My last name has always been an issue. It's Czech, so I always hafta' spell it for folks. First name as well, much of the time. If I tell them Stephen, they still usually spell it Steven, unless I correct them, so I usually just go by Steve.
So, last night's "crime of opportunity" for my dog, happened swiftly and without remorse from him (as usual).
I was frying a ham slice that was just about done. I put some mustard on the side of the dinner plate on the table. Realized it was time for the evening news, so I took the 6 steps or so over to the livingroom and changed the channel on the remote. Came back to the kitchen and saw him licking his chops, and he bolted out of the room. I looked over to the frying pan--ham still cooking (safe). Then, I happened to look over to the plate on the table: that varmint had licked off all the mustard on the plate!!! What animal wolfs down mustard?!!
It should at least be worthy of the deed.
I haven't been able to obsess about the movies I would like to lately because DS really has control of the tv. I'm also trying to be a good mom and not let him watch tv all day, which seriously impedes my tv time.
But, I used to LOVE the Princess Bride and recite it along with the movie, too! AND Top Gun... back when Tom was Tom.
Does this mean you're a teacher?
Thankfully my kids were never into Barney.You're a nice Mom.
My kids have had TVs in their rooms since they were preschoolers. My DD got hers just before she was 2 years old with a built in VHS player (DVDs were not the thing in her childhood)
My Mom was over and my DD had been going through all of her Barney tapes and that dinosaur really worked on my last nerve. When she wanted yet another Barney tape I told her Mommy could not listen to Barney any more and to pick something else out. (mind you Barney was always background she was always crafting or building something, her hands were always busy from the time she could coordinate them) Well my Mom caught the sadness in the little tykes face and was so mad at me as if I slugged her or something. Geez. She said she'd be right back and walked out the door and came back with a TV with a VHS for her room. I was spared Barney from then on.
My mom's name is Sherri. No one can spell that. She's spent most of her life correcting people. So it's a mystery why she and my dad chose the name Marisa for me, which no one can spell correctly. I've seen it spelled Marrissa, Marissa, Marrisa, and, perhaps the most ridiculous, Merrissa.
