MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING A CHILDRENS BOOK
Written by Captain Mary on Friday, August 15, 2008© COPYRIGHT 2008




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I was talking to one of my customers yesterday and again I came across a term that I was unfamiliar with, "Helicopter parenting". It seems self explanatory, as a helicopter hovers, so do theses parents. My customers were very concerned for their grandson, who apparently has been hovered over all his life and now he is off to college. He recently got his drivers license and can't really find his own home, but he is going to drive all the way to North Carolina where his college is located, "not to worry" my friends told me, "his parents are going to follow him all the way there". The concern of the grandparents is what this kid is going to do now. He has grown up to be a man and his parents can't possibly stay with him in college, yet he hasn't learned the basics yet. I guess this young man is going to have to learn quickly without Mom and Dad at his side, or should I say hovering above. I wonder if his parents realize that not letting a kid make his own mistakes, he also doesn't learn his own lessons in being in the real world. His parents have been running interference for him and now he is moving head-on into traffic. Good luck young man.
I found a quiz online to help determine if you could be a helicopter parent, Helicopter Parent Quiz, interesting to see where the line is drawn by the college admission board. Sometimes I feel like I have been living in a sea shell somewhere, I just don't know all the terms or should I say tags that are placed on people and how they appear to the rest of the world. I wonder what my tag would be? Lunatic, dirty old lady, potty mouth, I guess there are so many descriptors we could all fall under.
Today, Thursday I will be working like a fool, getting my work caught up and then I will be testing for my black belt recommended rank. It will be a strange testing unlike the usual, where we have to learn a form and test on our skills in sparring. I asked the instructor what we would be tested on and his reply was "it's going to be a surprise", well what the hell does that mean? I have been taking it really easy trying to get my knees to heal, they feel a lot better, but then I do want to start training soon for my black belt, the ceremony will be in October, which is only two months away. I am taking this year off in competition, the last two years I did very well and achieved state champion in my rank and age group. It is really killing me to take off a year, but my goal will be to compete in 5 divisions as a black belt. The divisions are rare for my age group so my chances are better than the younger groups. I want to compete for World Champ, wish me luck, I plan on trying out for Extreme Martial Arts, which is flips and cartwheels. I will probably break something, if I don't that will be a great accomplishment. I have to do it soon before I am too old to do it. I will probably be happy if I qualify for the top ten in the world in ATA TaeKwonDo. My nerves are already getting the better of me, not knowing what to expect in testing. The instructor told us to "do a lot less thinking", the older students tend to over-think all the moves. Learning to just re-act is hard for the oldies. I will let you know next Tuesday if I pass my testing.
1. What is your favorite song to have sex to? It's been so long I can't remember, does it count when your by yourself?
2. What is your vision of hell? Well It has to be a place I believe in, all I can say is you have to live through hell before you get to heaven and I don't think that's original.
3. In the film made of your life, who will play you? It would have to be Jamie Lee Curtis, she is funny and older and still sexy.
4. What is the one thing you most urgently need to tell your mom? Mom you were right about everything.
5. What will be carved onto your tombstone? Hear lies Mary and she is going to kick your ass for putting her in the ground, didn't I leave specific instructions?
And the bonus: What is your drag name (which would be, first name: the name of your first pet; last name: the name of the street you grew up on)? Suzie Cottage, that sounds like something that has to do with celulite.
I had to get up early this morning to get the last of the last batch of kittens to the vet to be fixed. That was a mouth full. Squishy is off to the vet and all the other kitty's are out playing in the backyard. They don't go far, but I know its less litter box cleaning for me. The new kittens had to be found again this morning, Mama put them under the bed again. I tell you what, my mornings are exhausting and so is the rest of the day just keeping up with the maintenance of all these animals. I spent an hour yesterday filing my dogs nails down, they don't like the dremmel tool, but it is the easiest way. Today I have to clip the cats and ferrets nails. I bought all the kitty's tags and collars yesterday so that I won't loose any this time. They don't really like the collars, but I have hopes that they will get accustomed to them, another hundred bucks to animal care. I have a very busy week ahead and I need to work a lot to take care of the bills, which come every month like it or not. If I was to change anything in this world I would go back to the barter system, and completely get rid of money.
This morning I spent time trying to find the kittens that Mama cat decided to relocate, she did this on her last litter, the problem is she relocates them under the couch, which is a recliner and when someone sits on it the kitty's can get squished. So Sam and Max get out the flashlight and hunted them down, safely back in their basket they are pitching a fit. The kitty's are starting to stand up and look around, they are changing a bit more and I have a feeling that they are going to be tugging on my heart strings. Oh, please hold me back, I really can't do this again, I am already the cat lady of the neighborhood. I am holding to my plan for October 1st, they are going out and never coming back.
Just a quick update, no pictures, because they haven't changed in appearance but now their little eyes are open and they can look at us, I don't think they can see very well, because they have that dumb look with those tiny gazed eyes, so new to the world. They have doubled in size and Mama kitty is doing a very good job taking care of them, while still caring for her older kittens that are 5 months old. Still they have no names and we are going to keep it that way, less than 7 weeks to go and adoption time is here. I will get pictures soon, they will be getting cute and my resistance will be put to the test.
I don't know if anyone can understand this, it will be hard to imagine if you don't have children that are grown. I have always had a great relationship with my kids, I love them unconditionally, but lately I really can't stand them.
I have noticed that the older I become my children become my parents, does this happen to you? I know that I have not become unable to function, I am certainly not ready for a Senior Home, so what is this need my children have to treat me like a child. I am still in reasonably good physical health, hell I can still do a back flip off the boat. My mind must be intact, I just completed my Captains renewal course, with 100 % on all three tests. I got the highest marks in the class. So what is it that possesses children to assume this role?
All I know is that I have loved my children their whole life, now I really can't stand to be anywhere near them. It's becoming more and more apparent that I should leave the country and hide from them. How do I get them to understand that I don't need them to guide me, unless solicited that is, I feel as if I am no longer capable of taking care of myself. I think this is what children do to their ageing parents, our children beat us down emotionally until we fall apart and actually believe that we need them to care for us. Well, this senior is going to fade away from my children, so they can no longer treat me as if I was ready for the grave. They have nothing to gain by this behavior, for I am spending their inheritance.
1. What is your definition of romantic? I was in tears one day while waxing my boat, whose engine had died, my husband took me by the hand and said "Lets go shopping", he bought a new engine for me, now that's romantic.
2. Would you consider yourself to be romantic? I don't think that would be a term to describe me, I more spontaneous than romantic.
3. Is your significant other romantic? I have no significant other, but my last husband was the King of Romance
4. Have you ever chastised a SO for not being romantic enough or too romantic? I have yelled about the hand holding, hugging and cuddling, I feel my personal space invaded. When I am in the mood it's great, there is a time and place.
5. What do you consider a grand romantic gesture? Have you ever been the recipient or giver of one? Question one was what I call a grand gesture and it was one of many with that man.
6. If you have done something romantic to get laid, did it work? If not, why and how did that affect your romantic tendencies in the past. This is just a dumb question, when a woman wants romance she gets it.
7. What is the most romantic thing you have ever done? Had done for you? I used to take my husband to the Bahamas on the boat, he loved it more than you can imagine, his last visit before he passed away, he requested that his ashes be sprinkled there. We would always feed each other our dreams, and make each day together happy ones.
After hours of waiting at the court house in Down Town Miami, my daughter called to tell me it was over. Explain to me first what an appointment is? Is it like a train or airline schedule, when its an 8 o'clock departure, its exactly that? Anyway, that's one of those irritating subjects that just get my goat. My daughter told me that no body went to jail today, which I guess is good, but what kind of punishment does it take to get these guys to pay. Most are pretty sneaky, working under the table, but that doesn't work any more, they still have to pay, yet their wages can't be garnished. Well, my daughter's x got off, he had to promise that he will pay $300 by the close of business that day. Can you believe that! There was one good thing that came from this, if he wants to get back his drivers license he has to pay $6,000, that should help with motivation. The amazing part of that is, if it's for the Dead Beat Dad's benefit it will get paid. They will pay anything if it's for them, such as their drivers license.
The unfortunate part of this situation is that the children are always the ones who suffer. The Dead Beat Dad's don't pay because they just don't care. They should be erased out of the children's life, why should they pretend to be parents, when they can't supply basic needs of parenting. Again, the children suffer emotionally. What to do? Castration?
This is one of those subjects that just makes me angry. My daughter is sitting right this moment at the Dade County Court House waiting for her case against her x to begin. Of course the case was scheduled at 7:45am, what time is it now, anyway. He is in contempt again for none payment of Child Support, they have three children together and he thinks the $20 he sent in April is good enough. This is not the first time he has been in court for contempt, this is probably the third, they still didn't arrest him. It seems to me that our court system just doesn't have a clue on what to do with the thousands of Dead Beat Dad's across the Nation. I have a few suggestions, but those would leave the children without Dad's. He has already lost his drivers license, his business license, his passport, what does it take for these guys to get the message. My daughter has spent days in tears over the whole situation, thinking her kids will hate her because Daddy went to jail. Simply explained the man doesn't care about his children at all, if he did perhaps he wouldn't be out on his boat or playing in the local golf tournament, spending all kinds of money on recreational fun, surfing, skating, etc... this guy is a total looser and if you met his family you would know why. All I can hope for is that this time at Court the judge does something to help these children out, the money will help with so many things. A place to live, shoes, a box of crackers, you know the simple things, not a new surf board or new golf clubs. I just don't understand the priorities some people have. Pay up the $60,000 you owe in back support and keep up the payments, so these children don't have to worry about their next meal or if their father gives a shit. Well thanks for the good venting, I feel better. I just hope my daughter doesn't' come home in tears again.
This, post, is, designed, to, drive, my, son, insane. He, constantly, tells, me,"mom, you, don't, use, enough, commas, in, your, writing". So, I, thought, that, I, might, go, ahead, and, use, them, all, up, at, once. This, might, get, him, off, my, back! I, tried, to, explain, to, him, that, blogging, is, about, talking, the, way, you, talk. I, am, less, concerned, about, the, grammar, and, more, concerned, about, the, content. So, I, hope, I, have, satisfied, his, lust, for, commas, and, I, hope, that, he, will, read, the, content, and, stop, criticising, my, terrible, grammar. Until, they, invent, a, grammar, checker, I, am, stuck, with, horrible, punctuations. Love, you, son.
Just a couple of days old and they are all over the place, I could hardly get a picture of them, for they just wouldn't stay still. I tried to put them in order of birth, first the twins, then the gray and white, then gray striped, then the light gray, and last the light gray and white. The little ones are mostly a pile of fur, they stay huddled together when mama kitty isn't near, I imagine for comfort.
To me they aren't really that cute, they remind me of rats, they are actually the same size. They are doing well, still without names, except #1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 in order of birth. Have you picked yours out yet?
Remember this is my opinion, we all have one. I have noticed through the years the changes in Motherhood, what it actually means now trying to meet the busy lives of today's Mom's. I have noticed in the work force, in the schools, the sheer dangers of everyday life. What has really happened, has this very important job been ignored by some? In the years of my childhood my mother was an at home Mom, that meant to me, that if I screwed up in school or skipped a class my mother would be there in 5 minutes or searching the streets for me. Most moms in my day were at home Mom's, we didn't call them that, but it seems to be the politically correct term now. Everything fell apart when women went to work, the family unit, the lives of children, the family time and definitely the respect and discipline that children require. This is not intended to insult any Mom's, with today's economy Moms just have to work, and most employers won't let you leave if your kid is even sick, it makes me sick, that's why I am self-employed and to this day my children and me do almost everything together, they are in their 30's
Now to put things on the other end of the spectrum, I have a friend who is the complete opposite, she is an Obsessive Mother. What do I mean, well she is with her children 24/7. They are home schooled and do everything together, when they are at Karate class, she won't leave to go to the store because she might miss a punch or a kick. I told her it might be fun for the kids to be able to tell her something they did that day that she hadn't witness personally. I only said this because she was so stressed trying to get ready for a trip, and her kids were going to be in Karate class for 4 hours, I told her to go and get her work done and leave them there. She just freaked. I laughed so hard but she was dead serious. I love her so much and her children are the absolute best behaved I have ever seen, its almost creepy. Then again its just not something you see in today's world, perhaps it's really the way it should be. Kids grow up and away so fast, that if you don't get to watch them grow they are gone and then all you have left is regret.
I have so many I don't exactly know where to start. I will tell you about my Nick Name of "Cappy". I am a boat captain, so naturally someone would call me this eventually. The first person that called me "Cappy" was one of my sons college buddy's a guy named Sneaky Pete, I don't think I want to know how he got his name. Anyway, Pete, Doc and son Jason all went on a trip to Bimini with me and to get on my good side Pete thought he would call me "Cappy", instead all he did was irritate me, "Cappy can I help you", " Cappy can I do this and Cappy can I do that", by the end of the day I wanted to ring Pete's neck, and so did his buddies or perhaps just throw him overboard. The name is now stuck to me and more than a few people call me "Cappy". One thing about Nick Names you can't get rid of them no matter how hard you try.
This month's Question is about Nick Names. What is your Nick Name and how did you get it? The contest will be a drawing of all responses, the more Nick Names you have the more chances you have to win. Winners will get a t-shirt with a choice of any picture on Cappy's Corner website.