tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post5860081994754922904..comments2023-07-19T04:05:34.796-04:00Comments on Of Cabbages and Kings: Do-Bees and Don't-Bees: Rules Our Parents Made UpAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-7658266687682947742010-04-24T10:07:46.472-04:002010-04-24T10:07:46.472-04:00I was 100% convinced my mother was a witch. Not on...I was 100% convinced my mother was a witch. Not only could she tell a lie before it was half out of my mouth she knew exactly when I was raiding the cookie jar even when she was upstairs!<br /><br />Years later and now a mother myself I know she isn't - its just nothing a child can come up with is original, chances are you have told that lie or used that excuse yourself!<br /><br />My hubby and kids all have their own "lie faces" - they still can't work out how I know every single time!<br /><br />Jaffer your life sounds interesting, I went to check out your blog, hurry up and get it up again!Aussiehttp://www.australiansites.com.aunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-91281294808446219042008-10-15T18:32:00.000-04:002008-10-15T18:32:00.000-04:00Chyna- Somehow I think if you'd tried the ol' rati...Chyna- Somehow I think if you'd tried the ol' rational, "Well, Dad, you know, humans can live with only one lung," that might not have gone over so well. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-51026055547000723662008-10-15T18:30:00.000-04:002008-10-15T18:30:00.000-04:00We had the usual ones too. However my dad had thi...We had the usual ones too. However my dad had this charming threat about kicking a lung out of us if we didn't comply. Took me until I was in my 30's to realize that you can live with only one lung. LOL<BR/><BR/>Since my dd is my little shadow and we go everywhere I've implemented the "Look with your eyes and not your hands" rule. At least now I can go to antique stores with her or garage sales. ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-72196335467654102862008-10-12T15:23:00.000-04:002008-10-12T15:23:00.000-04:00Jay- Heh- Sounds like your son has talent!My sense...Jay- Heh- Sounds like your son has talent!<BR/><BR/>My sense of direction isn't actually too bad now, and I think it was the fear of being lost and having to get everyone home that ended up making it better. <BR/><BR/>PS- Brothers wouldn't be brothers unless they ignored the don't tease your sister rule. :)Jenn Thorsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12899242535971792424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-87855904350196321672008-10-11T10:31:00.000-04:002008-10-11T10:31:00.000-04:00Oh, I think the family Magellan thing was downrigh...Oh, I think the family Magellan thing was downright cruel! LOL! Funnily enough, our younger boy WAS the family Magellan. It was just a gift he had from a very young age. Useful really, since my sense of direction is not that good. ;)<BR/><BR/>Our family rules? Oh just the usual. Don't talk back. Don't argue with your brother (or, actually, anyone). Don't touch things in shops or other people's houses. No dessert if you don't eat your first course. My brothers had more rules, like 'don't tease your sister' but they pretty much ignored them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-51972234934172486462008-10-10T05:51:00.000-04:002008-10-10T05:51:00.000-04:00Melanie- How'd that work out for you, having to st...Melanie- How'd that work out for you, having to stick together at school? Did some kid ever pick on your brother and you had to defend him, against your better, sisterly judgment?<BR/><BR/>Barry- Your dad and the TV was my grandpa and the TV. The amount of times that man would fall asleep with the baseball game on, but I couldn't touch that channel changer! :)<BR/><BR/>I, too, had to go to school regardless of illness. Well, Mom would say, "It's up to you," which unspokenly translated to, "You should go. You're still not comatose."<BR/><BR/>I'm sure your sick neighbors just LOVED all that company, too. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-31925736152039493312008-10-10T05:33:00.000-04:002008-10-10T05:33:00.000-04:00Dad picks the TV channels - even if he falls aslee...Dad picks the TV channels - even if he falls asleep watching. (and the kids are the remote for all 4 channels)<BR/><BR/>Unspoken - you never ever miss Sunday School unless you are puking or have the runs. A fever didn't cut it.<BR/><BR/>When your neighbor had the measles (or any other deadly communicable disease) you go for a visit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-60428451942164180422008-10-09T23:59:00.000-04:002008-10-09T23:59:00.000-04:00I forgot, there was also the one about sticking to...I forgot, there was also the one about sticking together. I wasn't allowed to pick on my brother at school. At home I could beat the hell out of him and vice versa, but at school we must stick together and stick up for each other. Is it any wonder I hated the little brother till he was about 16 or so?Melaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424489590437278846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-12904327786752002622008-10-09T23:53:00.000-04:002008-10-09T23:53:00.000-04:00All those rules sound horribly familiar, especiall...All those rules sound horribly familiar, especially the one about bed-time being non-negotiable- no matter what!<BR/><BR/>Oh and there was the "you WILL wear your overshoes when it rains or snows" How embarassing! We were the only kids in our school who had overshoes!Melaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424489590437278846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-34509819030043166042008-10-09T18:39:00.000-04:002008-10-09T18:39:00.000-04:00Confused- I enjoyed seeing what you were up to!Confused- I enjoyed seeing what you were up to!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-8676085943728084152008-10-09T17:07:00.000-04:002008-10-09T17:07:00.000-04:00all thses rules sound vaguely familiar..:))) I thi...all thses rules sound vaguely familiar..:))) I think I broke a few along the way..<BR/><BR/>thankyou as well for the kind comments on my poetryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-10825994020514885242008-10-09T12:35:00.000-04:002008-10-09T12:35:00.000-04:00Tiggy- Or traded with some other kid who had somet...Tiggy- Or traded with some other kid who had something you liked better. But hey, I can see where the tossing it out never occurred to you. <BR/><BR/>You had your orders. We were like small Manchurian Candidates when we were kids. We did what we were told. Critical thinking didn't really come into it....<BR/><BR/>Can I offer you a sour apple? :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-53409877607494229952008-10-09T12:29:00.000-04:002008-10-09T12:29:00.000-04:00My mum insisted that my school lunchbox came home ...My mum insisted that my school lunchbox came home empty every day. I had to eat whatever she made for me, no excuses and no waste.<BR/><BR/>I spent my whole childhood forcing down soggy sandwiches and sour apples, lest my mother got upset. <BR/><BR/>The thought never crossed my mind that I could just throw it away. Ever. What an idiot!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-60072542681281792942008-10-09T12:27:00.000-04:002008-10-09T12:27:00.000-04:00Jaffer- Just promise me that if you get a very LOU...Jaffer- Just promise me that if you get a very LOUD, non-ethereal answer back, that you'll call the cops first to investigate. I'd hate for you to get injured during a burglary. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-22231867546240137842008-10-09T12:21:00.000-04:002008-10-09T12:21:00.000-04:00My mom used to say that greeting the house actuall...My mom used to say that greeting the house actually meant greeting everyone who lives there including animals, bugs, reptiles and spirits like angels and genies !<BR/>I don't know how far this is true according to the Islamic tradition but she said that they even reply to the greeting. Creepy eh ?<BR/><BR/>It's become a habit that is so rooted and even now when I enter my empty apartment, I find myself saying "Salaam Alaykum"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-83526176950519115752008-10-09T11:45:00.000-04:002008-10-09T11:45:00.000-04:00Jaffer- What is the tradition behind greeting the ...Jaffer- What is the tradition behind greeting the house? (I rather like the idea! My house might appreciate that.) Also, is the shoe process related to good luck or something else?<BR/><BR/>I can see your mother was good at controlling local gossip from spreading. :) In some communities that can be a serious feat!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-8246867531718775212008-10-09T11:06:00.000-04:002008-10-09T11:06:00.000-04:00Oh yes we had so many rules that I felt like we we...Oh yes we had so many rules that I felt like we were at boot-camp:<BR/>- Eat what is served and do not complain<BR/>- Don't tell other's what's cooking at home<BR/>- Don't open the door when the door-bell rings wait for further instructions from mommy or daddy.<BR/>- Always greet the house when entering. If mom didn't hear "Salaam Alaykum" I would be thrown outside and made to come in again !<BR/>- When wearing shoes - the right one goes on first and the left one comes off first. If we forgot we had to do it again !<BR/>- Do not tell a soul when/where we are going on a vacation. <BR/><BR/>That's all I can remember for now but I'll pop in the rest of the day if I remember something.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-22202709343903933042008-10-09T10:59:00.000-04:002008-10-09T10:59:00.000-04:00Da Old Man- I do believe I would enjoy reading tha...Da Old Man- I do believe I would enjoy reading that blog post. Sometimes the piqued curiosity and the resulting follow-up tales are what makes this whole blog thing so darned fun. :)<BR/><BR/>I might try your daughter's line about the beating, the next time Pop gets on the lecture circuit. He's hard to communicate with, though, once he gets really going. There doesn't seem any sort of program override button or anything. It's usually better to just let the program roll through.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-10577744287063978942008-10-09T10:52:00.000-04:002008-10-09T10:52:00.000-04:00Oh, no. I'm guilty of the chatting thing. My Spawn...Oh, no. I'm guilty of the chatting thing. My Spawn, when she was little, one time said, "Dad, why can't you just beat me like other parents do to their kids. Not another lecture! Just beat me and get it over with"<BR/><BR/>That bed time thing was a drag. When I was little, I had to go to bed when Clownie said good night, and when I got older, it was when the dog was tired. It will take a blog post to explain.Da Old Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02529514518271981093noreply@blogger.com