Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Say what you mean and mean what you say

I really need to think about what I say before I say it.

On Sunday at the Rangers game, Little Bit finished up her popsicle and asked what to do with the stick. Throw it down, I said, meaning to drop it on the ground. Instead, she launched it about four rows down. Thankfully, she hit an empty seat.

*shaking my head*

This morning, Hot Rod was finishing up a project on Venus and needed to pull his report off the spiral notebook (which has those little perforated thingees on the side, so you can pull it out nicely. So, he asks me how to get his paper off and I reply, tear it off. Next thing I know, he is asking for scissors because he is making his paper look tacky. What? Bring it here. Sure enough, he was ripping the paper in the middle (not at the perforations.) You told me to rip it out, he says.

Gees Louise. You'd think being a writer would teach me not to speak so literally to children. As Bill Engvall would say, here's my sign.


  • At 12:42 PM, May 15, 2008, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    When my son (who is now 27) was about 3, I caught him emptying sand out of his shoes (from an afternoon spent in the sandbox) onto the middle of his bed. When I freaked, he started to stammer and the lip quivered, and he said "But Mom, you told me not to put it on the floor!"

    Well, I did.

    Don't feel bad - we all do it (assume our kids know what we mean without us actually saying what we mean).

  • At 9:51 PM, May 15, 2008, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Yeah Junior. Go ahead and litter. The world isn't trashy enough already. Call me a libtard if you must, but anyone else think Al Gore might actually be on to something?

    Go green people - and teach your children well.

  • At 10:25 PM, May 15, 2008, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Dumbass, at the baseball game, they have the cleaning crews that come around and clean stuff up. And, you're absolutely accusing the wrong person of not caring about the environment. You can ask anyone who knows me. We recycle, reuse and all that good stuff routinely. But, in those circumstances where they pay people to clean up, I'm not going to climb up a jillion steps with children in tow to put things in the trash can.

    Bite my ass, you libtard and don't let the door hit you on the way out.

  • At 10:26 PM, May 15, 2008, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Oh, and maybe you name your daughters Junior, but I don't. If you're going to criticize and point fingers, at least do so in a little more intelligent fashion.

    Now waddle your ass back to Daily Kos and don't come back.

  • At 7:18 AM, May 16, 2008, Blogger Submariner said…

    You go, girl! Yesterday was my birthday, AoM, and your 10:25 and 10:26 posts were a great birthday present.

    Easy to point fingers anonymously on a blog to assuage your feelings of guilt over the choices you make daily that do not match your self-righteous prattlings, isn't it "Anonymous?". You are probably the same kind of sanctimonious leftard as those that flip their cigarettes out the window so they won't have to dump the ash tray... Meh!

  • At 7:30 AM, May 16, 2008, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Thanks Subby and Happy Birthday.

    I just hate the trolls that drive-by when I'm least expecting it. You know? I think it really pisses me off most when people accuse me of things that I don't do. I am that person you see at parks, etc, that actually picks up other people's trash because I hate it. I have taught my children that littering is actually a sin because it is not being a good steward of the land that God gave us. So, this just totally hit me the wrong way. And, I've lost much of my compassion these days in light of all the crap going on in my life.

  • At 7:49 AM, May 16, 2008, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Actually, when I worked at the old Ranger Stadium, they would go to the nearest homeless shelter and bring people over to clean up.
    We called them bleacher creatures (rude, I know), because they would eat the half-eaten food and drink any beer that was left in the cups. I guess for them it was a job with perks...but, a job none the less.
    I don't know if they do that at the new Ballpark.


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