My post on Saturday sparked an interesting discussion with my friend Pam about treasure hunting. She was suprised that National Treasure was a favorite of the hubby considering some of his other personal favorites include Tombstone and the Matrix.
Little known fact about the hubby: He loves the idea of being a treasure hunter. From Indiana Jones to the archeology of Egypt, if he could make a living as a professional treasure hunter, he would.
For now he makes due as a network engineer. We can't all live the dream.
Weekly he appeases his questing need with NBC's new reality show "Treasure Hunters." Teams of three follow clues all over the United States and Europe that will eventually lead them to millions in gold and treasure. We have a great time guessing the clues and dissing the players.
Until last week.
One of the teams is a family -- mother, father and daughter. Last week the teams were trudging through a swamp, recreating the trek of the Underground Railroad. The daughter cried and wailed the entire time. The parents had an opportunity to leave her crying ass behind, but they didn't.
This week: crying, sobbing, whining and bickering.
We tutted and muttered about her behavior. We assumed she was at most 18. Then we found out she is 24 years old. I was married with a mortgage by 24. Attitudes shifted suddenly in our family room.
"What would you do if you kid acted like that," I inquired to the hubby.
He thought for a minute and replied. "If she didn't quit her bawling hysterics, I'd hit her over the head and leave her dead body in the swamp for someone to find."
Parenting skills at their finest.
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Since your sis and I don't have kids yet, we have to test our parenting skills on the snaggle toothed hairball.
With no power because of the storms in here St. Lou, Jenn said "we can't leave our little baby boy at home all day in this heat. We've gotta take him with us." I said, "Oh hell no. No no no. We're locking him in the basement. He'll be fine."
Yep... I'm the man of the house. I put my foot down.
So as we take the dog with us to work...
Sadly, we are down to 1 car this week (hers is in the shop) and it doesn't have working AC. With lights out in the city, it took an hour to take a trip that MAPQUEST would suggest take 10 minutes. The dog ran around the entire car, snotting and slobbering over everything, something my normally sweet wife has very little tolerance for. By the time we got to my work she said "I'm taking this jerk home and I don't care if he's dry roasted by the end of the day!"
We may have to work on the parenting skills a bit.
Thank God you're back at work. I haven't dared e-mail Jen since I know her mood WITH air conditioning.
Actually, I'm at Jenn's work. The power was still isn't on at home, nor at work... and so we decided I would sit quietly in a corner and secretly drink in as much AC as possible before end of day. We're praying that power is back on when we get home in a few hours.
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