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Kids Allowance and Mom-Bucks As parents we don’t give our children Allowances. We may give them money, we buy them stuff they want but allowance - no. Especially for doing things they are suppose to do. Don’t get me wrong - if you give your children an allowance, there is nothing wrong with it. It’s just a choice we have made. But even though we don’t give an allowance - it doesn’t stop my child from coming up with intriguing new ways to get more money. Or getting more money from dear old mom and dad. Yesterday my little girl spent two hours quietly hiding in her club house [ under my pool table - What are kids doing ]. She didn’t want to be interrupted or seen - which made us even more curious. After the long wait - she came out with her master plan [ see copy below ] - I admit, it is an interesting idea - but I don’t think it will work - she over shot her expectations - according to her she wants to use monopoly money [ those bills are large denominations ]... we’ll have to negotiat

It's amazing what children will do when your not watching them..... Here I am doing some work on the computer and taking phone calls - and I notice that my kids are quite - way to quite. so like any good parent i raise my antenna and I hear them whispering and getting things from their rooms. So being the nosey parent that I am - I went to check on them. I don't know about your kids, but it's amazing what crazy ideas pop into my kids head..........

I was playing with the family in the pool this Sunday afternoon - thank God for day light saving time. But while we were having fun playing and laughing, screaming and basically making a fool of myself - there came a moment when I was tired and just wanted to take a breath. Ofcourse kids being kids - they wouldn’t stop. It got to the point where I almost lost my head and just thought of blurting out a yell - “Stop, leave me alone!”.... But it hit me. With no real effort my Dad crossed my mind. My Dad left when I was five and like in true form He started another family some where else. While I never “Hated” my father - I just couldn’t understand why he wasn’t with us - most of my young life I asked one question - why don’t I have a Dad? I wish I had a Dad - I need my Dad! When the news about my father’s death arrived - my Mother asked me “Are you Sad?” I replied with - I feel nothing. I didn’t hate him but I didn’t love him either - I had no feelings. A void, an emptiness… Then I though

Ok, I don’t know about you, but when I was a kid - I was afraid to go to the bathroom. Or should I say of using it - Why? Well, because when I was a kid my older sister decided that it would be funny for her and her friends to barge in while I was using it. Oh the scars...... So I grew up being very wary of being watched when I was - lets say busy doing my thing..... I still find it awkward to this day using public rest rooms. You know, it’s a private thing and having someone in the next stall - takes all the “personal private “ feeling away. But if your not shy and have no problem using the bathroom in public - maybe you’d be interested in using one of these “lavatories”.

My boy likes to fix his hair. In fact he likes a lot of wierd hair styles. He loves it when his big sister does his hair - she does the spiky thing and he goes wild. but he doesn't like it when you mess up his hair. And he especially hates it when he has a hard time getting it to look right. Considering he doesn't know how to comb his hair correctly.......