There is all this talk online about this game, it’s called Angry Birds. Then I went to the movies in Concord, NH with my daughter and her friend the other weekend to see a sign that said something like “no angry birds flying in here. Please turn off your cell phones”. This sign reminded me, I have never played Angry Birds.

I don’t know the first thing about it, but my nine year old daughter does. Now I thought Angry Birds was a game reserved soley for those with smartphones or nifty cell phones, unlike my prepaid one, but apparently you can play Angry Birds online too. This is why my daughter has played Angry Birds before, she found a free game online to play it.

I do not get the game. I couldn’t tell you one thing about it. I can tell you the stuffed animals at Walmart for sale are rather creepy looking Angry Birds and that so many are in love with this game, but that’s about it.

So, have you played this game? What’s all the hype about?

My pug is a sweetheart, I love her dearly. I mean who wouldn’t love a dog that sleeps as often as you would like to, eats twice a day whenever you feed her, goes out to pee whenever you feel like letting her out and to top it all off she lets the kids do whatever?

This dog rules…

Usually that is, until something happens to make her bark and this is just a small list of various situations that make her bark {a lot}, like all disturbed, ruffled up, hair on end .. barking:

• Tom & Jerry, you know that cartoon? Oh yes indeed. Woof Woof Woof!
• Me opening the door to enter, after she just watched me walk out of the door. Woof Woof Woof!
• Wii games – any and all. Woof Woof Woof!
• The wind blowing outside. Woof Woof Woof!
• My typing on the keyboard, in my office – one room away from her, like right now! Woof Woof Woof!

It’s crazy, never seen a dog so disturbed by so many things. The television really gets me, because she barks at it so often I have to wonder if her previous owners ever watched television? Love my Pug, dislike the startled nature she is starting to have all of a sudden.

The other day my five year old begged and pleaded to let me make him a member on Club Penguin, it’s  a game on the computer that him and his sister love to play often. I only let them have the free version with ultimate limited chat versions, they are penguin friends on the site and have a lot of fun with it.

There is a membership version of Club Penguin, as with most children game sites, they lure the kids in with some awesome free stuff but if they want more then they need to ask a parent to pay for a membership. Yeah, lovely trick these game people are up to!

So my five year old comes into my office the other day to inform me that he wants to be a member of Club Penguin and the conversation went something like this:

Mama can you make me a member of Club Penguin?

NO I will not make you a member of Club Penguin dude, it costs money.

In pipes the daughter, yeah A and Mama it costs like $40 to be a member.

I realize this daughter, hence why I said NO I will not make you all members.

But Mama, says the five year old, all you do is call this number on the computer and it doesn’t cost money because you can’t give money over the phone dummy. That’s just stupid.

Dude, do not call me dummy, that’s a mean word and we don’t use it in this house and YES you can pay money over the phone, it’s called using a credit card.

Mama that is just stuipd, you can not pay for something over the phone so it’s free and you need to call right now to make me a member.

No. I am not making you a member and you are lucky that I let you continue to play after you just called me dummy.

So apparently me thinking one can pay for something over the phone makes me a dummy and just stupid. Some days I just love parenting, it’s so much fun!

I am not a huge foul language person but I do swear from time to time. It seems when I am at my most overwhelmed moment I swear, a lot. Usually the F bomb comes out of my mouth and people who don’t know me give me this look. As if these people can’t believe that little old me just said the F word.  My sister and my father know better, they have seen me at my worse and I have dropped enough F bombs to make my father wish I was a child again and he could spank me I swear. Dad and I get along great but he isn’t too into this F bomb person I get into when wound right up.

So one day my daughter had a sleep over and she was being her normal dramatic, arguing and being ridiculous with me self when I said a sentence with the word shit in it. Now I don’t recall the sentence but I know it had something to do with “cut the shit” because I was about fed up with the debating back n forth with me. Enough. I spoke my peace child now listen.

What I forgot about is that my daughter had a couple friends over when I said this. It just sort of came out of my mouth, spewing out. The word shit isn’t as bad to me as the F bomb but it’s no way to speak to a child, especially one I love dearly. I am not that swearing parent, even though I do swear around my daughter because she will not repeat a word of it, I shouldn’t swear AT my daughter.

Growing up I learned that swearing is something uneducated people do and I firmly believe that, however, I am educated, highly educated and so the shit word had no reason to come out of this educated mouth, right? Well … I don’t know, we say things when we get overwhelmed and all we can do is apologize for the mistake and move forward.

What I noticed when I said the word shit is that one of my daughter’s friends jaw almost dropped. I don’t know if it’s because her parents totally rock and NEVER EVER swear OR if she just didn’t expect me to use such a word. Whatever the reason I realized almost instantly that I just swore and that this child apparently didn’t know what to do. My daughter and her other friend on the other hand were totally okay with the word shit, I mean after all it wasn’t the F bomb. The F bomb around here gets you in trouble with the “bad word police” as my daughter likes to call herself and so I refrain from that word as often as possible.

So … another lesson learned in parenting; get better vocabulary for dealing with high stress moments because the word shit shocks some children.

I hate when people can go to bed angry. For me, it is all about the fact that you never know when you will see this person again. Today is a definite and tomorrow is a day you don’t know that will for sure come. Why go to bed angry or leave someone angry?

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I want to know that if this is someone I love that my last words to them were not that of angry or frustration because then I know who I am and I would feel so horrible about having those be my last words to them.

I am one who gets really mad and really over it fast. I don’t stay mad for long and I don’t hold a grudge. I am quick to get over it, even things that have been done to me that I should still be angry about or at least not like that person over, I find I don’ t care. I truly am over those situations.

I am a at peace with my past, present and looking forward to my future!

So are you a go to bed angry kinda person or would you rather make up in some way before bed?