Anyone else picture OoO looking like this on the bowling lanes?Earl Anthony was better......
Not So Mother's Day
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It was the drive-thru, dude. Garbage bins and an employee sitting on the payment smoking a cig. They can keep their atmosphere.You do realize you were paying for the atmosphere as well.......
This reminds me of shuffleboard. Picture it:
Poconos. Dive bar. My childhood best friend and I goofin with a game of it.
Two guys approach us, challenge a game. Acting all bad and cool like.
We accept. Still goofin. And start losing bad. Guys were almost laughing at us.
I will never forget the look in my friends face and one word said.. We got our snarl on.
She started knocking them. I put the spin on mine. And blew those punks away.
They just shook their heads and walked away. It was great.
Mother's Day - my husband made it special, as he always does. I can't believe that I have him. If you had told me almost 25 years ago that I'd feel this way about him I probably would have thrown water in your face.
The teens and I visited my mom, took her a gift, took her to lunch. The usual. I'm almost over my issues with her mostly. She's a bit selfish, a bit arrogant. But she's my ma.
My husband
and I visited his mom yesterday. She's a nut. A different kind of nut than mine, but she's remodeling and gave us a clawfoot tub and a fantastic vanity - how can I complain about her? She's has an amazing house on an amazing lake with a canoe and paddle boat and pingpong in the barn.
We all have issues. Parenting sucks most of the time, in my opinion, anyway. These folks lived in my body 9 months, lived off my body nearly 2 years each. I left an amazing job to stay home with the younger two for many years. I'm overprotective in a maddening way. My husband is way more laid back, and I let him make the decisions - because I can't. Life is too scary for me to just let those children of mine walk around in it unprotected. You should see me at football games. I use binoculars to watch my boy. "Ben's down!!!" I cry. The men around me say, "It's football, lady!" My husband won't even sit with me. I'd like our 24 year old to let me know every single night that she's safe, at home and all is well - she lives on her own. I have reasons for this. My husband had to take our youngest bathing suit shopping because I'd make her get something that comes up to her neck and down to her ankles. I'm crazy. I'm hopeful that Rick holds the balance because I'm too much. I love them too much. I wonder what they will remember about me. I do my best and I know I've probably gotten it all wrong. I can almost see us - years down the road - their dad calling them to remind them to call me on Mother's Day and them cringing, "Can't I just text her? I sent a card. She was horrible mother." And he'll know better, and he'll try to explain to them. They probably won't get it until they have kids of their own. And then there will be more people in the world that I'll want to protect. It's hard. I knew I'd blow it.
Ha - bowling! It's a great excuse to drink draft beer and eat corndogs. I couldn't tell you what I average. We don't go often. And I never pay attention. I like the social aspect of the bowling ally.
The teens and I visited my mom, took her a gift, took her to lunch. The usual. I'm almost over my issues with her mostly. She's a bit selfish, a bit arrogant. But she's my ma.
My husband
can't call him names anymore-I'll explain that some other place
We all have issues. Parenting sucks most of the time, in my opinion, anyway. These folks lived in my body 9 months, lived off my body nearly 2 years each. I left an amazing job to stay home with the younger two for many years. I'm overprotective in a maddening way. My husband is way more laid back, and I let him make the decisions - because I can't. Life is too scary for me to just let those children of mine walk around in it unprotected. You should see me at football games. I use binoculars to watch my boy. "Ben's down!!!" I cry. The men around me say, "It's football, lady!" My husband won't even sit with me. I'd like our 24 year old to let me know every single night that she's safe, at home and all is well - she lives on her own. I have reasons for this. My husband had to take our youngest bathing suit shopping because I'd make her get something that comes up to her neck and down to her ankles. I'm crazy. I'm hopeful that Rick holds the balance because I'm too much. I love them too much. I wonder what they will remember about me. I do my best and I know I've probably gotten it all wrong. I can almost see us - years down the road - their dad calling them to remind them to call me on Mother's Day and them cringing, "Can't I just text her? I sent a card. She was horrible mother." And he'll know better, and he'll try to explain to them. They probably won't get it until they have kids of their own. And then there will be more people in the world that I'll want to protect. It's hard. I knew I'd blow it.
Ha - bowling! It's a great excuse to drink draft beer and eat corndogs. I couldn't tell you what I average. We don't go often. And I never pay attention. I like the social aspect of the bowling ally.
Biggest ass-whoopin I ever took on the shuffleboard court...............
Two-three corndogs per game would be my guess.......
This is mine... kinda blue. My brother-in-law won it at a league tournament in Las Vegas and gave it to me as a Christmas present. He told me to get it drilled as a fingertip ball. What did I know?
I'm going to stitch that on a pillow.
Why is the SKMB the best? Because a thread begun on the topic of feeling a certain malaise about Mother's Day evolves(or devolves,I suppose)to pictures of Earl Anthony and Richard M. Nixon...
Why is the SKMB the best? Because a thread begun on the topic of feeling a certain malaise about Mother's Day evolves(or devolves,I suppose)to pictures of Earl Anthony and Richard M. Nixon...
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