Tuesday Stuff

Turn It Down a Notch, Won’t You?


Heads or Tails is hosted by Barb a.k.a. Skittles. Thanks Barb!

This week’s prompt: Heads – Loud


We are not loud people.

In fact, it’s safe to say, we really can’t stand to be AROUND loud people.

I remember being shushed a lot when I was a kid. My dad got cranky when we were loud so I sort of grew up being quiet. It wasn’t until later that I really began to appreciate the art of silence.

Loud people make me nervous. Why do loud people feel so compelled to be loud? Insecurity? Attention? Why the theatrics? Loud people are obnoxious, irritating and definitely not cute, funny or even appealing when they’re loud. And don’t these loud people know that by being loud they are actually being counterproductive because no one really wants to be around a loud person?

Knowing when to shut up is a sign of maturity and a respect for those around you, quite frankly.

GD was a pretty quiet kid, MK? Not so much. He was a SCREAMER when he was little and his SCREAMS would make your ears bleed; they were loud and shrill and the tone was just one octave below your sanity level. When he got into one of his screaming fits (there were times NOTHING calmed that boy down), I actually went and sat in my car in the garage just to get my head screwed back on right before I felt calm enough to deal with him again.

lou35 I’m not a loud talker, though MK is. In fact, I had to constantly remind him when he was little (and occasionally still do now that he’s a teenager) to use his inside voice. He had a tendency to forget that the people he was talking to? Were standing right next to him.

I used to try and analyze why he felt the need to talk so loudly. Could he not hear himself? Was he just excited about something and couldn’t keep it inside? Was he trying to blow people’s eardrums? It was a mystery to me.

Loud people make me cringe. They physically hurt my ears. And loud shrill voices are the worst. In fact, its a pretty safe bet that if I find myself around that sort of person, I will politely, but quickly, exit the premises. There’s something so … uncomfortable about being around a loud person. Aside from the obvious irritating noise factor, there’s the fact that by being loud, that person is displaying his/her insecurities for all the world to see and I feel embarrassed for them.

The only time I’m ever loud with my children is when I’m scolding them. I talk in a pretty neutral voice most of the time so when I raise my voice, it really gets my kids’ attention (there’s a little tip for you new mothers – don’t raise your voice very often. Then when you do, not only will your kids sit up and take notice, they will know you mean business).

My kids do not like it when I raise my voice. I have a very harsh, even cruel, voice when I raise it and I’ve caught them actually cringing several times when I use it. Needless to say, they will pretty much do anything I ask them in order to prevent me from raising my voice.


I don’t like loud music UNLESS I’m really ticked off. Then I love to crank it up. When I get angry, it’s like my body puts off these intense heat waves and the music helps to absorb those nasty thoughts and anger vibes somehow.

My husband likes to play his guitar pretty loud. In fact, we have to shut him off in his office when he gets in one of his “moods” because it’s so loud it actually vibrates the windows and yes, our neighbors can hear it.

The only person who can not STAND loud noise, of any kind, is GD. And I think he might have sensitive ears partly because he was a preemie. Another reason I think he doesn’t like loud noises is because he’s just a sensitive kid. He has never handled strife very well in his life – he’s more of a smooth sailing, easy-going personality and doesn’t really “do” drama, of any sort or from anyone.

I think loud people, in general, are selfish and self-centered. I tend to get very impatient with people who don’t have enough sense to be quiet – especially when the situation demands it, like in a library, or during a movie.

“There are times when silence has the loudest voice”

How true, how true.


At this Moment …

Our current weather situation is:

Radar - 1/27

We’re in Springfield Missouri, in case you didn’t know that.

And as you can see, we’re buried under that big pink blob. And it looks bad.

Only, it’s really not that bad. In this case, it looks worse than it really is. We did get some sleet last night, about 1/2 inch, and school was canceled today as a result of slick roads, but the accumulation is more of a crunchy consistency at this point, sort of like walking on pebbles, than anything else.

But it’s a solid mass of pebbles. I just tried to scoop some up to take a picture of it in the palm of my hand, but I couldn’t do it. In fact, the only thing I could do was scratch the surface – it’s solid and it’s slick. Since we’re not supposed to get above freezing today, I’m predicting school will be canceled tomorrow as well.

This is what my world looks like right now, right this minute as seen from my back door:

Icy Wonderland

When I was standing outside to take this picture, I could hear the dreaded soft tinkling of ice falling – it’s sleeting right now. There’s nothing quite like that tinkle sound as the ice falls through the tree branches and embeds itself into the earth. It’s a flat pinging sound and Missourians are all too familiar with that sound. It’s a hard, solid sleeting though as opposed to a more wet consistency and it’s not really sticking to the trees but falling more like, well, pebbles.

This is typical winter weather for us. We don’t get snow very often, but we do get ice. Which is much worse because it’s hazardous to drive on, and heavy enough to snap tree limbs and cut power lines. We’ve now had an ice storm for the past three years – 2007 was the worst (it shut our city down for two solid weeks), last year we had one in February that lasted about a week, and now this year. It looks like it might not stick around very long though because we’re supposed to start warming back up on Thursday.


I Twittered about trying to locate our birth certificates yesterday. I went up to the bank to check our safety deposit box and I found all of the guys’ certificates, but mine wasn’t in there. I seem to have a problem with keeping track of my birth certificate, for some reason. I’ve already requested two copies.

However, the husband suggested I check one place at home and I did find it, so now our next step is to take our paperwork up to the post office and start the ball rolling on our passports.

Of course, that will have to wait until after this ice melts. And a day the boys get out of school early because the office is only accepting applications until 4:15 and that doesn’t give us a lot of time after school to drive across town.


I’m keeping a record of everything I eat. Not for dietary purposes but because my digestive problem has gotten out of control. Apparently, I’m eating gassy foods, which is not helping my problem.

I’m keeping this record for two reasons: 1. to pinpoint exactly what types of foods are giving me problems and 2. IF it gets to the point where I have to go to the doctor, it will expedite the process because they will ask me to keep a record anyway.

I’m also going to try Chamomile tea, something called Charcocaps (I love their little bloated cartoon characters, that’s me, exactly) and do a better job of taking Lactaid with my dairy intake.

I know some of you are shaking your heads and saying, GO TO A DOCTOR ALREADY, but I just can’t do that until I’ve exhausted all of my possibilities.

One – because I’m stubborn like that.

Two – because I’m honestly not sure if a doctor is what I need at this point (I’m getting older, my body is changing *ahem* and I just need to learn to roll with it).

Three – because I don’t want to spend an insane amount of money for them to tell me to do what I’m trying now

Four – because this way I can say I’ve already TRIED all of these options before they tell me to, therefore speeding up the process

Five – I’m not the sort of person who turns to a doctor before exhausting all of my personal options first.

I promise, if I feel like I’ve exhausted all of my possibilities, THEN I will go to a doctor. Until then … I’m gritting my teeth, handling the discomfort and trudging forward.


Speaking of health issues, my husband sent me a link to this article yesterday:

Obesity ‘Virus’ Spreads Like Common Cold, Scientists Say

Obesity can be “caught” as easily as a common cold from other people’s coughs, sneezes and dirty hands, scientists said Monday.

The condition has been linked to a highly-infectious virus which causes sniffles and sore throats.

Nikhil Dhurandhar, an associate professor at The Pennington Biomedical Research Center, in Baton Rouge, La., said the virus, known as AD-36, infects the lungs then whisks around the body, forcing fat cells to multiply and also causing sore throats.

“When this virus goes to fat tissue it replicates, making more copies of itself and in the process increases the number of new fat cells, which may explain why the fat tissue expands and why people get fat when they are infected with this virus,” Dhurandhar said.

You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.

I think this is just an excuse to classify obesity as a disease so people can once again not take responsibility for their personal choices.

This just STEAMS my broccoli.

Which is ANOTHER food I can’t eat because it gives me problems, thank you very much.

Yes, I’m cranky because I’m hungry and gassy. Humpf.