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Neener Neener...never a dull one..

Thursday, Dec. 29, 2005 @ 8:45 pm
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Sometimes parenthood is truly a test of one's abilities in self control. There are times when you really want to dance around singing "I told you so" and rub somebody's nose in what they were convinced you were wrong about, only to have to sheepishly admit that you just might have been right after all. Of course they don't always have the same self restraint when the shoes switch feet.

Earlier today Warren had been eagerly showing off to me more tricks and capabilities of his new RC Hummer (an Xmas present). After a very short time, the Hummer suddenly it quit working, unless he held the controler very close to the vehicle, and two of the frequencies didn't hardly work at all no matter what. In a move somewhat unusual for him, as he is usually very good with electronics, he started freaking out and getting upset. He was convinced he either had a defective toy and was going to blow up Radio Shack, and/or if his dad stopped by (he has work release) he was going to blame him and get mad that he had broken it already (Mike is nothing if not easy to blame someone for everything sometimes).

Any suggestion I made was immediatly met with smug superiority. I didn't know anything, how could I even suggest anything, and don't even suggest that the batteries might be low. I suggested anyway that perhaps his controller battery might be running low. I could have suggested he connect it to a cow's butt and run it on methane power, for the reaction I got. After we both got done yelling at each other and returned to getting a grip. We went on to other things.

A couple hours later while I was downstairs cleaning my fridge (have I mentioned glass shelved fridges are totally da'bomb), he comes down kinda of sheepishly.

I figured out what was wrong. I read the instructions (like most men, he saves these for when something he can't figure out goes wrong). It says when the batteries get weak some of the frequencies won't work and B takes the least power.

Hmm... I could have sworn, not more than a couple hours ago, somebody had told him just as much.. The hell with self control. I had to point that out too him. I am glad I have a smart kid, however he needs to realize and fast that he doesn't know everything, and when smart people get smug and know-it-all, they become unlike very quickly. And when they delvelop a chauvantistic men know more than women attitude they deserve what they get. He was more than a little embarrased to realize that perhaps mom is not a total idiot after all. I would have liked to dance around the room singing Neener, neener (I said neener heee hee), Uteruses are smarter than wieners, but I resisted (well okay I may have let it slip once, but than I dropped it). Let's hope this is a lesson he will remember for awhile. (At least a couple weeks)

I hate my car. I really and truly hate my car. First my passenger side tailight/headlight both go out. Than my tranmission starts cooking and not wanting to shift up and down (it's and automatic), than it quits working all together. It is now in the auto hospital on life support while I decide if it is worth resusitating, or if I should just put it out of my misery and start over with a new Lemon scented POS. May I please now mention something I've been harboring for some time.. FORDS SUCK!!!

Never a dull moment in casa de Cranky.

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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.

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