Oz ,'First Date'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oddly, she did not get that from me. My profanity tends to be more polysyllabic.
The boys learned all their curse words from me, usually while we were in traffic. ::sheepish::
Heaven help us when voice recognition is good enough for Toddler chat rooms.
Bwah!
One of the books I got this weekend was an Encyclopedia of Cooking from 1947,it's more of a homemaker's guide. I've just started reading the nutrition portion of the book, it goes into detail about how to give your family the most viatmins and minerals, what they do,etc. The book says children should only have bland food, nothing seasoned except with the barest amount of salt and no rich food, especially pastry. The book doesn't recommend giving children cooks until they are 4 years old and then only arrowroot or graham crackers.
They also stress the importance of breakfast and suggest that if your child isn't hunger than you should get him up 1 hour early and have him do chores.
They also stress the importance of breakfast and suggest that if your child isn't hunger than you should get him up 1 hour early and have him do chores.
Bwahahahahaha!
IME, this pretty much lasts until college.
I think it was Dennis Leary who said that our kids, the ones we cried and bled for (in my case, this is TRUE), the ones we paced the floor with at 3 a.m. as infants and killed ourselves to give them everything we possibly could, would end up snotty teenagers, smoking in the back of some kid's car saying, "My parents are such ASSHOLES!"
That's a sobering thought.
Yeah yeah, I'm shakin' in my Pull-ups.
BWAH!
And all those people who put good money on "fuck" being her first word lose good money. I hope you're happy with yourself.
Like I didn't lose $50 on that.
We have to watch everything we say now -- she's a regular little parrot. I just caught her saying "Oh, man!" with inflection and everything.
Hee.
My brother went through a stage of saying "fudder" to virtually everyone he encountered. Fortunately only my mom knew what he was actually saying, and then her challenge was to keep a straight face while people cooed at the "made-up" word.
Ok. I appear to not be able to stop coughing. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I've worked too hard for this!
AmyLiz -- this is the same book that strongly suggests homemakers do their marketing every day to ensure the produce is the freshest and doesn't lose any precious nutrients. There are sample menus for each month so you can get an idea of what is in season. I'm not sure if in the 40s men came home from work for luncheon, because the menu for lunch is fairly substanial and has foods that you aren't supposed to be feeding children.
Ok. I appear to not be able to stop coughing. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I've worked too hard for this!
oh honey. is it maybe not an asthma thing? could a plain old supressant be of help?
I'm not sure if in the 40s men came home from work for luncheon, because the menu for lunch is fairly substanial and has foods that you aren't supposed to be feeding children.
My grandfather did until the day he retired. I doubt that everyone of his generation did, but he was 5 minutes from home and the store closed at lunchtime.