Buffy: Where are the burgers? Riley: Yeah man, I'm starving. Cow me. Xander: I'd love to make with the moo but the fire's not cooperating.

'Lessons'


Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


billytea - Aug 02, 2011 11:47:39 am PDT #26628 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Pick one: A rock hotglued to a stick or a stick covered in glitter. You Cannot Keep Both.

Glue a rock onto the glitter stick and it's all good. And I think Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen agrees with me.


Ginger - Aug 02, 2011 11:47:41 am PDT #26629 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

As a child, I fished all the stuff back out of the trash when my mother did that.


beekaytee - Aug 02, 2011 11:54:27 am PDT #26630 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant

Some of the parents I work with have a 'two in, one out' policy for toys, books (I know, NO!) and detritus. Like Sox says, asking the child to pick which thing goes helps to instill the values of agency, discernment and letting go.

The ones that are especially successful at it make the giving away an joyful exercise. They find a charity and make it a regular activity for the kids to give away their things.

Also, the consignment shop I'm connected to lets kids 9 and up have their own accounts. They bring in their gently used clothes and shoes and then get to shop once those items are sold. My favorite family (I've worked with one kid and the mom) have 5 kids. They have so much credit that the twin girls (10) never fail to bring in friends of lesser means to pick stuff out for themselves.

It teaches them to take care of their possessions AND the joy of giving.


hippocampus - Aug 02, 2011 11:55:25 am PDT #26631 of 30000
not your mom's socks.

To be honest, we work through it together. It's not possible to keep everything that comes home these days, even in boxes in the basement. HKF will leave some things out for months, and then I'll ask her if she wants to let it go to make room for some new artwork. Usually that goes pretty well. Previous school used to send home a paper shopping bag full every week, if that gives you a yardstick. Much of this, I treasure. But not all.


beekaytee - Aug 02, 2011 11:58:33 am PDT #26632 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant

To be honest, we work through it together.

This can be tough, but if handled calmly, and with a sense of finality it can bear great rewards. i.e. "I know you want to keep all of these, but that is not what we are doing right now. You must pick one, or you can tell me which two _I_ can pick from."


beekaytee - Aug 02, 2011 11:59:58 am PDT #26633 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant

Thanks for the kind Bartleby thoughts. Every one is greatly appreciated.

I'm firmly on the side of 'it's okay' but, sometimes I feel like he does when he's in the vet's office. Trembly and unsteady.


Aims - Aug 02, 2011 12:00:09 pm PDT #26634 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Artwork is one thing. I ask about that. But the detrius is a whole nother thing, IMO. Em tends toward the collector side of things and sometimes, after month of trying to help her keep her things somewhat organized, I just give up and out come the garbage bags.


brenda m - Aug 02, 2011 12:06:25 pm PDT #26635 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

bonny, best wishes for you and the B-man.

A boxer at the park this morning had a seizure and collapsed. So scary.


Toddson - Aug 02, 2011 12:09:00 pm PDT #26636 of 30000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

Some things are worth keeping, some aren't. We had kicking around the house the "candleholder" I made in kindergarten. A lump of clay, flattened on the bottom with a depression (made with a candle) on the top, painted red. I'm assuming it went out in the trash sometime after I got out of college ... but it could be lurking in one of the innumerable boxes my mother has hauled around with her through multiple moves (and never opened).


hippocampus - Aug 02, 2011 12:12:41 pm PDT #26637 of 30000
not your mom's socks.

I know you want to keep all of these, but that is not what we are doing right now. You must pick one

Right - this is what I meant.