Kids and Noise: Go Together Like Peanut Butter and Jelly?

Well…another week…another entry about bad parents getting on my nerves.

Maybe it’s not so much that some parents don’t have parenting skills, but that they don’t seem to understand their responsibilities to their kids and society as a whole. They have this idea in their heads of what “kids will be kids” means, and if it’s the wrong one – and I think it is – they never know it and will ignore anyone who tries to educate them about the proper way for kids to behave during certain situations.

I was reading an article awhile back about this woman in England who had apparently spent several weeks apologizing for her kids being so noisy – everywhere they went. And she was upset because none of the adults her kids came in contact with seemed even the slightest bit tolerant of her kids.

And I’m thinking…well, just how tolerant do you expect these adults to be?

I mean, when you describe your own children with a myriad of adjectives that describe noise and chaos…it sort of makes me wonder if they even know the definition of “inside voices.”

That’s the thing – young kids need to be taught the difference between outside voices and situations where they can yell and scream all they want. There are no walls outside, so there are no echoes of those shrill little voices just searing into your brain. And then there’s the inside voices, which kids – and adults for that matter – are supposed to use when they are inside and around other people who should not have to be bombarded with a “wall of noise.”  Oh, and that’s just one description the author gave of her children entering a room. Wall. Of. Noise.

As a fellow parent I’m not looking for an apology for noisy children – I’m looking for less noisy children in spaces where noise is not really appropriate.  I have children too, so yes, I’m speaking from experience.

Maybe it’s not so much that people are intolerant of children in general (the author’s claim), but just HERS.  She even said herself:  “Others who are less charitable might say they are, well, just loud! As they battle to be heard over one another – the noise level often escalates to multi-decibel levels.”

Multi-decibel levels?  Something she is apparently used to with her own kids and may very well be able to ignore – yet she blames other people for looking askance at them and their “wall of noise?”

I don’t think this woman needs to apologize all of the time to complete strangers for her kids being noisy. Instead, I think maybe…perhaps… a novel idea, I know, but…she could actually just control her kids in the first place.

If they’re galloping through an airport singing at the top of their lungs causing EVERYONE to look at them, then there is definitely something wrong. It’s not that everyone else is intolerant.  It’s the kids.

The whole point of the article was that this woman had gotten tired of apologizing for her kids. BUT she wasn’t going to teach them manners or respect for others or “inside voices.” She was just going to let her kids be kids.  In other words, allow them to continue to run roughshod over the personal space of others, bombard the public with their wall of noise, and completely disregard the discomfort of everyone around them.

Frankly, it’s lazy parenting. And it’s not fair to the rest of us who have to put up with them.

There is a time and a place for roughhousing and loud behavior. An airport, a doctor’s office, an airplane (all scenarios in the author’s article) and many other shared public places are NOT IT.  Whatever happened to teaching inside voices, respecting others, and plain old manners?

Reverse Bucket List

Did the movie The Bucket List make “the bucket list” famous? I’m sure you all know what it is – a list of things you want to do before you die. So that you can “feel the fear and do it anyway.” What a dumb motto that is! At least to me. I have no desire to feel fear. In real life anyway. Horror movies don’t count.

Well, I came up with a reverse bucket list – things that I will never do before I die.

  1. Jump out of a plane

Somebody – I forget who – replied when asked if they’d like to try skydiving, “Are you nuts? Why would I jump out of a plane that is working perfectly?”  That’s my feeling on the subject, too.  Just why?  I put this at the top of my reverse bucket list because if I were ever to do this, I’d be dead before I hit the ground, so…end of bucket list.  Easy peasy.


falling out of plane

I’ll just stay inside this perfectly good plane if you don’t mind, thank you very much.


  1. Go bungee jumping

Second only to my desire not to jump out of a plane is my desire not to go bungee jumping. I mean, really. You get yourself togged up in some harness – I think it ties to your feet or something? – and then you jump off a perfectly good bridge or tower and go plummeting earthward? Then wham, bam, thank you ma’am, your plummet stops and you are jerked back upward.  In my mind’s eye I can see it…my nose two inches from the ground before I snap back upward.  And with the way my brain works I’d be thinking the whole time about the guy up at the top of that bridge who is probably being paid minimum to make sure the bungee cords are set right, adequate length, perfect weight for the person, etc., and the whole way down, I’d be thinking…”Did he come in sober today?”  Or worse yet, “Did he come in hung over today?”  And considering I’m afraid of falling (not heights so much mind you, as falling) the ending to this little adventure would be much like the jumping of out of a plane fiasco – I’d be dead of a massive heart attack, or what they used to call just plain old “fright,” before I made it to the finale of this nonsensical free-fall.

So, nope – sorry. Not going to happen.



  1. Go on a crazy roller coaster

As has been made apparent from the first two things on my list…I’m not afraid of heights. I’m afraid of falling. Falling and being suspended in the air with seemingly nothing to hold me in would give me a panic attack or worse. On something like the Tatsu roller coaster at Six Flags where you’re not even buckled firmly into a normal cart but rather left hanging out in the air freestyle, strapped onto a flying booster seat kind of thing, I’d be dead before the roller coaster came back to earth.  You know how people say “Such and such scared her to death?”  Yeah, well, that would be me. Now you guys get why this is a reverse bucket list, right? And I don’t know what happens to the vomit one expels in the middle of an upside down whirl on a roller coaster, but I don’t want to find out and I’m sure the people within range of my vomit wouldn’t want to find out either. So, we’ll give this one a pass.



  1. Go on the Giant Canyon Swing at Glenwood Caverns

This little gem is in Colorado. Their promotional literature states: “Ready for a screaming thrill ride soaring above Glenwood Springs?” Why no, no I’m not.  “Launch yourself out into Glenwood Canyon, 1,300 feet above the Colorado River, on the Giant Canyon Swing!” it says.  Nope, nope, nope –  not going to happen.   “If you’re brave enough to open your eyes…” I think you mean, stupid  “…your views of the Canyon and Glenwood Springs are breathtaking as you soar through the air at speeds up to 50 miles per hour.” Fifty miles an hour? If I’m going fifty miles in anything it will be in a car on a road! Or a train. Trains are good. And while I realize that we hear of more accidents happening on the roads than on these adventure rides, in my mind’s eye, I can still easily see this “swing” taking off from its girders and flying into the Canyon à laFinal Destination” with me in tow.  And while that might be a hell of a ride with an excellent view for a few seconds, just nope.   


click on the photo to go to Glenwood Caverns site

Nope, nope, nope, and nope. But if you’d like to learn more about this ride, just click on the photo to go to the Glenwood Caverns site.


  1. Go anywhere near the Kishtwar Kailash road to base camp:

The Kishtwar Kailash is a mountain in the Indian Himalayas…and people try to climb it… “because it’s there,”  the fools!  Apparently its west face was climbed for the first time in 2013. It’s all very cool when you think about it. But the “road to base camp” is carved out of the side of the mountain and there is no guard rail (obviously) preventing a bus or car from plummeting over the side of that mountain and going down, down, down and down about a few more hundred times.  From a video I watched recently, at a couple of points the wheels of a bus traversing this path are only a couple of inches from the edge of the cliff side of the mountain. At one point, not being able to see the cliff’s edge from around a corner they had to navigate, the driver’s helper (or one of the passengers) got out and directed the driver around the curve. Now, that’s trust. This is what you go through just to get to the base camp before even beginning your attempt at climbing what is apparently an incredibly challenging and dangerous mountain.

No, thank you. Onto the reverse bucket list it goes.



  1. Eat an insect dipped in anything and fried

I don’t care if they are a delicacy in some countries or how much protein people claim they have, it’s a bug.  And not only would I not eat an insect dipped in anything and fried, I wouldn’t even eat it if it just came au naturel. No.  Just no.  No a million times.  Bugs need have no fear of being eaten by me. The plus to this is when aliens come to take over the Earth they will know that I was kind to their kinfolk and they won’t disintegrate me or try to eat me like they will everyone else.  Oh, they might stick me in a cage in some kind of an interplanetary zoo. But at least they won’t be feeding me bugs.

men in black

I solemnly swear, no bugs, fried or otherwise, have ever passed these lips. (click photo for more info on edgar)


  1. Attend anything that calls itself “fashion week”

Have you seen some of the fashions the designers come up with, seemingly to make women look as silly as possible?  The clothes that are displayed in the fashion week specials they show on t.v. do not look like the outfits you’d see on “real women” out in the “real world.”  Or at least not in the world I live in.  But then I don’t have a kajillion dollars, so maybe that’s why.  And no-one ever looks happy at these things. The models look petulant and ill-tempered, and the attendees all look as though they’d rather be anywhere else on Earth than at that particular event.  I thought clothes and clothes shopping made people happy.  But then again…I did mention what these outfits look like, right?

fashion week

Okay, so who has ever seen these clothes anywhere besides on a fashion runway? (click photo for link to Vogue article on designer)


  1. Go swimming with sharks

I love sharks. I’ve even got an app called Shark Tracker that helps me keep track of my favorite ones. But going swimming with them?  My tasty flesh in the same vicinity as all of those lovely sharks with great big teeth?  No thanks. I will watch them safely from the comfort of my armchair, or maybe a big, powerful boat that has no chance of sinking. But in the water?  No. Just no.  Now that I think about it, maybe not even on a big, powerful boat…I’ve seen Jaws. I know how that played out. It wasn’t good.  Not good at all. Not to mention the Titanic was a big, powerful boat that was unsinkable. And we all know how well that worked out. Armchair is good.  Yeah, I like the armchair.


"Fish are friends, not food." Hopefully people are friends and not food...but distance makes the heart grow I'll stay far away...

“Fish are our friends, not food.” Hopefully people are their friends and not food…but distance makes the heart grow fonder…so I’ll stay far away… (click photo for more info)


  1. Act in a play

Actors say that the adrenalin rush of being on stage – at the end of a play – and getting the applause makes it all worth while. But I’m sure no one would want to pay to see me standing stock still on stage, forgetting to move, forgetting to talk, having to be carried off with a dolly because I’m too scared to move. I will spare myself, and the audience, that, thank you very much.


stage fright

The beautiful Marlene Dietrich in none other than Stage Fright… capturing the exact face I would make if ever forced to act in a play.  (click photo for more info)


  1. Go caving

Some people call it caving. Others call it spelunking. I call it plain silliness. Hey, I’ve seen the movies. I know what happens. Does “The Descent” ring a bell? Okay, how about “The Cave?” Crawling through utter darkness, pressed in by stone on every side, mourning the friends you’ve just lost…having to squeeze through tunnels barely big enough for you and what if you get stuck? Can’t move forward, can’t move backward, having to wait a week to lose enough weight until you can move? I don’t want to lose weight that badly…oh, and the mutated monsters that just ate your friends. Nobody mentions those in the tourist literature.


creepy crawlies from The Descent. Click photo for more info.

Creepy crawlies from The Descent. You never see those on the brochures, do you!? (click photo for more info)

Ain’t Like Momma Fixed It

Saw these in the grocery store yesterday. Not sure how long they’ve been out, probably a while for all I know. Admittedly, I did not buy them nor will I try them. I just can’t imagine that they taste anything near edible. And certainly nowhere near anything like biscuits and gravy. Oh sure, the idea was a good one. Two great things combined into a third, fun, artery-clogging food item. But the end product is what I’m not so sure about. I mean, this is the same group that threw together Chicken and Waffles Chips and look what that got us. Yuck. That’s what it got us. A whole lotta yuck.


biscuits and gravy chips

Out of Step

Okay, so I never said I was coordinated. This is why I hate organized aerobics/dance classes of any kind. It’s just embarrassing for those of us who, while entirely enthusiastic, are completely and utterly awkward. Our hearts and our minds are like “Yes! You’ve got this!” And our bodies are like “Yeah, I don’t think so…you want our legs and arms to do what!? At the same time? Are you out of your mind!?”





Material Girl

Okay, so I’m not normally a materialist person. I could live quite happily, in a very small cottage on the Irish seaside for the rest of my days with nothing much to my name — so long as I had unlimited WiFi.

But as for the typical things like jewelry or clothes, nope, it’s not me. I can’t remember the last time I bought a pair of shoes or an outfit and while I love to look at jewelry, I don’t often wear it (only on special occasions).

However, there are a few things that I crave and unfortunately, spend too much money on…books, books, books, and more books. Movies. If we watch a movie we love, we get the DVD as quickly as possible and watch it over and over again. Oh, and I do still want that Tardis Fridge I showed you guys a while back (that you can find here) if I ever get rich, which I don’t expect to happen, but hey, you never know — maybe that lotto ticket I have yet to buy will somehow magically make me a winner.  The key thing I’m told is you actually have to buy a ticket to have a chance at winning. Hmm…that’s a rigged deal if I ever heard one, I think.

And now, I’ve come across something else that I truly want.  Voila!  An adult fort!  It’s called the Orwell Cabin Bed. I love it…I want it…I must have it. Of course my bank account tells me differently. But like the Tardis Fridge, eventually, one day, it will be mine.

fort bed

Orwell Cabin Bed: Click Photo for Link


fort bed 2


fort bed 3