DOES ANYONE HEAR ME??

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noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 15:01:00 +0000

I was yelled by Ree Ree that I haven't posted anything..so for right now...this is my entry.

Mare-ism Monday---Installment #7

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 21:14:00 +0000

Childhood memories....

Ah the good ole' days. I remember.....

-Riding my bike, at the age of 6, thru the dirt path up to the gas station w/ a note from my mom asking for permission to sell 2 packs of Kent and 2 packs of Parliament cigarettes. It read as such:

To Whom it may concern:

Please sell 2 packs of Kent and 2 packs of Parliament cigarettes to my daughter, Kathleen.

Thank you, Mrs. Ralph Kozanda

And my special treat was to keep the change, which normally, would include a few pieces of penny candy.

-Finding out about your period and "Santa" all in the same day at the mere age of 10. This was actually Ree Ree's experience but nonetheless pretty upsetting, even until this day.

-Having such horrible sun poisoning, at the age of 16, with blisters the size of quarters on your lips. Begging to go to the doctor but instead was told "Put a tea bag on it. It will help the swelling." NOT QUITE...the only thing it did was stain the blisters BLACK for 3 days.
Yep--just another of Mare's own homemade remedies that didn't make much sense.

-Eating pot roast 3 out of the 7 days of the week. Sorry Mare--but it was soooo tough and dry and has ruined me for good. Even the best floss couldn't get it out of our teeth.

-Getting thrown (OK not literially) outside telling us not to come back until lunch time at 7:30 in the morning. We would roam the neighborhood, mooch off the nice neighbors and one of my sisters (who will remain nameless) threw herself into her creative mode making beautiful sand castles in the neighbors sand box. Only to contract some type of worm causing us to all have to take some strange type of medicine.

-Almost calling 911 in the middle of the night cause Mare decided to eat a hostess "Snowball" causing a "cat coughing a hairball up" type incident. You know the tasty treat....white coconut fluffy marshmellowie frosting on the outside and chocolate cake and vanilla cream on the inside. Mmmmmm.... I suppose the creamy inside was calling her name.
Chew and Chew Mare.

-Telling us to "Put your hands up" when you are choking. Oh yeah--that will really help the food come up.

-Doing 4 loads of your own laundry to find $5 float in the dryer--woohoo--Jackpot. Only to hear Mare yell--"That's my money."

I'm sure I could think of a dozen more, as well as my sisters. Sorry to have been delayed in getting this up but my New Years Resolution was to try to cut back on the PC.

Mare-ism Monday---Installment #6

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 20:52:00 +0000

"I had to walk up hill --both ways to school! With no shoes on! In the snow!"

Come on-you know you've heard that one before, right? And you always said, "I'll never say ANYTHING like that to my kids." However, the opposite is true. You hear yourself saying those things like that or "I'll give you something to cry about."

But what if some of the things you were told were umm... a little bit different. Such as the sayings Mare spouted:

"I once knew a kid that...( you get to fill in the blank. Big Mare knew everyone that had a strange ailment or died a strange death such as:)

....died from choking on a superball.

....head blew up from standing on their head too long.

....had bugs in their hair for not brushing it.

....had their teeth rotted out of their mouth for not brushing them.

Yes, they are a bit far fetched but when you are 6--quite believeable.

Christmas Pictures

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 22:45:00 +0000

OK--so I'm a little late posting some pictures but we had an awesome time at Ree Ree's on Christmas eve and at Kelly's on Christmas Day.
The kids got the stomach flu the Sunday after Christmas so laundry loads of 3 sheets, 2 pillows, 5 pairs of pj's, 3 stuffed animals, 4 blankets, numerous pairs of undergarmets, bathroom rug later, they are all doing fine.

Mare-ism Monday---Installment #5

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Mon, 29 Dec 2008 17:50:00 +0000

Well, the kids have the stomach flu. I remember when I was a kid and had the stomach flu, I always wanted my mom. Well, when my kids have the stomach flu all I want--- my mom.
Boy, it sure is not fun. The two boys had the courtesy of coordinating their efforts by puking at the same time, They finally settled down to go to sleep around 3:00am. Good times. Good times.

Anyway, Big Mare was great when we were sick with the stomach flu. We always had 7up for our tummy, crackers and soup. Big Mare would set us up on the couch w/ a puke bowl, blankets and the TV. Most times she would lay with us which was a comfort to us and it also gave her a little extra sleep. Anyone that knows Big Mare--understands that she loves her sleep. And yes--all 4 of her daughters take after her. (From what I understand, this is a family trait on the Bossinger side:)

When we were sick w/ a cold, Vicks was the cure all. She would slather it on nice and thick.
'Rub Vicks on your chest, under your nose, etc. It will make you feel better and help you breathe."

OH-- and I can't forget the Caladryl Lotion. Ya know--the thick, minty smelling, pink stuff that was used when you got the chicken pox to stop the itching. It was a common remedy for any type of itch in our house--any!

Going to the doctor was always fun. Good ole Dr. Tanrikalu at the Whiting Clinic. If we were lucky enough to be sick enough and go, we would get McDonald's afterwards and sometimes coloring books and crayons.

I sure don't know how Mare did it w/ 4 sick kids at a time. Perhaps it was the age difference from the older two and the younger two but I give her "props" for doing it.

Thanks mom for taking good care of us. I hope I could be just as good w/ my kids.

Mare-ism Monday---Installment #4 and 1/2

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Wed, 24 Dec 2008 06:12:00 +0000

To my mother at Christmas. You must know how much I love you. For I took hours to construct this beautiful poem, in just your honor.

‘Twas the night before Christmas at 936 Spruce Drive.
Big Mare’s daughters were excited and felt so alive.

The kitchen was packed full of good stuff to eat,
Turkey, Ham, and of course something sweet.

On weekdays the cupboard was stocked very full,
Cupcakes and Ho Ho’s, Ding Dongs and Swiss Rolls.

For holidays we would bake dozen of treats,
To take to Grandmas --to enjoy and to eat.

The Cookies wrapped in foil-- made a big twinkle,
Peanut butter, chocolate chip and Mare’s famous Crinkles.

It was time to go,--out the back door we went,
To fill the blue Ford Escort –the one with a dent.

Then all of a sudden, arouse such a crash,
We saw Big Mare’s arms--- fly up in a flash.

We looked down to see and made a big gasp,
Only to find Big Mare had fallen on her ass.

She looked up perturbed, as if woken out of bed,
“GET THE DAMN COOKIES”, was all that she said.

We wanted to ask if all was OK,
But if we didn’t save the cookies ---Oh the price we would pay.

Go Ree Ree, Go Leenie, Go Megzy and CoCo,
Pick up the cookies or we’re stuck with just Ho Ho’s.

Big Mare lay like a tick ready to pop,
Pointing her finger—“Be sure to get every last drop.”

We scattered and scurried to pick up the crumbs,
Frost bitten and cold with bleeding knuckles and thumbs.

The last cookie we salvaged from winters cold frost,
Our attention turn to Mare, who looked very lost.

We laughed at her hysterically to get her upright,
She glared and responded, “Kiss my ass you bitches-stay home tonight.”

Mare-ism Monday---Installment #4

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 19:35:00 +0000

Has been delayed until Wednesday---something really special.
To keep yourself occupied until then....

Go for "a" starbucks.
or
Go out for a coke.

(Ha--just a few Mare-isms to hold you until Wed.)

Like Mother, Like Daughter

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 20:50:00 +0000

This afternoon, I sent Abbey to go potty upstairs. After about 5 minutes, I asked her what she was doing and she said wiping herself w/ a wipe.

Well...I don't have baby wipes in the bathroom and Aaron was sleeping so I know she didn't get one from his bedroom. I ran upstairs and yep--she wiped her little bottom with..

Apparently, she loves Clorox wipes as much as I do except she uses hers in a personal way. Needless to say, she received an early bath but never complained of any burning or issues down below.

Mare-ism Monday---Installment #3

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 17:37:00 +0000

Big Mare knows how to come up with some doozie's. Just when I thought I would have to sit back and think about what to post, or dig around for something to tell, she just whips one up for me.

Each year, at Christmas Time, my 3 sisters, mom and I try to go shopping together and then out to dinner. This years shopping took us for a little visit to the hotel where my Uncle Larry and cousin Sean were staying. We decided to surprise them, knock on their door, cover the peep hole, and proceeded to sing Deck the Halls just like they do in The Christmas Story---FARR LA LAARR. Anyway, we arranged to meet Sean for dinner after our shopping at Olive Garden.

We somehow got on the subject of smoking, (probably talking about the last Mare-ism). We were discussing how smokey it can get in restuarants and how most places do not even allow it anymore. In true Big Mare fashion--a big light bulb went off above her head. She perched herself on the edge of her , back straight as a board and put her hands in the air making a box shape and said:

"I just don't know why, with all the spacemen flying up into space, and all that space up in space, why those NASAWWW (NASA -but Mare pronounces is w/ the AWW at the end)-why those NASAWWW people cannot just find an invention to just suck this smoke right up into space."

We stared at her, looked at each other and burst out laughing---hysterically laughing. Our cousin Sean was politely trying not to laugh but how could one not.

Again, in true Mare fashion, she started rocking back and forth--back still straight--chuckled w/ us, ran her fingers thru her hair and scurried out to have a cigarette. I believe she may have called us a bunch of profane names before she walked out but I couldn't quite hear her. I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out of Olive Garden for being so loud.

We are so blessed that Big Mare has a sense of humor and does not hold grudges. I found out that she has read the Mare-isms and said, "Ya--I guess they are sort of funny."

Mare-ism Monday---Installment #2

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 20:16:00 +0000

So... Big Mare has found out about Mare-ism Monday. She refuses to read it. I told her that it is nothing bad but it is actually quite humerous. I told her she would probably get a big kick out of it however, she still refuses. She said maybe, "One day". I said, yes, "One day, when I publish my book about her." She chuckled and said, "Oh..I'll probably be dead when that happens". Now.... she says this alot. I'm starting to think that perhaps that the will to live is starting to dwindle in Big Mare. She was diagnosised w/ COPD this past week and is feeling a little down about herself. I want to think, (and smokers correct me if I am wrong) this should be the time to quit.

My sisters and I have always gotten on her case about smoking. In fact, one of my greatests visions of Big Mare, is sitting at the kitchen table, head lowered with her thumb holding up her forehead with her lit cigarette between her fingers. All the while, with her other hand, grasping her luke warm cup of coffee made w/ a half of cup of milk and 3 full tablespoons of sugar. Or, "occassionally", (def of "occassionally: 3/4 of the time), Mare would also try to wedge the phone between her opposite ear and shoulder, telephone cord stretching as far as it could go because sitting right by the phone was out of the question. Lastly, out of a nervous habit, she would shake her legs, later to be known as restless leg syndrome, so the entire table would rattle. Oh what a site to behold. Multi tasking at its greatest. I guess that's who I get it from.

I often wondered as a child and even question now : How the hell did she never set her hair on fire? Who the heck could spend so much time on the phone? (I realized the answer to this just in the last few years.) What or who does the word "typical" refer to? How the heck could somone smoke so much without even a breath of fresh air in between?

When the latter and similar questions about her smoking has been asked of Big Mare, the responses were:

"I don't puff them all. I let them burn and put them out."
"My cough is not from smoking, it's from the radiation from the whooping cough as a child."
"They never told us smoking was bad when pregnant." (Hence the low birth weight of us all.)
"Smoking was never as bad 20 years ago, now they are more addictive."
"Everyone that smokes has Emphsema."
"Second hand smoke doesn't cause cancer, it's just an old wives tale."
Cough Cough Cough, Hack Hack Hack, Puff Puff Puff "I think (Puff) I have pneumonia (Puff)."
"I cut down to 2 packs a day."
"Hey, if you go to the store, pick me up a pack of cigarettes." Me: "You just got a pack this morning?" Mom: "It for tomorrow."

Ok-so maybe this sounds a little mean, but maybe it's the motivation she needs to get on track to a non smoking life style. I want Big Mare to be around for a long time for my own selfish reasons. I want her to watch my kids graduate high school, college and get married.

SO GET ON IT MARE! START LIVING A SMOKE FREE LIFE!

Tis the season to be singing

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Sun, 07 Dec 2008 23:50:00 +0000

I just overheard Abbey singing a lovely Christmas ditty...

Halleluijah, Halleluijah.......Everybody dance now....

Need I say more..

USPS

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 19:52:00 +0000

OK--does anyone know if the USPS guy is allowed to smoke in his truck? I purchased a few things that were delivered by the mailman and they REEEK of cigarette smoke. On Monday, I thought maybe it would be just a one time thing but yesterday and today, I received 2 more packages and they smell so bad that I had to throw the box away.

Guess I'm just blowing smoke (ha ha) but I paid good money for these items and am sad that they are stinky. :(

UPDATE: The USPS DID call me back. Funny---the guy said that no--he our temporary carrier doesn't smoke cigarette's, he smokes cigars. YUCK. He is not allowed to smoke in the truck and only on breaks and lunch.

Weekly Mare-ism.

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 13:35:00 +0000

I have decided to post a Weekly Mare-ism. What is a Mare-ism? ---well, Big Mare--aka, my mom, is lovingly known as "Big Mare". Not sure how we started calling her that instead of mom but it has just stuck.

Our mother is a ...umm...cough cough...hmm hmmm.. a little different. I'm not sure if it due to growing up the only girl w/ 4 other boys but she is definately a little strange. She loves the comfort of her own home and her lounge clothes. So it is not uncommon to go for a visit and she is wear pajama bottoms, hoodie w/ the hood on, and a robe all at the same time. INSIDE the house. We are not sure what fashion magazine or show she saw this ensemble on, but I, and my sisters do not take on her fashion sense.

Don't get me wrong, we love our mother. She was great to us growing up, made dinner everyday an did what she could for us. But boy....did she, and still does, come up w/ some doozies. Perhaps it is the cigarettes that have burned off a few cells in her brain, --not sure --but here are a few that might seem "typical" from mother and others that will make you scratch your head...

'I'll give you something to cry about.' (However, she would be chasing us around the house, not once catching us as we laughed and ran into our rooms. She was so tired from chasing us that she never made it up the stairs to finish the task.) Now, I know what you are all saying. My parents said this too but did yours follow up w/ "You better not let me catch you, 'cause if I start beating, I'll never stop." Like I said, not once, were we caught, nor do I think it was her intention to beat us but to just scare the heck out of us.

"I once knew a kid...." ( She has and still uses this line whenever she can. She will finish it with comments such as... " who choked on a superball" or "who died, walking up hill both ways to school w/out any shoes on" or something really outlandish about a kid dying.)

One of the latest and greatest is regarding my little nephew Mason. He was running a fever yesterday and she said "Maybe he has a fever cause he ate too much"... HUH? What the HECK???

Where does she get this stuff? More to come in the future... Stay tuned.

Where's the beef???

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 14:45:00 +0000

Anyone ever order Omaha Steaks? We did over the summer and got some great deals. However, now that we don't grill out as much, we haven't ordered lately because we still have a freezer full. Well, we are literally being stalked by brochures in the mail 3-4 times a week, phone calls 3-4 times a week pand emails 2 times a day. I never had a complaint about the food, in fact, we really enjoyed it. I never thought we would have been stalked by the beef lady. Now I have a complaint and what did Leenie do? I bet those that know me best know......

I wrote a letter of course:) I never thought we would have been stalked by the beef lady.

The Sky Has Fallen....

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 22:05:00 +0000

Over at my house anyway... I can now say my husband and I had a fight over a "Bucket of Chicken". Yep..you read it right a BUCKET O' CHICKEN fight.
Dan's friend and kids are coming over tonight and Dan said he would pick up dinner. Since he has a Doctor appt after work, he will be in the Highland area. Here is how the conversation went..

D: How 'bout I pick up a bucket of chicken.
K: Where the heck are you gonna get a BUCKET of chicken?
D: I don-no, maybe Browns?
K:-(Thinking, not really saying DO THEY REALLY STILL MAKE BUCKETS OF CHICKEN???) so I said--I really don't want a BUCKET of chicken for dinner. How about Buffalouies. I don't want fried chicken in a BUCKET.
D: I already talked to Kyle and told him we are going to get a BUCKET of chicken.
K: FINE! Get your BUCKET of chicken and me and the kids will eat something else.
D: FINE! CLICK--and I hung up.
I immediatly started laughing hysterically wondering who the hell gets in a fight over a BUCKET 'O Chicken??? So I called him back laughing.

D: So what do you want for dinner if you don't want a BUCKET of Chicken.
K: Buffalouies.
D: But you said you didn't want chicken.
K: I said I didn't want a BUCKET of chicken.
So again, we started arguing about the BUCKET of chicken again.

Is it me or is it just wrong to put chicken in a BUCKET? It just does not sound appetizing to me. I guess it's because I get DEATHLY ill when I eat KFC. This was the most ridiculous fight we have ever had and most humerous. It makes me laugh everytime I think about it. Has anyone else had a ridulous fight like this?

Parental Control?

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 16:06:00 +0000

Does anyone have a parental control blocks on their PC? If so, what do you recommend? I just want to make sure now that Aidan is starting to use the PC more that we are covered. He tried to pull up the lego webite or nick jr or something like that and got something that I wish he wouldn't have seen. Just one little typo and BOOM... your child innocence could be lost.

Please let me know what you suggest.

Pondering....again

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 20:07:00 +0000

Why is that everyone, well woman, when they go to the OB/GYN, they HAVE to wear socks. I know I do. I HAVE to make sure that I have them readily available even if I wore flip flops to the doctor. It makes no sense at all. Is it so we cover what little dignity we have left? Isn't is more embarressing that umm..hmm.. other things are being looked at and not your feet? I just thought it was a little ironic after thinking about it for a while.

EXPLOSIVE GAS IN MY HOUSE TODAY!

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 03:06:00 +0000

I am not kidding...

Aaron tortured my Carbon Monoxide detector so I had to buy a new one. I thought I would spend the extra bucks to get the pimped out one that also detects explosive gas and natural gas too.

I was blow drying my hair and it started to go off. Usually, it is the lil man himself (Aaron) pushing the button w/ a big toothy grin but not this time. I ran over to it to see what is was blinking and it had some odd numbers on it. I started to worry, staring down at it smelling something strange and quite disgusting not thinking it could have been this gas old thing sitting in front of it.............

Yes.. for those that don't know, we have a dog name Sydney. She is old as you can see. She also has horrible gas and apparently it's explosive..... HA.

CHER! OH MY

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 21:38:00 +0000

Ok- I just watched Cher on Ellen. I feel sorry for the ole' gal. She was slumpped over in the chair and her face barely moved. Her tone of voice was just as expressionless as her face. She was asked a series of questions by Ellen and she couldn't answer some of them. They were about her personal life---how could you not know?? She just answered "I don't know". She either needs a really long vacation or is on a really long vacation if you know what I mean.

Don't Forget

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 14:20:00 +0000

Don't forget to vote tomorrow! It is your right and privilege to do so.
If you don't, then you can't complain about who is nominated :)

Halloween

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 15:40:00 +0000

Happy Day-after Halloween! I could just feel my pants getting tighter by the second. Thought I would share some pics of the kids. Aidan was Darth Vader, minus the mask--he said he didn't like it over his face. Abbey was Cinderella and Aaron was Mickey Mouse thank to Mommy25. They looked so cute and had a ball.

Should I Indulge Myself??

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 21:44:00 +0000

I just saw that you could down The New Kids on the Block's Greatest Hit for $5.99 from iTunes. Should I or shouldn't I? Is it worth it? Would you do it?

Cavity Free

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 17:59:00 +0000

Well, Abbey and Aidan went to the dentist today and have been declared cavity free. YEEE HAW. I couldn't believe that Abbey actually let the dentist polish her teeth. She, of course, had to sit on my lap but as long as she allowed them to work, I was fine w/ that.

Aaron actual was very good too. He sat in his stroller eating teddy grahams and actually got his teeth looked at. I was concerned that all his molars weren't in and his eye teeth aren't in yet.
But all is normal and the kids got a trip to the treasure chest and received a new tooth brush.

I was so happy with them that I bought them chocolate shake from McDonalds.

STAY TUNED....

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 16:11:00 +0000

Abbey goes to the dentist for the first time tomorrow. Since she didn't do so well at her doctor appt 3 months ago, I'm curious to see what her reaction is.

She loves to brush her teeth so maybe it won't be so bad. I've also planned to 'play' dentist later today so she is familiar with what will happen.

Ohh-- and I've also signed her up for preschool 2 days a week starting in 2 weeks. Hopefully she will stay healthy we won't have any flair ups of her past breathing problems. She's been off her meds for about a year now. YEAH.

Priorities

noreply@blogger.com (Leenie) — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 01:11:00 +0000

I watch TV, read magazines, blogs and the internet. I'm so thankful to God that my priorities for my children are on the right track.
Although I do not claim to be the best mother. I do TRY to be the best I can be, which, as you mom's know can be tough.
I am proud that I am raising them to have faith. I am proud that if they need to go to the doctor I can take them. (This includes the shrink in about 5 years when his parents are sort of nuts, just kidding, uuuuhhhh hopefully.)

I am proud that they mind their manners (for the most part).

I am proud to buy them clothes at Walmart and Target. (We did not have a lot of money growing so we did buy our clothes at such places and we were taught not to be ashamed of it.) Hey--remember Venture? IT ROCKED.
I'm proud that my child will never go to school saying that a Presidental candidate is a baby killer.
I'm proud that some of my kids best friends will be their cousins. (Oh, I've been informed by Aidan that Olivia and Brandon his cousins also:)

I so happy to have my sisters and good friends to help me thru my parenting when I need it. Thanks guys.