"Louisiana "La-yers" Peeps"

[chickenbelle]

Our 13yr old won Reserve La Bred on her dairy goat. Prize for her was $250.00. Tomorrow and the next day she shows her two Yorkshire pigs the gilt and barrow

Way to go! congrats!

 

[TerriLaChicks]

He works cheap....usually for food...lol. Seriously though, I wouldn't recommend giving him full naming privileges though. His grandma did once with her new puppy and ended up with a dog named PookieKins Angelface

. Goodness only knows what sort of monikers he'd stick your poor animals with.........

I guess maybe it's his way of getting revenge for being named after a Duck in a cartoon strip (Wade from Garfield) and being raised by a person who modeled their parenting style from the dad in Calvin and Hobbs.

Oh, the explanations I used to give my kids for things. The best one was my method of controlling my daughter at WalMart. I had her convinced that their was a "bad kid" room behind the customer service desk (we saw an employee take their child who happened to be throwing a fit through the door one day). That if kids were too bad in the store, I told her, the employees could confiscate them and hold them in that room till their parents were finished shopping, at which point they could be bailed out. However, if they went to the bad kid room 3 times, they became property of WalMart and were sent in the tractor trailers (the trailers with the holes in them) to the secret training facility to be made into checkout people, which is why those people were so unhappy and mean all the time (They were slaves after all). If she started having a fit, all I had to do was point at an employee (the red smock made that very easy) and say, "You know...they are watching you. If I were you, I'd calm down: you know I can't stop them from putting you in the bad kid room". Man, she would snap into line instantly.

My daughter bought it hook-line-and sinker and things were going great till she decided it was her civic duty to warn her kindergarten classmates about the dangers of WalMart.

Her teacher didn't find it very amusing.

Thanks for my laugh for the day --- that is imaginative and hilarious!

 

[TerriLaChicks]

Our 13yr old won Reserve La Bred on her dairy goat. Prize for her was $250.00. Tomorrow and the next day she shows her two Yorkshire pigs the gilt and barrow

Congratulations and good luck w/the pigs!

 

[TerriLaChicks]

We just had a "Welcome Back Sun" party. I sang Here Comes the Sun by the Beetles and the girls ate their fill of yogart. Yea!!!! Sun's back!

My 4 new fuzzy butts

Amen on the sunshine! planning to get outside & trim hedges today!
And congrats on the new fuzzy butts -- what breeds?
Now I'm wanting to break out my incubator again!

 

[PrimroseMom1]

He works cheap....usually for food...lol. Seriously though, I wouldn't recommend giving him full naming privileges though. His grandma did once with her new puppy and ended up with a dog named PookieKins Angelface

. Goodness only knows what sort of monikers he'd stick your poor animals with.........

I guess maybe it's his way of getting revenge for being named after a Duck in a cartoon strip (Wade from Garfield) and being raised by a person who modeled their parenting style from the dad in Calvin and Hobbs.

Oh, the explanations I used to give my kids for things. The best one was my method of controlling my daughter at WalMart. I had her convinced that their was a "bad kid" room behind the customer service desk (we saw an employee take their child who happened to be throwing a fit through the door one day). That if kids were too bad in the store, I told her, the employees could confiscate them and hold them in that room till their parents were finished shopping, at which point they could be bailed out. However, if they went to the bad kid room 3 times, they became property of WalMart and were sent in the tractor trailers (the trailers with the holes in them) to the secret training facility to be made into checkout people, which is why those people were so unhappy and mean all the time (They were slaves after all). If she started having a fit, all I had to do was point at an employee (the red smock made that very easy) and say, "You know...they are watching you. If I were you, I'd calm down: you know I can't stop them from putting you in the bad kid room". Man, she would snap into line instantly.

My daughter bought it hook-line-and sinker and things were going great till she decided it was her civic duty to warn her kindergarten classmates about the dangers of WalMart.

Her teacher didn't find it very amusing.

Ok. You gave me the first huge belly laugh of the day!

I think most parents come up with necessary stories to get reasonable behavior from their children in public, but yours takes the award for so many creative layers.

I used the "I think I see a policeman coming to see if you put on your seatbeat" "Santa is watching" "the tooth fairy doesn't come for dirty teeth", but the Walmart story is the best.

 

[kuntrygirl]

Our 13yr old won Reserve La Bred on her dairy goat. Prize for her was $250.00. Tomorrow and the next day she shows her two Yorkshire pigs the gilt and barrow

CONGRATULATIONS !!!!!!!!!!

 

[1MrsMagoo]

Ok. You gave me the first huge belly laugh of the day!

I think most parents come up with necessary stories to get reasonable behavior from their children in public, but yours takes the award for so many creative layers.

I used the "I think I see a policeman coming to see if you put on your seatbeat" "Santa is watching" "the tooth fairy doesn't come for dirty teeth", but the Walmart story is the best.

Thank you....thank you very much.

Our boys were always so easy to fool and feed a line of crapola to. I mean geesh, I bought their Christmas presents with them along and they never caught me...ever. Our daughter was a different story from day one. She was always tall for her age and really quick about getting things. She busted us on the Christmas present thing by the time she was two.

When she was small, she was always very curious, observant, and in a hurry to go anywhere and everywhere whether you wanted her to or not. Which meant, she would let go of your hand and slip away in a second. This was pretty scary in public, hence the WalMart story, but so much worse in parking lots.

One day she asked about all the large dark stains on the ground in the parking lot (oil and other car fluid leaks) and I saw an opportunity. I put on my most concerned almost sad face and told her, "Well sweetie, those are all that is left of the poor children who've been run over after they ran away from their parents. The cars squish them and every time one is hit they leave that mark." She understood and was better for a while. However, that one didn't last as long since she never SAW any kids get squished and leave the "spot". Trust me, she kept her eyes peeled for it to happen too. Finally, after seeing one too many kids not holding their mom or dad's hands and NOT getting squished she busted me about it. It was good while it lasted though.

I am happy to report after many years of telling my children many, many tales such as the one above they have all managed to survive me. The only permanent damage is a slightly warped sense of humor, which I can live with.

Around here, I don't think a normal person would survive or tolerate us too long: you have to be slightly off to enjoy our company!

 

[LAchickenMESS]

Thank you....thank you very much.

Our boys were always so easy to fool and feed a line of crapola to. I mean geesh, I bought their Christmas presents with them along and they never caught me...ever. Our daughter was a different story from day one. She was always tall for her age and really quick about getting things. She busted us on the Christmas present thing by the time she was two.

When she was small, she was always very curious, observant, and in a hurry to go anywhere and everywhere whether you wanted her to or not. Which meant, she would let go of your hand and slip away in a second. This was pretty scary in public, hence the WalMart story, but so much worse in parking lots.

One day she asked about all the large dark stains on the ground in the parking lot (oil and other car fluid leaks) and I saw an opportunity. I put on my most concerned almost sad face and told her, "Well sweetie, those are all that is left of the poor children who've been run over after they ran away from their parents. The cars squish them and every time one is hit they leave that mark." She understood and was better for a while. However, that one didn't last as long since she never SAW any kids get squished and leave the "spot". Trust me, she kept her eyes peeled for it to happen too. Finally, after seeing one too many kids not holding their mom or dad's hands and NOT getting squished she busted me about it. It was good while it lasted though.

I am happy to report after many years of telling my children many, many tales such as the one above they have all managed to survive me. The only permanent damage is a slightly warped sense of humor, which I can live with.

Around here, I don't think a normal person would survive or tolerate us too long: you have to be slightly off to enjoy our company!

I think we'd get along well. I just wish I'd thought of those stories myself when the kids were younger. Now my kids are just weary and even when I'm telling the truth, they look at me sideways and wait for the punchline.

 

[1MrsMagoo]

I think we'd get along well. I just wish I'd thought of those stories myself when the kids were younger. Now my kids are just weary and even when I'm telling the truth, they look at me sideways and wait for the punchline.

Well, their are always grandkids to corrupt!!

It's very rare I can get anything past our daughter. The boys though (now 28 and 24) still fall for a fair share of what I tell them. Sadly for them, they've put themselves in the position for me to keep messing with them. They call me the human dictionary, human encyclopedia, etc. So, instead of looking things up for themselves they will ask me. Heck our middle son used to work at Home Depot and when a customer had a question he couldn't answer he'd call and ask. I helped a person choose all the tile products for their bath remodel over the phone...lol.

I know what you mean about waiting for the punchline though: My dad was like that. Always telling some big tale only to have it be a joke.It got to the point were we all wore a quizzical and somewhat skeptical expression no matter he was trying to tell us. When I was little (3-4), he worked for the Hoover Company in North Canton, Ohio and he would take us up there for open houses and other events. The plant always had a ton of pigeons living under the overhead structures: My mom said that he told me the birds were called peckers. Then would laugh his butt off when I would yell, "Hey, look at the big pecker over there!", as we would walk toward the plant.

She didn't find him very funny when he did things like that...lol.

 

[ssterling1776]

I think we'd get along well.  I just wish I'd thought of those stories myself when the kids were younger.  Now my kids are just weary and even when I'm telling the truth, they look at me sideways and wait for the punchline.

Well, their are always grandkids to corrupt!!

It's very rare I can get anything past our daughter. The boys though (now 28 and 24) still fall for a fair share of what I tell them. Sadly for them, they've put themselves in the position for me to keep messing with them. They call me the human dictionary, human encyclopedia, etc. So, instead of looking things up for themselves they will ask me. Heck our middle son used to work at Home Depot and when a customer had a question he couldn't answer he'd call and ask. I helped a person choose all the tile products for their bath remodel over the phone...lol.

I know what you mean about waiting for the punchline though: My dad was like that. Always telling some big tale only to have it be a joke.It got to the point were we all wore a quizzical and somewhat skeptical expression no matter he was trying to tell us. When I was little (3-4), he worked for the Hoover Company in North Canton, Ohio and he would take us up there for open houses and other events. The plant always had a ton of pigeons living under the overhead structures: My mom said that he told me the birds were called peckers. Then would laugh his butt off when I would yell, "Hey, look at the big pecker over there!", as we would walk toward the plant. She didn't find him very funny when he did things like that...lol.

Priceless!