A Clever Solution to a Veggie Aversion

January 20, 2010

 

I am a fan of Dr. John Rosemond who writes a syndicated advice column about raising children and I thought this story he recounted recently was great!

Four-year-old Rodney would not eat veggies.  They tasted bad and made him want to throw up, he said.

One day, his parents read a column of mine and got an idea.  They sat Rodney down and said, “Your doctor says if you don’t eat vegetables, you have to go to bed right after dinner.”  When he pressed for an explanation, they shrugged and told him they didn’t know.  “Doctors know lots of things,” they said.

Three early-bedtime days later, Rodney’s vegetable aversion had been cured.  His doctor is a genius!

When I first became a fan of Dr. Rosemond’s was when he wrote a column about the parent/child relationship that was a revelation to me (unfortunately, it was long after my child-rearing years).  He said something like, “If there aren’t times when your child  hates you, you aren’t doing something right.”  Oh how I wish someone had told me that when I was raising young children.  I was always concerned when my children were mad at me.  Apparently, that meant I was a good parent.  Who knew!


Leaping Lilly Pads!

January 19, 2010

 

I remember when computer games first came out (yes, I’m that old!).  A challenge that was common  in several I played was leaping from sinking object to sinking object, whether lilly pads in water, clouds in the sky or whatever,  to cross a chasm.  The goal being to get to the other side to safe ground!

Well, sometimes when I have a sequence of events happen in my life that are unexpected and important and I need for them to all happen in just a certain way to keep everything on track, I’m reminded of leaping from one sinking lilly pad to another in those games.  And I did some lilly pad leaping last week! 

Here’s an abbreviated form of what happened.  You can thank my friend and co-worker at the jail, Marie for that.  When I would write a long, wordy explanation of why we couldn’t do something for an inmate, I would read it to Marie and she would say it sounded fine, but I could have just said, “No!”.

So here’s my story from last week in the “Marie version”.   

Leaving next day for 6-day trip to Tulsa … call from credit card company … card used 4 times yesterday in California! … Yikes! … Yes, cancel it … new one here in 24-48 hours … not soon enough! … need it on trip … tell them to registered-mail it to hotel in Tulsa … we’ll use cash for first day out and hotel on the way … not easy for always-use-credit-card people … had to carry buckets of money … people in line at McDonald’s not impressed with guy paying out of large bucket … probably shouldn’t have gotten all one’s, could have used smaller buckets … new credit card waiting in Tulsa … had a great visit … all’s well … lilly pads leaped … on safe ground again … the end.

 


More Oldies but Goodies!

January 13, 2010

 

The weather has improved from last week (somewhat) and we are going to try again to drive to Tulsa for a visit.

In the meantime, I certainly don’t want you to come here and think “She’s got nuttin’ for me!”, so here are some old favorites of mine to let you know I’m thinking about you!

Wednesday 1/13 — My mother wasn’t known for being funny, but we all laughed at what she did this time!

Thursday 1/14 — One of the greatest gifts Hubby gave me were his parents as in-laws.  Here is a story about his dad that I wrote a couple years ago on the anniversary of his death.

Friday 1/15 — A friend had an interesting experience in a clothing store that I recounted here.

Saturday 1/16 —  Be careful to make sure you’re taking the right medicine!  Here’s a time when I didn’t!

Sunday 1/17 —  Do you enjoy and savor today?   Read here for my ideas about that.

Monday 1/18 —   Lots of things have changed, including football!  Read here.

May God bless and keep you until we meet again, friends.

Sandra


A broken strand of beads

January 12, 2010

 

    Uncle Jim, me and Daddy (making me laugh!)

Daddy and his brother were “latch-key kids” long before they were called that.  Both of their parents worked, so after school they pretty much did what they wanted.

One of the boys’ favorite things to do was to sneak a ride on the back of a trolley car, and then jump off before they got caught.

But the police in the area got wise to them.  And one of the times they pulled that trick, they were caught and taken to the police station and put in a cell!  This was in the early 1920’s when, apparently, the police felt perfectly comfortable putting two kids in a cell for a few hours without even bothering to notify their parents, in hopes of putting a little scare in them.

So while the boys were cooling their heels in a jail cell and I’m sure were supposed to be contemplating the error of their ways, they happened to notice some pink beads on the floor of the cell.  They thought they were really pretty so they picked them up and put them in their pockets to give to their mother!  They were sure she would like them.

After the boys had been in the cell for a little while the police figured they had been taught their lesson, so they let them go.  But of course with a stern warning about what would happen if they jumped the trolley again!

Later, when their mother got home, the boys showed her the beads they had found (of course, not mentioning where they were found), and she agreed that they were pretty and thanked them for bringing them home to her.

So the boys went off to their room feeling pretty good about not only making points with Mom for bringing her the beads (and they adored their mom, so liked to make her happy), but also that even though they had had a “close encounter” with the police and spent some time in a jail cell, Mom and Dad would never know about! 

Meanwhile, their mom had sat down at the kitchen table and was laying out the beads in a line to start re-stringing them, but she quickly realized the beads weren’t all the same size — they were graduated — meant to go from smaller at the clasp to the largest in the middle.  Unfortunately, that meant that it was very obvious there were some missing and that would keep the necklace from looking good.

So she called to the boys to come back down to the kitchen, showed them the problem, and asked them to go back wherever they found the beads to see if they could find the rest!

Busted!  They stammered around enough that Mom realized there was something they didn’t want to tell her and it didn’t take her long to get it out of them that they couldn’t go back to look for the rest of the beads — because they found them in a jail cell!  So, they ended up being in more trouble at home than they had been with the police — just because of some pretty beads they thought their mom would like.

Daddy and Uncle Jim grew up to be upstanding citizens.  And the only reason I know this and other stories about Daddy’s childhood is that for the last few years of his life he spent alot of time in the hospital, and I spent alot of time sitting there with him, just keeping him company.  That’s when he sometimes passed the time telling me stories about his childhood that I had never heard before.  And, oh how he enjoyed re-living those long ago days when he and his brother were young and healthy and a little bit wild.


Fire someone at great risk to your own self-esteem!

January 11, 2010

 

Hubby and I were in a restaurant recently and saw Wendy who I had known when I worked at the major truck manufacturer.  She had been the nurse who ran the dispensary.

Of course, everyone at work knew Wendy because she was who you went to see if you were sick or had an accident.  But, besides that, she was very noticeable — a short, square-built, erect woman with perfectly-coiffed steel gray hair,  always dressed in a crisp nursing uniform, who exuded an air of authority. 

But, I got to know her a little better (and found out she was surprisingly witty under that intimidating exterior) when I joined a weight-loss group she organized that met during the lunch hour.

So, during our conversation when we ran into Wendy and her husband, I told her how much I enjoyed that group she had led years ago that had helped quite a few of us lose weight.  She said she had enjoyed it too because it had also helped her lose weight. 

The subject of weight loss reminded Wendy of a story that she thought we might enjoy.  It happened when she and Nate, a young man who worked in the Human Resources Department, had had to fire “Marian”.

I knew Marian slightly when I worked there and while she had always been pleasant to me, I had heard that she could be very sharp-tongued if crossed.  This story seems to confirm that!

When Wendy and Nate met with Marian and told her she was being terminated, Marian was furious and jumped up to leave, but before she did, she turned on the two “messengers” who were the bearers of the bad news.

She first said to Wendy, “You are the poorest excuse for a nurse I have ever seen!  How can you tell people to stay healthy when you are fat yourself!”

And then Marian turned on Nate and said, “And you are the dumbest SOB I have ever known!”

After Marian slammed out of the room, Wendy and Nate sat in silence for a minute.  But then Wendy’s quick wit bubbled up and she turned to Nate and said,

“Welll, sorry about that, Nate.  At least I can lose weight!”

Note:  I in no way mean to make light of job loss.  But I did think that even someone who has just lost their job (like our daughter who assured me this is funny and didn’t offend her) would appreciate the humor in this!


I like “Leap Year” and wish it (and its kind) would come more often!

January 9, 2010

 

Hubby and I went out for dinner last night for his birthday and then on the spur of the moment went to see the movie Leap Year too.

What a great movie that harkens back to the fun romantic comedies of the past!  It is PG and still manages to be romantic, witty and funny.  Surprise, surprise! 

It’s a love story so the plot is very predictable, but the acting was great.  Amy Adams is quickly becoming one of my favorite actresses.  What an expressive face!  And Matthew Goode, the male lead, is perfect.  His Irish brogue, a little bit off-beat looks and his very expressive face make him a perfect balance to the cute, expressive Amy Adams.

At the end of the movie I turned to Hubby and said, “I want to go to Ireland!”  I’ve never had a strong urge to travel abroad, but the scenery in this movie is absolutely beautiful and  really made Ireland come alive for me enough to want to see it myself!

Hubby’s answer was, “Maybe later.  Right now, you’ll have to settle for going to the car.”  Ah, ever the romantic.

So, I highly recommend this movie.  And, if you don’t mind, I’d like for every one of you to go see it, and insist that all your friends and relatives go too!  Because I would love for the people who make movies to see this movie be a big success and consequently decide to make more PG movies that appeal to adults.  How refreshing that would be!


Happy Birthday, to my “perfect” Husband!

January 8, 2010

 

When I was about 12 years old I remember wondering who I would marry someday.  And saying a prayer that I would have a good marriage — and a prayer for that boy, wherever he was.  And then for many years I forgot all about that conversation I had with God.  But God didn’t.

When I was 19 years old I married, for all the normal teenage reasons.  Certainly not with any mature ideas of how to have a good marriage. 

But God hadn’t forgotten my prayer and he gave me exactly the husband I needed.  (Too bad  I didn’t specify that I wanted a perfect husband for my perfect self, because I like the idea of making God laugh!)   

So, we two imperfects have been married for almost 45 years now, and we’ve had all the normal ups and downs, but through it all, Hubby has been my rock.  I have always known that, no matter what, I could depend on him.  He is a man of integrity and faith, whom I have always been proud to say is my husband.

Today, Hubby turns 65 years old.  The years have gone so fast, but we have  many great experiences to show for them.  Most importantly our wonderful children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

If I could pick any husband for myself today, this is the man I would still pick.  God answered my prayer “perfectly”.

Happy 65th Birthday, to the love of my life.


Who cares how it’s spelled?

January 7, 2010

 

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno’t mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Okay, what I get out of this is that I’m not going to worry at all about spelling any more because now I know your brain will “fix it” for you, no matter how I spell it!  (Ahhh, finally an excuse for the misspellings I sometimes foist on you!)


At the end of the season, LOTS of people get to play!

January 6, 2010

 

  Peyton sees him coming, but I think Hubby’s going to cause a fumble!  Hey, wait a minute, Hubby — you’re blocking the wrong team!  He’s our guy!

Well, when you don’t get in alot, nerves sometimes hurt your play.

Peyton is his guy, so Hubby asked for a Fathead poster of Peyton for Christmas.  He put it on the wall in his little office. 

Of course, Hubby really likes Dallas Clark, Reggie Wayne, Jeff Saturday and alot of the guys on defense too, so I can picture that in a few years this wall may be realllly full!

By the way, Hubby, as much as I like these guys, you’re my guy.  Happy Birthday on Friday.


Headline: Sprat’s wife goes splat!

January 5, 2010

 

Jack Sprat could eat no fat.

His wife could eat no lean.

And so between the two of them,

they licked the platter clean.

This is a story about a couple who fit the description in this nursery rhyme perfectly.  “Mr. Sprat” was tall and thin and “Mrs. Sprat” was short and very plump.  But while they looked very different, they were very alike in their love of life and laughter and had had a long and happy marriage.

The Sprats lived in an old frame house at the curve of a very busy highway.  In fact, they could sometimes actually feel a vibration in the house when a semi went by.  And Mr. Sprat had said many times that if a vehicle ever missed making the curve in the road, it could very well end up in their living room!

One day Mrs. Sprat was cleaning in the kitchen when she noticed some gnats flying around the overhead light fixture in the middle of the room.  So she got out a can of bug spray and sprayed around the fixture. 

But the next time she walked across the room, when she walked under the light fixture she slipped in some bug spray residue that had fallen on the linoleum floor.  In an instant, her feet went out from under her, she flew up in the air and then landed on the floor with a huge “BANG”.

As she got herself up to a sitting position she was thinking how lucky she was that she wasn’t hurt and how dumb she was to not realize that the floor might be slippery.  But just then, her husband came racing through the kitchen headed for the front of the house.  As he ran past her sitting on the floor, he yelled, “What are you doing on the floor?  Get up!  We’ve got to get out of here, I think a semi just hit the house!”

At that, Mrs. Sprat started laughing so hard that she was not capable of getting to her feet.  And once it registered with Mr. Sprat that he had just run past his wife sitting on the floor and he heard her laughter, he understood what must have happened and how funny that made what he had thought had happened.  He immediately started laughing too and came back to help her up — after they had both managed to stop laughing, that is. 

And “the Sprats” lived happily every after, always continuing to look for the humor in life.  And enjoying many times telling the story about the time “the semi hit the house”!

Based on a story a friend of mine tells about some friends of her parents.