Scheiss Weekly

category archive listing Category Archives: My daughter

Yes, Internet, There IS A Santa Claus.

Mamacita says: It makes me sad that so many parents are not allowing their children to dwell in the world of innocent fantasy.  These parents feel that to allow it is equivalent to lying to their children about what is real and what isn’t. Don’t they understand that to a child, both worlds are real?  [...]

Mind Your Own Business

Mamacita says:  I have never been able to understand why some people consider other people’s business to be their business, too.  I mean, shouldn’t they at least wait to be asked before chiming in with an opinion, piece of advice, or any kind of diatribe? Some people prefer paper; others prefer plastic.  Is it any [...]

Nuts and Balls

Mamacita says: I’m going to miss the huge shagbark hickory tree in the front yard (we’re moving) but I am so tired of walking on nuts. I’m tired of hearing them flop and fall all over the place. I’m tired of a constant barrage of nuts trying to dent the car. I’m tired of my [...]

Roast Beef, Grilled Cheese, & Traditions

Mamacita asks:  Where do these family traditions get started? Remember that anecdote about the young bride whose husband asked her why she cut the beef roast in half before she put it in the pan? She told him she did it that way because her mother always did it that way. So the young husband [...]

Back Off – Your Kids Don’t Need An Adult Best Friend

Mamacita says:  I can remember being really little, and I can remember my parents playing with me. (Those are my parents; aren’t they pretty?) They played with me whenever they could, but it wasn’t very often. I can remember Mom sitting on the floor, playing paper dolls with us, and showing us how to dress [...]

Quotation Saturday, on Sunday: Mothers

Mamacita says:  This Sunday will be, appropriately enough, a day filled with mothers.  Mine, my sisters, my niece, grandmothers, aunts, daughters, cousins, me. . . . all mothers, and several of them more than one KIND of mother.  (no, not THAT kind of mother.  Perhaps you were thinking of YOUR family?)  Many mothers. Once upon [...]

The Queen’s “We” Loves Morel Mushrooms

Mamacita says:  It’s that time again.  That’s right; it’s finals week. Oh wait, that wasn’t what I meant to say. It’s that time again.  The morel mushrooms are here. My husband still speaks wistfully of the day he and the kids visited his step-grandmother Margaret (she whom John Dillinger once tried to carjack. . . [...]

Beware the Ides of March

Mamacita quotes from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar:   Act 1, scene 2, 15–19 Caesar: Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue shriller than all the music Cry “Caesar!” Speak; Caesar is turn’d to hear. Soothsayer: Beware the Ides of March. Caesar: What man is that? Brutus: A soothsayer bids [...]

Lighten Up, Oh Ye Of Little, No, or Different Faiths

Oh jeepers gee WHILIKERS, one of my posts has been syndicated on my wondrous BlogHer! ======== Mamacita says:  Okay, so, today’s what, the 15th?  It’s time for another politically incorrect rant!  Be warned, oh overly-sensitive types born without the ability to discern. . . . I am a Christmas fanatic. I live for this season. [...]

Empty Nest Syndrome

. . . and my mind’s eye – ever more astute than the two regular eyes – still sees scenes like this whenever I look out the living room window in the fall. Empty Nest Syndrome. ENS. Certifiable in all fifty states, and worse every day. Mamacita says so. I love you, my sweet babies.