Friday, November 14, 2008
Awwww
Yesterday, a coworker of Mr. Samoa's made a fairly serious work boo-boo. He felt very bad. Today, Mr. Samoa took him some of the chocolate chip cookies I baked last night, to make him feel better. How cute is that? :D
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Howwwl!
It's a full moon. This makes work suck.
They say it's all a myth. It's not. Ask any cop, nurse, EMT, teacher, long-term-care aide. They all go howling, flaming batshit around the time of the full moon. Every. single. one. of them. I'd discuss it more, but I'm still traumatized. :P
They say it's all a myth. It's not. Ask any cop, nurse, EMT, teacher, long-term-care aide. They all go howling, flaming batshit around the time of the full moon. Every. single. one. of them. I'd discuss it more, but I'm still traumatized. :P
Pumpkin
He is recovering very nicely from his, er, surgery. I guess I don't have to ship him to a local restaurant after all!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
TODAY
Went to the cemeteries for Veterans' Day. Left flowers on Caroline's mom's grave and Grandma's grave. Grandma would have been 93 today! Also, went up to Metro City and saw Saskia. Nurses were still bitchy (all except one, whose name I wish I had gotten because she was super sweet) but we got a piece of Very Good News. I'm not going to blog it yet until it happens because I don't want to jinx them, but it's Very Good News all the same!
MONDAY
I took Monday and Tuesday off, so I cleaned. Also, Pumpkin went to the vet, and had his, er, "tonsillectomy". He is recovering well. Hopefully, this will put a stop to him humping his brother's head. :P
Catching up yet again
Sunday, Mr. Samoa and I went to the craft store and then to the bookstore. I think we're beggared, but it was fun. :D
Saturday, November 8, 2008
It works everywhere!
The Voice of Doom works even on small children!
So we were in the Chinese buffet in the mall last night. They seated a group behind us that Mr. Samoa knew slightly (it was one of his old college professors, Prof's mildly autistic brother, and Prof's 2 kids). Prof is divorced and is a "weekend daddy", which is going to get important in a moment.
Prof had to go get food for the kids, so left the kids with Brother. (I would say kids are about 3 or 4 and 18 mos. respectively) Well, Brother did not know enough to correct the child when he starts trying to crawl OVER TOP OF THE BOOTH into ours! o_O Had he not been stopped, he would have either cracked his skull open on our table or landed square on Mr. Samoa's head. So I decided to take a chance on being bitched out (I figured it was the lesser of two evils between "damaged kid/Mr.Samoa and irate parent"), signed "sit" and said, "Nononono, sweetie, you're going to fall!" So, sit he did, rather to my surprise.
Well, I did not get bitched out. It became rather clear from the subsequent father-son interactions that the poor man had no idea how to deal with kids and rather welcomed assistance. ("Tyyloxx, WHAT are you DOING?" in increasingly crazed/desperate tones). I can live with this; I do not mind doing the disciplining, I DO mind when they're clueless but throw a fit when you try to do it. So, we had here a situation that was manageable, and I must admit to finding myself struggling to keep a straight face!
So, then the kid tries to climb over again. This time I signed "No" and said very calmly but firmly, "NO, sweetie. You need to sit." Little Tyyloxx did a double take, sat back down and was not seen in our booth again for the rest of the meal! Choirs of angels sang.
Moral of the story: 1)If I can do it, you can too. 2) Parents, take a clue from this man. If for some reason you cannot handle your kid, don't bitch when someone who can, does. At least he got that far!
So we were in the Chinese buffet in the mall last night. They seated a group behind us that Mr. Samoa knew slightly (it was one of his old college professors, Prof's mildly autistic brother, and Prof's 2 kids). Prof is divorced and is a "weekend daddy", which is going to get important in a moment.
Prof had to go get food for the kids, so left the kids with Brother. (I would say kids are about 3 or 4 and 18 mos. respectively) Well, Brother did not know enough to correct the child when he starts trying to crawl OVER TOP OF THE BOOTH into ours! o_O Had he not been stopped, he would have either cracked his skull open on our table or landed square on Mr. Samoa's head. So I decided to take a chance on being bitched out (I figured it was the lesser of two evils between "damaged kid/Mr.Samoa and irate parent"), signed "sit" and said, "Nononono, sweetie, you're going to fall!" So, sit he did, rather to my surprise.
Well, I did not get bitched out. It became rather clear from the subsequent father-son interactions that the poor man had no idea how to deal with kids and rather welcomed assistance. ("Tyyloxx, WHAT are you DOING?" in increasingly crazed/desperate tones). I can live with this; I do not mind doing the disciplining, I DO mind when they're clueless but throw a fit when you try to do it. So, we had here a situation that was manageable, and I must admit to finding myself struggling to keep a straight face!
So, then the kid tries to climb over again. This time I signed "No" and said very calmly but firmly, "NO, sweetie. You need to sit." Little Tyyloxx did a double take, sat back down and was not seen in our booth again for the rest of the meal! Choirs of angels sang.
Moral of the story: 1)If I can do it, you can too. 2) Parents, take a clue from this man. If for some reason you cannot handle your kid, don't bitch when someone who can, does. At least he got that far!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)