How do you know you are rubbing off on your kids? I used to hate it when I would ask my parents how to spell something and they would tell me to go and look it up. If I knew how to look it up I would probably know how to spell it! I thought that was the point. Whenever I have a hard time answering a question I turn to the all knowing man behind the curtain. This well thought out question came to me today.
Genuine Girl: If sharks never stop swimming do they ever sleep?
My deer in the headlights look must have shown itself quickly because she quickly added:
Genuine Girl: Well then can you Google it?
The Internet is changing how we all seem to learn these days. Even the function on Google can help a person spell. Just do it phoenitically and Google will ask you…”did you mean?” My parents ordered me some encyclopedias when I was little and I can still remember going to the post office a mile away on a walk each day to see if a new volume had shown up. I would rush home with the new volume and quickly look at all the pictures just absorbing as much info as possible. Now we turn to Google and can find out just about anything, or perhaps we can. So do sharks ever sleep? Google it and find out.
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Just because Captain America has been assassinated and has left us, does not mean that Captain Genuine will follow that lead. We have been very sick with cold and flu here, and with Spring Break, and with business as usual, my blogging has taken a vacation, but I intend to update regularly now. We will have some Easter Egg coloring pics up later I assume since that familiar vinegar smell is coming from the kitchen as I type this and the children are winding up like Taz. I’ll make sure to keep you posted. Anyone want deviled eggs?
I know I don’t often ask for advice here, but I thought I should lean on those around me in this desperate time. My question may seem simple, but for me I can’t seem to figure out the answer. I would love to have your parenting advice.
How many times in a row can you fix your kids Hamburger Helper before someone calls social services and reports you for abuse?
I thought I might try to have dinner ready and hot on the table and forgot that all we have is the aforementioned debacle known in our family as Casserole.
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We have all heard the old saw about “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” Recently my lemonade has been somewhat tart and I have cornered the market on lemons. Believe me when I say I am working very hard to try to come out of this muck and mire that seems to be suffocating me. I feel like I’m in the fire swamp and not there with the pretty girl but the large rat wanting to eat me.
It’s difficult when you have the problems you do, and then the people around you expect you to solve their problems and be the leader of their cause, and their champion. I would love to be the one that could champion causes or fix things or even sit down and talk about a minor problem you are having in school or at work. Today, I couldn’t remember if I had met with a counselor I had met with for over an hour, with my wife present. It was not in the recall memory banks.
The walls are crashing around me and people want me to help them with problems. They want to attack me because of minutia that on the big scheme of things seems pretty trivial. Apparently, my depression medication is laughing at me while the people that I thought were standing there are all giggling like I missed the memo. I sure could use a little sugar. Does anyone need some lemon concentrate?
Friday morning brought lonliness.again I decided that the pain in my chest and the muscle relaxants were going to make it impossible to sit at my desk and be coherent. What better way to eliminate the stress of missing work and getting further behind than have a drink this morning to not only make me not hurt and be anxious, but would also allow me to relax and sleep since I was no longer needed to be coherent or upright. This is the first time I had decided to drink alone in the morning, In the back of my mind I made an excuse or two, and knew that I should probably quit drinking after this last bottle was gone. Yeah that would be the best plan, finish this second bottle of 175 ML bottle this week and not go back to replace it for the weekend.
When I woke from my stupor in my recliner, there stood my 2 brothers, the youngest in front of the oldest. The younger one said, "How are you?" Fine I said as I tried to focus on what was going on around me. It wasn’t nigh time so they were here alone, without my wife included. I wondered how they got into my door, but my brain was not very syllogistic, so I decided to walk around to the kitchen counter and have another drink so that I could be more coherent in my understanding and speech. The whisky was gone. The bottle empty. Not because it was a lot of drink in the morning, but someone had poured out my $45.00 bottle. It seemed almost a criminal act or a sin to perform this sacrilegious act. I spun and asked who committed this felonious act. My brother confessed that he had poured it out and that I need not to drink any more.
Suddenly the anger in my system outgrew the thought of having a drink. I shouted at them that I was not very pleased with the best restraint I could muster. Then the sermon came. I had know appointment made for this consultation, and at the time had no reason for wanting to speak to them or to have them in my home. My next younger brother started in on the sinfulness of drinking and began judging my parenting and how I was a disgraceful father. I saw at that point that the gloves where off. The wanted to mince words we me, and I am far too trained in debate that is my construction working brother and IT Engineer brother. I sapped at the youngest stating that his experience as a parent included a dog and a girlfriend neither of which were children and neither of which he had any control. IT Technical Engineer, fired the first shot about how I as a father was failing my children because they saw me drunk and passed out. Rather than mincing words I went for the haymaker of, "At least I see my kids you have lived all over the world and see them perhaps one day a week, what kind of father is that?"
As he rounded the counter fists clenched he began beating on the back of my neck and head. It was sending spasms down my arm and neck, and the punches to the back of my head created a lump and some bruising. All the while I kept my hands on the counter letting his frustrate his anger. I would never lay hands on a brother out of rage and anger. He hadn’t adopted this tactic. The conversation was over by that point, and I grabbed a bottle of the Cyclobensiprine took a couple and went to bed. The next thing I remember is the police walking into my doorway to the bedroom. It had been hours since I had laid down and I was calm cool and collected until they handcuffed me and put me in the back of the squad car for transportation.
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Not hardly. I decided today I needed to stop and smell the roses. The way things have been at my work has been crazy, and with the second and third jobs and with a gazillion blogs I contribute to I needed to catch my breath. I decided to go back to using a blog editor that I used to use before. It should help consolidate my work into one place instead of logging on to the numerous blog platforms I can do it all from here, and yes, I want to try out their new ads that are available. After all I have to at least try to make some drinking diaper money out of this fiasco!
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I have decided to add a voice to the Genuine blog. No, not like the voice of the computer on War Games, but my voice. I downloaded the application to begin playing with podcasting. Who knows, I might even get into vlogging and give Rocketboom a run for their money. Actually, just part of their money would be enough to pay the mortgage, but I digress.
What do you think would make a good podcast? I already have the domain at www.dadstalking.com. Yes, I know it looks like Dad Stalking, and who knows it could turn into that type of blog. I was thinking of interviewing some of your favorite Daddy bloggers, the likes of Dad Gone Mad, Rude Cactus, Metro Dad and Sweet Juniper. I might even do a variety thing like “Genuine Meets The View.” That might be a little overboard, but you get the idea.
What would you like to hear?
My brother was diagnosed a while back with the adult onset of diabetes. He has to monitor his blood sugar each day and inject insulin accordingly. The irony is he probably has better control over his blood sugar levels than a person not taking insulin. I was thinking about insulin pumps on the way into work, because I think of such things out of the blue when I am sleep deprived, and wondered if you could have a pump and monitor for other things that need regulating.
For instance, I often talk about the depravity of sleep in my life. Perhaps there is a way that we could have a coffee or caffeine pump. When your body begins to need to shut down for sleep due to your lack of sleep, the sensors would inject a dose of coffee into your system. There could be a panic button where you could push a button for more coffee to be pumped, overriding the system and giving you that extra jolt.
I think their is some merit to this. Maybe I could invent a caffeine patch…
Sounds like it could be a country music song, but it seems to be my life recently. The children all got this stomach flu in order of age and it progressed with a wildfire type speed. For a couple of days it was Genuine Toddler, then a day later if was Genuine Boy’s turn with the virus as he was down for the count for two days, and then Genuine Girl followed suit. Like all things in our household, we are taught to share. I have had the flu bug for the last two days as well. The only time feeling not so bad was yesterday afternoon, but I must have had other things on my mind. Mommy has thus far escaped this round, but then who would us babies turn to in our time of sickness besides Mommy?
Do they make a Lysol disinfectant bomb that you can leave in the house and go
away for a day or two?
It does appear that they do have the free Healthy Habits Activity Booklet for Kids. I especially liked the section on family germs.
I can’t wait until we can get everyone outside and not cooped up in the house so we can hose the place down and start fresh without the crud we have lived in this winter. It is also going to be nice to have to share the germs throughout the school that our kids seem to bring home wrapped in a bow like a present to be opened by Dad and shared with the family.
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