Archive for March, 2010
Chops (poem)?
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.
This is from the book The Perks of Being A Wallflower. It makes me cry every time I read it.
Ok, this is getting irritating, how would you handle it?
My husband has been deployed for over 14 months. In that time I have had our two children on my own, one of which has a mood disorder and has been hospitalized 3 times, the other is only 10 months old and had her own health problems, thankfully resolved at this point. I’m prior service, so I know how hard it is for my husband to be away from us and no matter how hard I think I have it I know in the end I was the lucky one to be home with the kids.
All through the deployment a few people have asked the typical ‘rude’ questions and made the typical ‘rude’ comments, such as "Don’t you think he’ll cheat?" or "My husband went on a business trip to Chicago for a whole week when our baby was only 8 months old, I totally know how you feel." I’ve shrugged them all off.
Now that he will be home shortly the comments are just rediculous. I posted something cute on facebook this evening about how I can’t wait to be kept up by his snoring and to trip over his combat boots again and a friend began telling me how I’d miss the silence. The comments continued until I was forced to delete the status.
The majority of our friends are excited and happy but a few are really starting to piss me off, sorry no nice way to say that.
On top of those few people, my mother in law is being pretty self centered as her first thought was that he could come over as soon as he comes home to help with things around their house.
Although most people describe me as someone who speaks her mind I have a hard time snapping at people and being rude but I’m fed up. The people who are whining and complaining or asking for help(yes my MIL is included there) have done little to nothing to help while he has been gone and it’s been a very hard year with one child in and out of the hospital, a baby who won’t take a bottle and my own parents ill.
I guess 14 months is my limit for taking other peoples bull, Im fed up and I really want to say something to these people because I have a feeling the comments and requests will only get worse when he comes home.
What can I say to the woman who keeps acting like having my husband home is an inconvienience?
And the one who keeps comparing her boyfriend’s trips out of town to a deployment?
And lastly, how on earth do I handle my mother in law when she insists my husband come over right away to help them?
Im ready to start snapping at people and although I have been super kind so far, if I snap it won’t be pretty.
Don’t try to fix stupid, perfect. For some reason that alone got through my sleep-deprived, nerve-fried, over-worked and over-tired brain.
Josiah, how I wish this were the case. My mother in law is younger than most, and has two other children. She also helps everyone else out (aka my husband’s ex wife) while offering no support to us. She has other sources for help but thinks my husband is the easiest. They have never been close, surprisingly.
You don’t need to snap. You don’t need to yell. You don’t need to be rude. These people have shown what kind of ‘friends’ they are. I’d not waste my time by telling them off before I deleted them. The ones you can’t avoid? Deal with them curtly, firmly, and from a unified front with your husband. Don’t try to fix stupid – just avoid it as much as possible, and make it brief/shallow when you can’t.
Your husband and kids are what matter. Life is too short to deal with the emotional drama of people who fill their empty lives with the stuff. Get rid of them.
(And if you tell them you are doing so…you are just inviting more of the same. Say nothing. Just do.)
Neighbor has sleep apnea.. noisy snoring how do i approach this ?
Ok my neighbor is a like 40 something guy and hes really fat. He works like crazy and Ive been mowing his lawn and walking his dogs for the better part of 2-3 years now. He works in California "we live in VA" apparently he is done working there and is back in VA for 4-6 months.
The problem is this. He doesnt sleep in his Master bedroom even tho the house is empty beside’s him in it. The bedroom he sleeps in is right next to mine. (this is a townhouse subdivision) I cannot stand his snoring anymore. Every single night i toss and turn and it takes me like an hour or more to fall asleep because the snoriliterallylly rumbles the walls and flooring. So he must have sleep apnea, how do i go about asking him to sleep in the bedroom’s on the other side of his house ? He is a end unit so he wouldnt bother other people if he simply moved 1 bedroom over..
I dont want to seem like a Jerk because he loaned me alot of money in the past for bills. I just cant stand the noise anymore.
No its not a matter of my bed being next to that wall… I can hear the noise accross my room and een in the hallway. He must be snoring extremely loud, because it litterally makes a rumble sound. My bed is on the otherside of my room anyway
Could you move your bed to the opposite side of the room? Also try buying an industrial metal fan. Those things are AWESOME for cutting nose out. The website shows a picture of one. I cant sleep without it!
How do I curb my boyfriend’s snoring/heavy breathing habits?
Don’t take this as being petty or picky, this is a real problem! LOL!
I love my man, but sometimes, he snores so loud, I want to pinch his nose shut with a clothespin! He’s trying the nose strips right now. They stop the snoring, but he breathes so heavily that they just make him wheeze! And THAT drives me crazier than the snoring does! Even when we’re awake, his breathing is so loud, I sometimes have to ask him to quiet it down or I just leave the room! I don’t wanna us to end up as one of those couples who doesn’t sleep in the same room! HELP!
Push him on his side or stomach. That is what I do…works everytime for me 
Zooey Snoring Like A Chainsaw
This dog’s snoring is right out of a movie. Stay until the end. It gets funnier as it goes on.
Duration : 0:0:47
Snoring and Teeth Grinding, Please Help!?
My girlfriend snores and grinds her teeth almost every night, I am really not sure how to help her, but I am getting less sleep every night and I’m almost at wits end…..Please Help!
Forgot to mention she is 29, 5′6" and weighs 111 pounds.
For the teeth grinding she needs to get a dental gaurd to wear at night. For the snoring she should see the doc to rule out sleep apnea or some other cause of her snoring that is correctable.
My Girlfriends snoring is getting louder and louder?
Hey. Need a little perspective on this; because it’s driving me nuts. My girlfriend used to snore quietly for a few nights once every 28 days or so; but over the course of the last three months, it’s gotten so loud, I can hear it two rooms down, with two earplugs in and a pillow over my head. I haven’t had a decent nights sleep in longer than I can remember. I’ve tried getting her to go to the doctors to get checked for that snoring sleeping sickness, whatever it’s called; but she agrees she should go, but doesn’t follow up. Same for trying to loose weight; she’s checked out the local fat club, but hasn’t gone. Trying to talk about it is getting harder and harder, she breaks down in tears the minute the subject gets brought up, and I’m just living on energy drinks to get though the day – which I Absolutely hate (the taste, the effect); but helps me function; so I just snap when she bursts into tears. I love her to bits; we normally have a lot of fun together, but the last three months have been absolute hell; and I’m not sure how much longer my co – workers will cover for me being less than together. With the exception of breathe right strips (she doesn’t want to go there), I’ve brought every single over the counter remedy from boots, and I am at my wits end.
Any advice, perspective, or otherwise great-fully received….
I’m UK based, guys; any serious advice?
There are many things on the market for this. And if she is willing a hot compress to the bridge of the nose along with a nasal decongestant will also help unless it is a condition that needs a surgery. But those should help a lot when it comes to this.
Also might want to check this out this also may help.
http://www.webmd.com/sleep-disorders/guide/five-natural-remedies-to-stop-snoring
DOC While You Were Snoring
DOC is an inspirational TV show from several years ago that is now playing on the Gospel Music Channel. In the show, Clint Cassidy (DOC) plays a country doctor who moved to NYC from Montana. At the end of each show DOC (Billy Ray Cyrus) sends a touching email to home.
Duration : 0:4:40
how can i stop my husband snoring?
i am about ready to kill him as i have a young baby and i often end up sleeping on the sofa (which doesnt help as i can hear him thru the baby monitor). i am so so tired. i ask him nicely, i hit him i try and wake him – none of this works. aaaaaarrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
My bloke has a snoring problem and often wakes our baby up during the night, if i dont kick or punch him i wake him up and tell him to lay on his side, it seems much quiter when he is on his side, well peace and quiet for 5 mins till he rolls back onto his back lol
What can I do to make the intro of my story better?
Here’s what I have:
The cool autumn breeze gently pushed my skirt along with it. Overhead a flock of birds were flying south, which I found odd since it was only September. The sun was falling back against the pink sky and I could see the rippling blue ocean going in, and out. In, and out.
“Well maybe you should get a job!” A screeching voice interrupted my moment of calm.
“Maybe you should go to yours, for a change!” I heard a door slam, then stomping on porch steps, and finally a car speeding off.
These are my parents, Joel and Karen. They keep a roof over my head, but I often wonder if they even remember that I’m here. When they aren’t drinking they’re fighting, and when they aren’t fighting they’re drinking. I try to get out of the house as much as I can. I often come to the park across the road and enjoy the view and the serenity of it all. As I turned to head back to the house to take care of my mother, particles of dirt sprinkled my eyes from the dust clouds left by the car. The steps groaned and creaked as I stepped on them, then headed into the house.
Our house isn’t much. It’s light brown on the outside, with a screen door and a heavy door behind that. On the inside the kitchen has a black-and-white tiling pattern on the floor, but it’s always so dirty that you could barely tell. I can barely remember what color the countertops are since they’re always cluttered with random objects. There’s a table pressed against the window on a far wall but I have no recollection of ever using it. The cabinets that line the walls are a light brown color, and their contents are various dishes and rags. The sink is always full of rotting dishes and the trashcan would be overflowing if we actually used it.
That’s where I was, in the kitchen. Mom was at the sink, attempting the dishes. I would take off my shoes in the house but there’s more dirt on the kitchen floor that there is on my shoes so I don’t bother. She doesn’t really see me; it’s like I’m a ghost to her. I walk past her into the narrow hallway with various school pictures of me from kindergarten until two years ago hanging on the walls. There are also a few holes in the wall from Dad’s drunken fights and rants with Mom. My door hinges squeak as I enter my room, which I try to keep tidy. My bed is a lumpy mattress on the floor with an old blanket covering it. I have two pillows, one that used to be my dad’s and has random stains all over, and the other is a Barbie one that I’ve had since I was little. The carpet covers most of the floor, except for near the window where it’s just the foundation of the house. There’s not much to say about the carpet, I guess. It’s white but older than I am, and is currently an indistinguishable color. The closet that’s about three feet from the foot of my bed is scarce, with just barely enough clothes to get me through a week. The ceiling light broke when I was seven and never got fixed, so I rely on a small lamp I keep on the floor next to my bed.
In case you haven’t guessed it, my family doesn’t have a ton of money. Mom has a job as a bartender at a restaurant a couple of miles out, but it doesn’t pay well and she hardly goes. It’s usually because she’s too hung over to get out of bed. Dad is in and out of jobs, though mostly out.
I sat down on my bed and grabbed my book and read for a while. There isn’t really anything else to do in the house. After a few hours Dad had come home, drunk and slurring and picking fights with Mom. I tried to drown it out by sinking deeper into the storyline of my book. Around midnight snoring was audible from the living room. I could hear Mom’s deep breathing coming from the bedroom and I knew that they were both asleep. Three light taps hit the glass on my window and I stood up to open it. It was my boyfriend, Bradley. That was our code: three light taps on the window.
The crisp autumn breeze tugged at [your] skirt, beconing it to follow.
As you may have guessed, my family does not have the wealth that is so envied and longed for. We are a modest family in a modest home. My mother works long hours but doesn’t complain. She is a bartender and has to put up with the abusive drunks at work.. and coming home… well, that is yet another story.
"It was [your] boyfriend Bradley. I have known him since we were kids. He was my best friend and once again, my rescuer. The three light taps is our code. The sweetest sound of taps seem to bring a sense of security that I wouldnever have known otherwise."