to cost money to get fixed because if I don’t it’s going to rust. I’m so mad that I can barely speak. I go over with him the consequences of bad decisions and for the first time I actually threatened military school to him. It took every ounce of restraint I had to not beat him to near death. I told him that “You had better get back to mowing this lawn and doing it properly with out damaging anything else. Meanwhile I need to go inside before I do something I’m going to regret.”

As I was just started typing this trying to work out some of the anger and frustration I hear him hit something in the back yard. He ran over the corner to the grill cover. It had been there for months and never got touched. Again he talks about he was trying to “move the mower” and accidentally hit it. The problem is that the cover was about a foot away from the edge of the grass.

Right now I want to just go into his room and smash everything he owns that he likes. Take everything away and give it other people or just permanently disable it and make him live in a room full of dysfunctional junk.

I donÂ’t know what IÂ’m going to do, but I do know that if I donÂ’t calm down IÂ’m going to blow a gasket.

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For dinner tonight I'm making something special for the family.

Shrimp cocktails, Stuffed chicken breasts with an apple and raisin stuffing, Baked Sweet Potatoes and fresh garlic cauliflower. It takes a little time to make all of that, but Ktreva likes it and I think she's worth it.

Well I'm off to steam the shrimp and stuff the chicken boobs.

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Today is an important day in my life. Eight years ago today I was lucky enough to marry the perfect woman for me. We are having a good run and aren't showing any signs of slowing. I just can't believe I was as lucky as I am to have found her.

Lets look at the facts.

I know how lucky I am to have Ktreva for a wife. She's made me a better person. It's been a good 8 years, and I'm looking forward to what the future holds for us.

Happy Anniversary Babycakes! I love you.

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1 Happy anniversary! You are indeed a lucky man! And you are both wonderful people. I'm so happy to know you!

Posted by: oddybobo at October 09, 2007 09:05 AM (mZfwW)

2 Happy Anniversary!

Posted by: Quality Weenie at October 09, 2007 09:15 AM (BksWB)

3 Happy Anniversary!! *Raises glass of Glen Fiddich* To eight years of wedded bliss, and to a lifetime more. And your always welcome to come down to my farm and shoot until you get yours (even though it is a solid 2 hour drive).

Posted by: Petey at October 09, 2007 09:20 AM (tmnSV)

4 Oh Happy Anniversary!!! And may you two have MANY MANY more. Now, y'all have to work to catch up, you're only 20 years behind me and my husband. *grin*

Posted by: Teresa at October 09, 2007 09:24 AM (rVIv9)

5 Happy Anniversary! What a wonderful gift for you both. ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at October 09, 2007 11:57 AM (FPOeI)

6 Awwww, you do have a sensitive side..... Seriously though, congrats! My husband and I celebrate our 1st on the 22nd.

Posted by: Carmen at October 09, 2007 12:20 PM (9VWj+)

7 Happy Anniversary to one of my favorite couples. And just so you know, you earned HUGE points with this post. It's one of the loveliest I've seen.....

Posted by: Tammi at October 09, 2007 01:44 PM (4U3tx)

8 This just proves how wonderful you are!!

Posted by: KTreva at October 09, 2007 06:36 PM (QQZMi)

9 Pretty frickin' mushy, but I offer my most sincere congratulations! To da bofe of you! (Petey had a good idea... *raises a glass of Glenmorangie*) *of course, then I drink it*

Posted by: That 1 Guy at October 09, 2007 07:52 PM (AwUi+)

10 Happy Anniversary! If only all married folks could click together as well as you two do. Hell, I'm gonna go fix a drink and do a virtual toast in your honor!

Posted by: Shadoglare at October 09, 2007 08:21 PM (xEbar)

11 She is adorable, a keeper.... indeed! no go fix her dessert!!

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at October 09, 2007 09:32 PM (U0kWG)

12 You two are lovely together - Happy Anniversary!

Posted by: Richmond at October 10, 2007 02:31 PM (uz5IR)

13 Happy Belated Anniversary!

Posted by: BloodSpite at October 16, 2007 12:17 PM (xUF9P)

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I'm at work and my mother calls. Clone has explosive diarrhea and had to leave pre-school. So I'm home taking care of him. The worst part of this is that he doesn't feel sick or bad at all, he just has liquid poop shooting out his boot. There is also the problem that it happens so fast there isn't time for him to get to the bathroom.

Yea, I think I'd rather be at work.

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It looks like Boopie is up to old tricks. Ktreva has been asking him for a while now if heÂ’s been doing his homework and what not, he of course has been saying yes. Well due to a history of the boy not doing his homework, she called the school. Guess what, so far two of his teachers have confirmed he has not been turning in his homework and that he could end up failing some of his classes this quarter.

LOVELY

So now Boopie of course is mad at us because not only did we not trust him, but also heÂ’s grounded and loss the use of his cell phone. (All his phone are belong to me.) Of course since he is a Gen Y or millennial, he feels this is completely unfair. My thing is that heÂ’s going to pass High School if it kills him and heÂ’s going to start learning to tell the truth if I have to beat it out of him.

To be honest IÂ’m almost at my wits ends with the boy. He wonÂ’t put on clean cloths, he wonÂ’t shower, he wonÂ’t eat, and then he lies about itÂ… badly. IÂ’m tempted to start looking into boarding or military schools, but I just donÂ’t know if he would last at either one before they sent him home.

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Well it looks like Boopie is up to old tricks. It was discovered through deductive reasoning and his inability to tell a lie. Well he can lie, but heÂ’s really, really bad at it. Apparently heÂ’s just been getting up in the morning, watching TV and not making his lunch or anything. HeÂ’s been borrowing money from a friend with promises to pay it back and buying a lunch. Then he comes harassing me about his allowance, which wonÂ’t cover how much heÂ’s borrowed. He gets his financial sense from his biological father.

It started with me noticing that the items I bought for him to take for lunch were not being used. I knew he probably wasnÂ’t eating, but I wanted to get his side of the story before I confronted him. And this is what happened:

Me: What did you have for lunch today?

Boopie: A Sandwich and some chips.

Me: Really? What did you make the sandwich out of?

Boopie: WeÂ’re out of bread arenÂ’t we?

Me: You tell me. What did you make a sandwich with.

Boopie: My friend A-boy gave me a couple pieces of bread to make a sandwich with.

Me: Really? He gave you the meat and cheese too?

Boopie: No, I brought some of ours.

Me: Boopie, that has to be the worst lie IÂ’ve heard you tell.

Boopie: Â…

Me: We arenÂ’t out of bread, we have a brand new loaf. When I made my sandwich this morning I used the last of the old loaf, I can see you didnÂ’t open the new one. I can also see that you havenÂ’t been eating the lunchmeat or cheese.

The conversation went on from there, but he told three more obvious lies, got grounded, and is now sulking in his room. I also told him that itÂ’s time for him to start taking responsibility for his actions. The next time I catch him not making a lunch, eating or telling a lie; IÂ’m going to make sure the consequences match his actions.

If only he could tell a half way believable lie.

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Tonight after work I grabbed Clone and headed to the grocery store to do our weekly grocery shopping. I prefer to do it on Mondays because it’s less busy. To make him feel like he’s helping me, I like to have him “help” me make a menu and grocery list. In other words, I already know what it’s going to be, I just give him choices on which night is what. He is young enough not to realize that he’s not actually picking the food, I’m just giving him choices of stuff I’m going to make anyway. Sometimes I actually decide on what we should have.

Clone has over heard Ktreva and I having conversations about eating healthy and what I can and can’t eat. When I asked him what he wanted for dinner on Saturday he says, “I want pizza with pepperonis. It’s healthy with the pepperonis, then the cheese and the sauce under it. It’s really good for me. Really daddy, it’s health for me.” He was as serious as a heart attack that Pepperoni Pizza was healthy.

I almost ran over a Prius because I was laughing so hard.

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1 well, gee, dad, it IS a balanced meal: meat, dairy, bread, AND fruit/veg!

Posted by: caltechgirl at September 10, 2007 05:22 PM (IfXtw)

2 Hahahaha!

On a more serious note; sorry you missed the Prius.

And really sorry you can't make the Rendezvous!

Posted by: jimmyb at September 10, 2007 05:44 PM (3bMMW)

3 LOL - has he been watching reruns of the Bill Cosby show? You know - where he explains why cake is healthy for breakfast to his wife.

Posted by: Teresa at September 10, 2007 07:24 PM (rVIv9)

4 Are you sure you missed the prius?

They don't make much of a bump

Posted by: Graumagus at September 11, 2007 02:32 AM (0q2cX)

5 Wait until he starts telling you of the nutritional fortitude found in Snickers bars

Posted by: BloodSpite at September 11, 2007 09:09 AM (xUF9P)

6 Sounds like health food to me!

Posted by: Richmond at September 11, 2007 01:13 PM (MLcaQ)

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Last night I had some one on one time with Clone. Ktreva went to a local spa after work to get a message and Boopie finally was able to go over to a friendÂ’s house to hang out. After I did the dishes and started dinner, I discovered that the poor boy had fallen asleep on the couch. EXHAUSTED I tell you, itÂ’s hard work being four. It took me an hour of rousing him to get him awake and keep him that way. It didnÂ’t help I did my beer review in that time. Fortunately when I served him dinner he finally woke up and stayed awake.

I spent an hour making dinner. Fresh herb crusted salmon, steamed fresh asparagus with a roasted garlic glaze and a dinner salad. Of course I was the only one to enjoy it. Clone loved the salmon but could care less about the asparagus and salad. After some fighting I got him to eat enough of it to satisfy me. After dinner I asked if he wanted to play a game, but he said no. He “just wanted to watch TV.”

As I sat down on the couch he climbed up next to me. Then he climbed up onto my lap and together we watched Ghost Hunters. We would talk about what we saw on the TV and IÂ’d explain they were out proving there were no ghosts. (HeÂ’s four IÂ’m not going to tell him they are trying to find ghosts or heÂ’d never go to sleep) HeÂ’d ask questions, IÂ’d give him the answers if I had them or a couple of times we had to go look it up on the internet.

At the end of the night as I was putting him to bed he told me, “When I get big like you dad, I’m going to prove there are no ghosts.” After that he told me I was the best dad in the world. Which I highly doubt, but it makes me feel good that he thinks that.

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Have you ever noticed that if you give a teenager the choice of doing a chore today or tomorrow, they will always choose tomorrow? I told Boopie Monday that he could either mow the law Monday or he had to do it Tuesday. Now since Monday was Memorial Labor Day he decided that he was going to do it yesterday. He didn’t want to “ruin his holiday by working”. Which is fine, that’s why I gave him the option of doing it yesterday instead. However, I told him that he would be mowing the lawn prior to going to his friend’s house or anything else.

Last night he’s pitching a fit because he wants to go to his friend’s house. He knew I was going to say no, so he tried asking Ktreva instead. Unfortunately for him, she knew he had to mow the lawn first. Then he tried to pull, “The lawn doesn’t look like it needs mowing.” Well it does. Hell even if I didn’t have him to mow the lawn it would have been me to mow it, it’s that bad.

He tried one last thing. He has a lot of homework to do tonight and he doesn’t like it when everything falls on the same day. Of course my response was, “Mow the lawn, oh and you had the option of doing it Monday. You chose to put it off until tonight. Also if you have that much homework, you need to do that before going to your friends.”

The joys of teenagers.

UPDATE: Yea, I get Labor and Memorial day confused.

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Well the worst that could happen did. I “secured” the trash bags with the magazines in it Tuesday morning. After work I had to stop by the grocery store to pick up some items. When I returned home Ktreva wasn’t there yet, and the house seemed quiet… too quiet.
I enter the house and there is not a sound or sign of anyone. By this time Boopie should have been home, but there was no sign of him. As I carry the groceries to the kitchen I stop by his room to see if he’s hiding in there. All of a sudden he jumps up and is pulling up his pants exclaiming, “I’m changing my clothes because I’m sweaty” I’m thinking to myself, “Yea, those forearm exercises do break out a sweat.”

Then he tells me he tried to take out the trash, but he canÂ’t pick up the bags. Well of course he did, he wanted more nekked girlie goodness. At least this time he tried to come up with a plausible story as to why the bags are not in the same condition as I had left them. Although he wasnÂ’t able to untie the knots I put into the bag, I could see he tried.

Then for the next hour he wouldnÂ’t make eye contact with me and was very enthusiastic about helping out when I asked him to do stuff. Yea, guilt is a good thing to exploit when you have some chores that need to be done.

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