tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post1013400413616315258..comments2024-03-26T00:14:00.509-07:00Comments on Crunchy Chicken: Being "helpful"Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-89715610248139804582009-01-10T15:51:00.000-08:002009-01-10T15:51:00.000-08:00My Mom has done the same exact thing to our indoor...My Mom has done the same exact thing to our indoor plants (most of which are actually pretty healthy), but the worst was when she stripped a plant we called the "grandpa plant" as it was a clipping from a plant sent to my husband's grandpa's funeral ages ago. It went through natural dormant periods, and during one of these times my Mom was visiting and essentially killed it, as it never Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-76815341115556735832009-01-10T10:49:00.000-08:002009-01-10T10:49:00.000-08:00I think Seagrass wins thus far. I can't even imagi...I think Seagrass wins thus far. I can't even imagine what my dogs would do if I wiped their butts with rubbing alcohol and apple cider vinegar. Though mending underwear is a close second. Ahh- moms. Mine just constantly cleans. When she comes to my house all she wants to do is pick up after my two year olds. I try to explain to her that it will never end and she is better off waiting until nap Sharlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08539955929237988325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-36904532424247147802009-01-08T19:15:00.000-08:002009-01-08T19:15:00.000-08:00Crunchy,Ask GreenPa about the Dread Shed sometime ...Crunchy,<BR/><BR/>Ask GreenPa about the Dread Shed sometime if you want to feel better about your tree!<BR/><BR/>Here's a great Mom story for you...<BR/><BR/>After never spending more than two weeks with my mother for 5 years (Absoulte prudence on my part) I had to operate a rescue mission with her across several states.<BR/><BR/>So...<BR/><BR/>I get a call late one night that my 80 yr old Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-57430030546573099782009-01-08T18:56:00.000-08:002009-01-08T18:56:00.000-08:00Do these mothers breed somewhere. If so, let's ro...Do these mothers breed somewhere. If so, let's root it out.<BR/><BR/>I've got both a mother and grandmother like this.<BR/><BR/>Mom is an ex-hippy native american who is never wrong. Never! When she is, she'll just re-write history a few months later. <BR/><BR/>Granny's a Serbian Catholic. Can we say Catholic Guilt?<BR/><BR/>They both think no one can survive without them.<BR/><BR/>I love Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-56541763647395300582009-01-08T03:40:00.000-08:002009-01-08T03:40:00.000-08:00By the way... I don't *hate* the Wii... just the c...By the way... I don't *hate* the Wii... just the concept of video games in general, their mega-usage of energy, and the vortex that is the television. And yes, it is plugged into a power strip that we turn off when not in use, and the batteries for the remote are rechargeable.Erikahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08273431755984995387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-58410626771653413842009-01-08T03:37:00.000-08:002009-01-08T03:37:00.000-08:00LOL! My father, in trying to be the helpful, redn...LOL! My father, in trying to be the helpful, redneck, non-cooking, non-laundry-doing guy he is, once came home with a requested avocado - "They were all black and soft, so I dug around to finally find this green (firm) one." I had a wool (100%) sweater drying over the utility sink in the laundry room... when I came home from school, it wasn't there. I walked into the kitchen to see my dad Erikahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08273431755984995387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-39456787248236588302009-01-07T19:55:00.000-08:002009-01-07T19:55:00.000-08:00What a timely post. I actually just got off the ph...What a timely post. I actually just got off the phone with my mom. I was commenting on how my dd has such a hard time whenever she has food additives (thank you Holidays). I commented that I thought it might be because she has a low threshold, since she rarely has them. Her advice: subject her to more food additives! Um, thanks Mom. But to be fair, she usually has good advice.The Nurturing Piratehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13268305689672587081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-81472901221331290532009-01-07T18:37:00.000-08:002009-01-07T18:37:00.000-08:00Correne - I don't think anyone can top the MIL men...Correne - I don't think anyone can top the MIL mending your underwear while you're on your honeymoon. That's just beyond the pale.<BR/><BR/>I was going to contribute a story or two, but now I have to ponder the audacity of Correne's MIL. It's seems like someone with that kind of chutzpah should use it for good and not evil.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01542037133541219068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-61237183217341212882009-01-07T18:20:00.000-08:002009-01-07T18:20:00.000-08:00I have GREAT mother-in-law stories, exactly like y...I have GREAT mother-in-law stories, exactly like you described.<BR/><BR/>Here's the best one: when my husband and I were on our honeymoon, she let herself in to our house, washed all our dirty laundry, MENDED THE HOLES IN MY UNDERWEAR, and put it all away for us.<BR/><BR/>Since then, without my permission or knowledge: re-hung my curtains, arranged to have my windows replaced, had my trees "Correnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02337679065167216222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-45360559919840919252009-01-07T18:19:00.000-08:002009-01-07T18:19:00.000-08:00My mother is one of those. That's why I moved out ...My mother is one of those. That's why I moved out of the house the summer after I graduated HS. After 1 college summer living at home I felt that taking a class during the college's summer session was a good idea.<BR/><BR/>My MIL usually isn't that way. Except this Christmas. I broke the carafe to my expensive coffee maker and told her the story of how I went from shop to shop trying to buy a Lisa Nelsen-Woodshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13731962631056727458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-70017421978945484642009-01-07T16:59:00.000-08:002009-01-07T16:59:00.000-08:00My mother is exactly the same! However, if I had a...My mother is exactly the same! However, if I had asked her not to pull the leaves she would have pouted for, at least, the next 6 months!Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08105740195611409053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-88095971635954154052009-01-07T16:38:00.000-08:002009-01-07T16:38:00.000-08:00My second daughter (grown) has moved to her dad's ...My second daughter (grown) has moved to her dad's house for a while and her stepmom is making "improvements" to her room which my daughter doesn't appreciate.<BR/><BR/>I think the stepmom is trying to gain status in the mind of my daughter. She really tries, IMO. My kids see the attempts at helpfulness as intrusiveness. I tried to be helpful twice to my husband's kids and they saw it the same Oldnovicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17714134603537886606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-5812300692991770262009-01-07T12:09:00.000-08:002009-01-07T12:09:00.000-08:00I'm laughing so hard right now. We had a new year'...I'm laughing so hard right now. We had a new year's eve gathering with friends, and I asked for some assistance from my mom (with very specific things in mind!!). Somehow, I ended up doing all the really hard work and she rearranged my knick-knacks! <BR/>To make it worse, the morning after this, she had to come by and watch the kids for a while so I could take my baby to the doctor, and she Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-70902156249798953902009-01-07T11:08:00.000-08:002009-01-07T11:08:00.000-08:00Greenpaps - After rereading your comment, I'm pret...Greenpaps - After rereading your comment, I'm pretty sure I misread it. As usual.Crunchy Chickenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10612320939936593420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-46589229695737066972009-01-07T11:06:00.000-08:002009-01-07T11:06:00.000-08:00Greenpa - Don't write off my tree so quickly. Mayb...Greenpa - Don't write off my tree so quickly. Maybe I can graft something onto it and make a FrankenFig, or something.Crunchy Chickenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10612320939936593420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-83666479300206453872009-01-07T11:04:00.000-08:002009-01-07T11:04:00.000-08:00"Do you have someone in your life that tries to be..."Do you have someone in your life that tries to be "helpful"?"<BR/><BR/>No, I kill them immediately, when the tendency surfaces. Great compost.Greenpahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17224906349154302210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-42155064970727199152009-01-07T10:45:00.000-08:002009-01-07T10:45:00.000-08:00OMG, you guys are totally cracking me up! Seagrass...OMG, you guys are totally cracking me up! <BR/><BR/>Seagrass - The mayonnaise! My mom does that too. But, also with Kleenex and then chastises us for not miraculously knowing they are there. She puts them in cabinets we never use. But the rubbing alcohol is hilarious - your poor dogs. I can only imagine what must be going through their heads when they see that rag coming towards their mucous Crunchy Chickenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10612320939936593420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-29082322222185367802009-01-07T09:48:00.000-08:002009-01-07T09:48:00.000-08:00so what happens if the tree bursts forth with glor...so what happens if the tree bursts forth with glorious fresh, healthy greenery?? :)Miahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04960617637819340725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-76451257251020666522009-01-07T09:40:00.000-08:002009-01-07T09:40:00.000-08:00Fortunately, I live alone. I have few of these pr...Fortunately, I live alone. I have few of these problems.<BR/><BR/>When I had knee surgery in June 2004 - two girlfriends (both native New Yorkers and Jewish) were about to visit me. M. phoned me and said "S. and I are coming to visit and we're going to move your microwave."<BR/><BR/>"Move my microwave?"<BR/><BR/>"Yes, S. says it's on top of the refrigerator where you can't reach it."<BR/><BR/>"Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16304420774638468362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-15057763321820486652009-01-07T09:11:00.000-08:002009-01-07T09:11:00.000-08:00This is too funny! Poor tree :) I hope it recovers...This is too funny! Poor tree :) I hope it recovers.<BR/>My mother always gives me hard time about my plants. I just have indoor flowers, not anything edible. Every time she comes over they are either not watered enough, watered too much, or I should have pulled some dead leaves off :) But then my mother has extensive gardening experience and I don't, so I try not to mind much.scifichickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12394001604617288147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-79173704560680315892009-01-07T09:09:00.000-08:002009-01-07T09:09:00.000-08:00my mom believes in soaking the dishes... all of th...my mom believes in soaking the dishes... all of the dishes.. ESPECIALLY anything greasy.. in a sink full of hot soapy water overnight. Problem is, by the time i come home from work in the morning that hot soapy water is a slimy, ice cold puddle of slop filled with floating islands of fat. and mom is half way out the door on her way home leaving me to fish out the plug and start all over again Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-28860450278808144122009-01-07T08:49:00.000-08:002009-01-07T08:49:00.000-08:00OMG, can I relate! Not with my mother,God rest he...OMG, can I relate! Not with my mother,God rest her soul, but with my controlling ex-husband. He believes landscaping and wives must be controlled and clipped into tight little boxes. One time, against my specifically stated wishes, he surreptiously "pruned" a graceful flowering shrub within an inch of its life. I cried for an hour and then realized that it was a metaphor for our marriage. WeAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17961595269161210704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-36166623971501725472009-01-07T08:43:00.000-08:002009-01-07T08:43:00.000-08:00My 80 year old mother has these moments too. And ...My 80 year old mother has these moments too. And the person who took care of my house while we traveled for the holidays helped me out by cleaning up all the dead leaves out of our giant dumbcane, where we leave them because it likes self-mulch, because she was afraid water would spill when she watered it (plant is in a big pot in an even bigger tub so nothing can spill on the floor).<BR/>I hopeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-41041155865603420232009-01-07T08:17:00.000-08:002009-01-07T08:17:00.000-08:00MILWe went of vacation and I asked her to water ou...MIL<BR/><BR/>We went of vacation and I asked her to water our garden twice. Nothing bit, nothing elaborate, we'd be home in 6 days and just mist it for a few minutes.<BR/><BR/>Somehow... somewhere... she heard that coffee and molasses are good for plants.<BR/><BR/>So she boiled a two gallons of coffee, mixed in two bottles of molasses and a BOX OF SALT (why she thought salt was a good idea was Jennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06185436739526161223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-64233373684028667122009-01-07T08:14:00.000-08:002009-01-07T08:14:00.000-08:00My dad is famous for weedwhacking roses, "by accid...My dad is famous for weedwhacking roses, "by accident." My grandmother tells stories of him as a child weedwhacking her roses. My parents have no plants around the foundation of their house, "for easy mowing." And when we moved into our house and I planted some roses, he weedwhacked them. His response: "They looked like weeds to me." Thanks, Dad!<BR/><BR/>Now, my dad's a farmer, so he Farmer's Daughterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04993260095409544097noreply@blogger.com