Son and Friends New Blog.

 

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Read this blog…my mom said so…!

I am not a geek or a nerd, the best I can come up is: Rachael like new ape movie.
Pathetic? Yes.
However, I am good at shooting my mouth off and I am very good at bragging up my offspring, much to his embarrassment.

There is a new blog in town. It’s name? Rebel Consciences.

It is a collaboration blog in which my son collaborates.

Don’t read that sentence again; it may cause a brain damage.

It is filled with geeky things.

So, if you love the geeky things of life you should check it out. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed and be sure to tell Patrick that his mom sent you, he’ll love that. ;)

So, do you like checking out new blogs? Do you like embarrassing your kids?

Absentee Blogger.

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You may have noticed my infrequent postings….What do you mean who are you again?

I use to write all the time and the main reason was…what the hell else did I have to do?

Now I actually have a part-time job, besides my school stuff and life has gotten a bit more busy.

What is this most important job? This exciting new career?

I am helping to feed my community by offering them wholesome and not -so-wholesome foods at a reasonable prices. Okay, I’m a part-time grocery clerk , but it pays the bills.

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Anything new in your world?

 

I’m Screamer…Guest Post.

I have a brother…I have three actually.. my youngest brother has sent me a parody….

Good grief what is wrong with your family!

I don’t have time for that! 

I bet you don’t!

Thank you, Oliver ( that’s my wittle brothers name) for guest posting with this funny and witty parody:

I’m a Screamer to the tune of I’m a believer written by Niel Diamond as sung by the Monkees.

 

I thought witches were only true in fairy tales…something made up I-Mag-I Nary, but, one was out to get me(doo, doo, doo, da doo) that’s the way it seemed disappointed haunted are my dreams…

Then I saw her face, now I’m a screamer!

Wish I could erase the sight from my mind!

I cried Ugh! Ahhh Ohhh I grabbed the meat clever but,
I couldn’t reach her but, I tried!

 

 

I tried my very hardest to look away but, the more I saw the worst it got!

Now I am crying, her face causes me pain!

I don’t think I’ll ever be the same!

Since I saw her face, I’m a screamer!

Wish I Could erase the sight from my mind!

 

 

I cried Ugh! Ahhh! Ohhh I grabbed the meat cleaver but, I couldn’t reach her but, I tried!

(solo)…But, one was out to get me that’s the way it seemed disappointed haunted are my dreams cause I saw her face now I’m a screamer!

Wish I could erase the sight from my mind!

I’m screamer Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m a screamer!(fade out).

 

Now here is the Monkees with the ordinal version:

 

Anything ever make you scream? If you liked this post give my  brother some love in the comments below.

 

New Worlds.

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Today, I thought I would try writing  a fictional  story in ten sentences ; hope you enjoy it.

All we wanted was a better life and so we packed up our belongings and we sailed to the new world.

We crammed ourselves into a tenement which was too small for one and we had three and one on the way.

Ivan worked long hours that barely paid the butcher and so I took in washing and Natasha went to school only there she was called Nellie.

We didn’t know the language and so Natasha was our hope, our interpreter, our guide; strange that roles reversed in this strange country and now the child must lead the parents.

It was raining the day Peter was born;  husband was working and so, I was left in the charge of Sarah down the hall with her hands cold as ice; her voice rough and scolding.

Peter thrived and I lived ;the years went by, only the children changed through the many years of drudgery and poverty.

The children grew up, Natasha , now officially Nelly, married an engineer named Harry and Peter died in 1913  at 17 young years, it wasn’t bullets, but influenza that took his young life away.

We lived a long life with 3 granddaughters , all with American names, to delight in and to take pride in.

Ivan went to be with the Lord in the year 1947 at 75 ; five years later Harry died of a heart-attack just 2 weeks before his third grandson was born.

Now, I lie here, 10 years later, a frail old woman dying with the old dear faces of the departed surrounding me ,greeting me, guiding me to another new world.

I Want New Shoes…I Want Them so Bad…

Another parody set to a Beatle’s song?

Afraid so.

I am beginning to think you believe they are the only group that has every existed!!

The only one that really counts, anyway.

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I Want New Shoes. (To the tune of: I Want You, by The Beatles)

I want new shoes

I want them so bad

I want new shoes

I want them so bad

It’s driving me mad

It’s driving me mad

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I want them so bad

I want new shoes

I want them so bad

It’s driving me mad

It’s driving me mad

 

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I want new shoes

I want them so bad

I want new shoes

I want them so bad

It’s driving me mad

It’s driving me mad

 

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But, I don’t have no money

No money, money, money

 

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I want new shoes

I want them so bad

I want new shoes

I want them so bad

It’s driving me mad

It’s driving me mad

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I want them so bad

I want new shoes

I want them so bad

It’s driving me mad

It’s driving me mad

Yeah

I’m so…..broke

 

What do you want so bad it is driving you mad?

 

WHAT GRAND-MOM WAS TODAY

 

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I asked for guest posts and I got what I asked for.

The invitation was answered by a friend  brave enough to be the first “official” guest blogger. She has a granddaughter she is raising and offers a humorous. look at what it is like trying to fulfill that role.

So, take it away Marilyn:

Wow, an opportunity to post on Rachael’s Blog, I accept the challenge, are you ready for this everyone? Well keep reading any way!!

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Trying to entertain a 3-year-old at my age is becoming not only a challenge, but absolutely silly sometimes! There are days I want to pull my hair out, or run away from home! But alas, I cannot do this. I have a beautiful grandchild that keeps me so busy and very much entertained I thought I would share a day in the life of WHAT GRANDMA WAS TODAY…..

Woken out of a dead sleep at 7 am is NOT my idea of fun!

I dragged myself up to find this child feeding herself breakfast, aka, a “brownie” or a cupcake! When I asked the child where she got it, she said it was in her room. OK, brownies in your room, hum.

Still not awake I let it slide……

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On to the next activity. So far I have worn a Burger King crown, while watching “wed widing hood” skip in and out of the room with her basket, scared away the big bad wolf, by way of the bathroom window, captured a huge creature in my bathtub with some toilet paper, and gave it a burial at sea, via the flush feature.

I have helped to create a masterpiece work of art using only my fingers and a touch screen tablet, added virtual stickers such as little chickens, stars, hearts, suns, and the color pink. (all while pretending I had my eyes closed because it was supposed to be a surprise!)
Enter the noise maker of the week. A toy guitar, which is so annoying and loud I had to pretend it was broken and hide it under the bed. I was the audience for a show last night, which started with this 3-year-old, wearing pink sparkle sunglasses, a tutu, and a headband around her waist, clearing her throat and asking “are you ready to rock and roll?”!

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*crickets*

That sound was me leaving my laptop to chase after said child who just looked at me and said she was driving her car, also known as her toy shopping cart.

Bring on the questions!! Why are you doing that? Why?

Crayons are not lipstick.
Walls are not paper.
Potty’s are not always for well, pottying.

Step stools are stages for performing.
The toy chair for the castle is too small for anyone to use as seat.
Grandma is too heavy to be pushed in a stroller.
Because I just hugged you five times two minutes ago.
No, mountains can’t talk, there is no boogie man, we already chased him away, not he’s not in the closet, or under the bed.

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Since I am starting to ramble, I will end it with this…..

If you want something to eat, you go to the Happy meal store.
If you need pink toilet paper, you buy it at the pink toilet paper store.
If you need a tiara you buy it at the tiara store.

If you need to get any sleep, you better do it between 12 am and 6 am because after that, forget all about doing anything, but entertaining a precious little child who has not a care in the world, and loves me unconditionally!

If you enjoyed this as much as I did give Marilyn some love in the comments below. I think she should write a blog: The Adventure’s of Grandma”

Lazy or Write my Blog Post.

 

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I feel lazy today, so I was wondering if anyone wants to write a blog post for me?

It better not be dumb…well any dumber than this one,that is. Anybody should be able to do that.

It can’t be 3 pages long,either. I tried that once, big flop.

You’ll have to watch your mouth a bit, I got three older sister who read this….rarely,but hell,you never know and then I will get a big sister lecture and you don’t want that on your conscious do you? (Yes, I realize I am in my late 40’s, problem is they don’t)

What about my kids?…yeah, like they ever read it.

It better be mildly funny….yes, like this… I’m thinking even Al Gore would have a shot at coming up with something.

Oh,you have better things to do? I’m thinking that includes most of the planet.

Check out my new guest page if you seriously would like to contribute something to the blog.