September 2, 2006 by annadulcekelly.

I say this because I don’t understand this whole thing about “giving the kids more than I had when I was growing up”.  In fact I think this tendency has led to the lack of appreciation by the kids of what they’re being given.  There’s also the resulting lack of creativity and imagination.  Kids who don’t get what they want all the time learn to make do with what’s there or pretend there’s something there when there isn’t.  They learn to improvise.  I know when I was growing up, when we played house, we didn’t have to have those little tea sets and little chairs and tables.  We didn’t even have to dress up.  We just said that we’re wearing this, this part of the driveway is our bedroom, this pile of leaves are veggies we bought from the market.  The balcony next door is the school.  Play money?  Heck no, we’ll just write the denominations on little pieces of paper…the best kind of money is the type you print out of your own home, LOL.  All this because we can’t afford those fancy toys.  I did get Barbie dolls but they were all gifts from my uncle in Cali, except for the first one which I bought with my own Christmas money.  Also there was such great appreciation for every little gift that comes our way.  Our toys mostly stayed intact and complete for the longest time.  I am thinking that I probably had a more comfortable life than my parents did.  That’s probably why I didn’t turn out quite as good as they did.

 See, all this making up for whatever you didn’t have during your childhood…it backfires in a big way.  You give your kids everything you can afford to give them (and sometimes more than that).  And what do you get in return?  A lot more argument, a lot more expectations, a lot less consideration.  So why even start doing that?  I mean, think about it.  If you turned out pretty fine, why mess with the formula?  I dare say, if you turned out fine, then it’s safe to say that was a tried and tested formula.  Use it.

 When was the last time you ever read your kids’ reports and projects?  I dare say that kids CANNOT write anymore.  I think 7th graders write at the 2nd grade level.  It’s pathetic.  Why is this?  Lack of creativity, lack of imagination.  Everything is presented to them on a silver platter, everything is spoonfed to them, why bother thinking about things?  Why bother thinking?

 I bet you never thought that giving your kids everything you can led to them being more stupid than you ever thought possible.  And you dare complain about this to other people…repeatedly.  And it just never occurred to you that maybe, just maybe you were too damn nice.  Heck, everyone is being too damn nice.  What, people had such a hard time in school before so we make it easy now?  Oh, the red X’s made people feel bad because they made mistakes and someone pointed it out to them, so now we can’t have red X’s on returned exams?  Oh, PLEASE.  And what’s with this whole excuse of not checking for grammatical and spelling errors because the teachers are supposedly concentrating on the content?  What content?  Nothing makes sense, the least you can do is teach them to spell correctly.  Surely there’s nothing wrong with teaching them something.

Kids are so spoiled rotten and no one seems to be able to figure out that this all came about because the generation before wants to make life easier for them.  Well, an easier life does not a better person make.

But then again, what do I know, I’m not a parent.  Right?

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September 1, 2006 by annadulcekelly.

I do think that I live in a house full of dumbasses.  It’s nothing short of frustrating.  Sometimes I feel like I want to hurt someone, preferably someone else.  It gets even more frustrating when DH just stands by and takes it all in.  That’s great, encourage them to be better dumbasses than ever…or worse…just more dumbass than before.  And he dares complain to me when he sets himself up to get a kick in the butt down the road.  Sometimes it makes me sorry I made the choices I made.  I know I chose to live with him and his faults.  I just didn’t think I’ll be living with people who get dumber by the day.

 There’s the eldest dumbass with no sense of logic at all.  He’d buy whole slabs of steak, whole sides of ribs, big amounts of meat.  His dad would buy one box of fish sticks.  Wouldn’t you know it, the dumbass will eat up all the fish sticks and not touch his meat for a while.  What’s the big deal?  Well, dad doesn’t eat meat.  Also dumbass is earning enough to buy some fish for himself if he’s going to eat a whole box in one sitting.  He eats too much anyway.  In 10 years he’ll be a fat slob, just like he accuses his dad of being.  He’ll be even worse because he wouldn’t have accomplished as much but he’d have gotten in more trouble, all because he refuses to use what little brain is left in his stupid head.

He argues about how the fridge is not cold enough, how there’s not enough space in the fridge, how there aren’t enough dishes or pans or utensils that are clean, how things are just wrong in the house.  Well, he can damn well afford to leave, and that would just make everything better for everyone anyway.  But of course, with him being a “fumb duck” we can’t expect him to think about that.  I mean, come on, think about everyone’s welfare too?  That’s too much strain on the microscopic brain that’s bouncing in that cement skull of his.

And then of course there’s this younger dumbass who thinks that the older dumbass is all that.  I once thought there was hope for him.  Not anymore.  I don’t care if the shower curtain isn’t closed anymore when there’s no one showering.  I don’t care if he does everything right.  As long as I see shades of the older dumbass in him, it’s never going to be right.  With that said, I conclude it will never be right.

There’s also a female dumbass who has been getting better, as far as behavior around the house, but her head is still in the clouds.  I’m sure everyone in school and in the local paper thinks she’s the bomb.  Whatever.  Try living with her.  Try walking in her bedroom.  Try figuring out why all of a sudden her computer can’t detect the wireless network when it worked before.  Try figuring out why she keeps leaving dishes on the floor when she keeps stepping on them and breaking them.  For someone supposedly smart and active, she sure has a filthy, disgusting room.

All this stupid behavior could be curbed, if the dad would just follow through.  He’d start something and then lose track.  I don’t know why he even complains about how they don’t take him seriously.  Well, DUH.  Maybe, just maybe, they know that you’re only gung-ho at the start…then when you get frustrated enough you’ll give up.  And they are used to waiting for that, because it comes sooner each time.  Again, DUH!

I am so close to telling him to his face that his kids are stupid…and they’re getting more so because he tolerates it.

And then there’s the dumbass dog…but at least she’s quite lovable.  The rest of the dumbasses can go to hell anytime.

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