In an old dirt barn on an old broke ranch a rhino chewed an olive branch The branch broke off and he’s upset Killing trees causes him much regret But in the zoo he’s safe and sound Raised up off the muddy ground In a ratty, broke, ramshackled shed It looks like Farmer Brown is dead!
Part-time sewing is my passion even though I don’t know fashion I beat a drum to a different beat I don’t pull strings or stomp my feet I work part-time in my domain Orchestra music keeps me sane I write down a-many striking line Any solecism makes me whine This is true although its quick Lying to people makes me sick So drop on by and add your muse Did I mention I like the blues?
You can either free write using these questions as inspiration or answer the question as they are.
Who in your family was the person who made and enforced rules? My mom. I saw my dad get mad at my sister a few times but I don’t really ever remember getting in trouble with him.
Did you grow up with many rules, or was your life a little more flexible? I want to say that we had a lot of rules but they were reasonable. Don’t go places by yourself, no boys in the house if adults are not home, be home on time, if you aren’t where you are supposed to be just call. I feel like things were tight but I guess I always felt pretty safe.
Were you a rule follower or a rule breaker? Definitely a rule follower, and still one. I remember getting in trouble at school only a handful of times and they were all for not doing what I was supposed to, but nothing out of the ordinary. I gave a girl a “flat tire” in 3rd or 4th grade, I cheated on a chemistry test, I wrote the Lord’s prayer all wrong in 4th grade on my cutting board project, …The biggest rule I broke was when I first got my driver’s license. The rule was: no one else in the car until I was told it was okay, don’t go on the highway by yourself, don’t drink and drive, and don’t speed. Well, on the first day with my license I went and picked up my two best friends, hopped on the highway and drove to buy beer in the city. I didn’t drink it though! I was so scared because my father was my insurance agent and I was told that if I ever got a ticket they would take my license from me until I was an adult.
How were discipline and – in contrast – rewards managed in your household? Discipline was mostly just getting yelled at. I remember being little and being spanked. I didn’t get in trouble much so I don’t really remember being “grounded”. I think having a good life was the reward. My mom would come home with something little as a surprise or my dad would bring home a candy bar…
Were you given the opportunity to plead your case in matters of disagreement? For the most part, my mother was always right….and honestly, she was mostly right!
What tools did your parents use – ‘I’m going to count to three‘ or ‘don’t make me get up‘ or a time-out chair? I remember things like: “Say that again and I’ll wash your mouth out with soap”, “if I have to turn around..”, or THE LOOK!!!
Did fear of discipline curb your desire to break or bend the rules? Thinking back, I think I knew that the rules were pretty set so you either followed them or broke them.
Did your upbringing influence the way you (as an adult) managed rules in your own home? Definitely! I didn’t yell, I whispered (mostly). I spanked each of my kids once and thought it was the dumbest punishment. How does whacking your kid on the ass teach them anything? My mother was big on honesty and that was my biggest thing. It was always, “tell the truth and you will get a fair punishment, but if I find out you lied….”
Were you ever ‘grounded’? Do you want to share the story? Like I mentioned I don’t remember getting grounded. Apparently, if I did it wasn’t for anything exciting.
Did you break rules your parents never knew about? Want to confess and leave with a clear conscious? No? I broke the rules about drinking alcohol. I broke the rules about smoking pot, but that was about it.
As most of you know I pride myself on my creations. I love making miniatures and have been for quite a while now. I just sold a dollhouse. The customer sent me pictures and it was nearly destroyed in the mail. I had insurance and will file a claim, however, I leave a note in all my orders to please save the box and take tons of pictures if there are damages because that is what I need to make the claim. The thing that upsets me the most is that this customer accused me of sending an “old” dollhouse that was in poor condition. She said it had old, warped wood. To see my creation in so many broken parts breaks my heart but to then be told it looks like it is old! Well, I was polite in my response but now I do think she will leave a bad review. Funny part is, I don’t make much money on these, I do it mostly for the hobby part!
On a positive note I made this adorable trinket bowl:
In the three days since Richard had received the subpoena to testify at the trial, he had been frantically trying to formulate a defence. It didn’t need to be perfect, off key was fine. It just had to sound right, the rhythm, the style, the timing. Not too flat, not too sharp, not an octave too high, not a major, nor a minor.
If he was going to have any influence on this trial, he had to get his melody in tune, his harmony down pat and his song must be sung in perfect pitch.