Mare-ism Monday---Installment #7

Childhood memories....

Ah the good ole' days. I remember.....

-Riding my bike, at the age of 6, thru the dirt path up to the gas station w/ a note from my mom asking for permission to sell 2 packs of Kent and 2 packs of Parliament cigarettes. It read as such:

To Whom it may concern:

Please sell 2 packs of Kent and 2 packs of Parliament cigarettes to my daughter, Kathleen.

Thank you, Mrs. Ralph Kozanda

And my special treat was to keep the change, which normally, would include a few pieces of penny candy.

-Finding out about your period and "Santa" all in the same day at the mere age of 10. This was actually Ree Ree's experience but nonetheless pretty upsetting, even until this day.

-Having such horrible sun poisoning, at the age of 16, with blisters the size of quarters on your lips. Begging to go to the doctor but instead was told "Put a tea bag on it. It will help the swelling." NOT QUITE...the only thing it did was stain the blisters BLACK for 3 days.
Yep--just another of Mare's own homemade remedies that didn't make much sense.

-Eating pot roast 3 out of the 7 days of the week. Sorry Mare--but it was soooo tough and dry and has ruined me for good. Even the best floss couldn't get it out of our teeth.

-Getting thrown (OK not literially) outside telling us not to come back until lunch time at 7:30 in the morning. We would roam the neighborhood, mooch off the nice neighbors and one of my sisters (who will remain nameless) threw herself into her creative mode making beautiful sand castles in the neighbors sand box. Only to contract some type of worm causing us to all have to take some strange type of medicine.

-Almost calling 911 in the middle of the night cause Mare decided to eat a hostess "Snowball" causing a "cat coughing a hairball up" type incident. You know the tasty treat....white coconut fluffy marshmellowie frosting on the outside and chocolate cake and vanilla cream on the inside. Mmmmmm.... I suppose the creamy inside was calling her name.
Chew and Chew Mare.

-Telling us to "Put your hands up" when you are choking. Oh yeah--that will really help the food come up.

-Doing 4 loads of your own laundry to find $5 float in the dryer--woohoo--Jackpot. Only to hear Mare yell--"That's my money."

I'm sure I could think of a dozen more, as well as my sisters. Sorry to have been delayed in getting this up but my New Years Resolution was to try to cut back on the PC.

Mare-ism Monday---Installment #6

"I had to walk up hill --both ways to school! With no shoes on! In the snow!"

Come on-you know you've heard that one before, right? And you always said, "I'll never say ANYTHING like that to my kids." However, the opposite is true. You hear yourself saying those things like that or "I'll give you something to cry about."


But what if some of the things you were told were umm... a little bit different. Such as the sayings Mare spouted:


"I once knew a kid that...( you get to fill in the blank. Big Mare knew everyone that had a strange ailment or died a strange death such as:)

....died from choking on a superball.

....head blew up from standing on their head too long.

....had bugs in their hair for not brushing it.

....had their teeth rotted out of their mouth for not brushing them.


Yes, they are a bit far fetched but when you are 6--quite believeable.

Christmas Pictures

OK--so I'm a little late posting some pictures but we had an awesome time at Ree Ree's on Christmas eve and at Kelly's on Christmas Day.
The kids got the stomach flu the Sunday after Christmas so laundry loads of 3 sheets, 2 pillows, 5 pairs of pj's, 3 stuffed animals, 4 blankets, numerous pairs of undergarmets, bathroom rug later, they are all doing fine.

Mare-ism Monday---Installment #5

Well, the kids have the stomach flu. I remember when I was a kid and had the stomach flu, I always wanted my mom. Well, when my kids have the stomach flu all I want--- my mom.
Boy, it sure is not fun. The two boys had the courtesy of coordinating their efforts by puking at the same time, They finally settled down to go to sleep around 3:00am. Good times. Good times.

Anyway, Big Mare was great when we were sick with the stomach flu. We always had 7up for our tummy, crackers and soup. Big Mare would set us up on the couch w/ a puke bowl, blankets and the TV. Most times she would lay with us which was a comfort to us and it also gave her a little extra sleep. Anyone that knows Big Mare--understands that she loves her sleep. And yes--all 4 of her daughters take after her. (From what I understand, this is a family trait on the Bossinger side:)

When we were sick w/ a cold, Vicks was the cure all. She would slather it on nice and thick.
'Rub Vicks on your chest, under your nose, etc. It will make you feel better and help you breathe."

OH-- and I can't forget the Caladryl Lotion. Ya know--the thick, minty smelling, pink stuff that was used when you got the chicken pox to stop the itching. It was a common remedy for any type of itch in our house--any!

Going to the doctor was always fun. Good ole Dr. Tanrikalu at the Whiting Clinic. If we were lucky enough to be sick enough and go, we would get McDonald's afterwards and sometimes coloring books and crayons.

I sure don't know how Mare did it w/ 4 sick kids at a time. Perhaps it was the age difference from the older two and the younger two but I give her "props" for doing it.

Thanks mom for taking good care of us. I hope I could be just as good w/ my kids.

Mare-ism Monday---Installment #4 and 1/2

To my mother at Christmas. You must know how much I love you. For I took hours to construct this beautiful poem, in just your honor.

‘Twas the night before Christmas at 936 Spruce Drive.
Big Mare’s daughters were excited and felt so alive.

The kitchen was packed full of good stuff to eat,
Turkey, Ham, and of course something sweet.

On weekdays the cupboard was stocked very full,
Cupcakes and Ho Ho’s, Ding Dongs and Swiss Rolls.

For holidays we would bake dozen of treats,
To take to Grandmas --to enjoy and to eat.

The Cookies wrapped in foil-- made a big twinkle,
Peanut butter, chocolate chip and Mare’s famous Crinkles.

It was time to go,--out the back door we went,
To fill the blue Ford Escort –the one with a dent.

Then all of a sudden, arouse such a crash,
We saw Big Mare’s arms--- fly up in a flash.

We looked down to see and made a big gasp,
Only to find Big Mare had fallen on her ass.

She looked up perturbed, as if woken out of bed,
“GET THE DAMN COOKIES”, was all that she said.

We wanted to ask if all was OK,
But if we didn’t save the cookies ---Oh the price we would pay.

Go Ree Ree, Go Leenie, Go Megzy and CoCo,
Pick up the cookies or we’re stuck with just Ho Ho’s.

Big Mare lay like a tick ready to pop,
Pointing her finger—“Be sure to get every last drop.”

We scattered and scurried to pick up the crumbs,
Frost bitten and cold with bleeding knuckles and thumbs.

The last cookie we salvaged from winters cold frost,
Our attention turn to Mare, who looked very lost.

We laughed at her hysterically to get her upright,
She glared and responded, “Kiss my ass you bitches-stay home tonight.”

Mare-ism Monday---Installment #4

Has been delayed until Wednesday---something really special.
To keep yourself occupied until then....

Go for "a" starbucks.
or
Go out for a coke.

(Ha--just a few Mare-isms to hold you until Wed.)

Like Mother, Like Daughter

This afternoon, I sent Abbey to go potty upstairs. After about 5 minutes, I asked her what she was doing and she said wiping herself w/ a wipe.

Well...I don't have baby wipes in the bathroom and Aaron was sleeping so I know she didn't get one from his bedroom. I ran upstairs and yep--she wiped her little bottom with..

Apparently, she loves Clorox wipes as much as I do except she uses hers in a personal way. Needless to say, she received an early bath but never complained of any burning or issues down below.