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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

AH Buzzbuzz...Buzzzz!

Yep.
Like a hive of busy little bee's we got BUSY yesterday!  Managed to bust out five new rides yesterday!  Apparently these old bones got a little life left in 'em!  And what beauties they are!  Two of them, of course sold in record time!  One, a gorgeous ladies, old school Giant Rincon was bought an then resold within seven minuets!  Even before I had got a chance to work on it!  The other, a classic Raleigh Mountain bike took the same path! Though I at least had enough time to rebuild that one!  We also pumped out a gorgeous seven speed Schwinn cruiser, a later model Giant Rincon and an absolutely FLAWLESS 2005 Giant Cypress!  Feel free to check them all out below.  Also, we have a sweet looking (now after much knuckle scraping effort) Mongoose D40 MTB almost finished!  This one is SAH-WEET!
SO, last night Angi and I once again ventured into the sad world of unappreciated teenage angst.  Oh joy YES!  That barren wasteland where the evil overbearing parents reign down harshly, with unjust and unrealistic expectations on their poor, downtrodden, misunderstood and martyr like teenagers!  Gleefully rubbing their hands together and cackling manically, they crack the whip of dominance against the yolk of oppression as the sallow faced youths toil endlessly in a thankless attempt to satisfy the whims of their demonic overlords! 
Yea.
Notice the cleverly concealed sarcasm?
I'll set the stage.  The older boys have two chores, which they split together.  Other then being expected to keep their side of the bedroom clean (which is an exercise in futility on our part) they are tasked with doing laundry, and cleaning the dishes.  Suffice to say, this is a nightly excursion into redundancy that we must undertake the tenuous task of reminding them.   We are constantly met with "But I did it yesterday!" (italics denote whining)  and "why can't the other kids do their OWN dishes?!" (capitals denote aggressive defiance)  Then of course comes the fighting and banging and deliberate half assed attempts.  Their idea is, if they do a crappy enough job, either I or Angela will step in, tell them to go away and do it ourselves.  Something we have both been guilty of from time to time.  But when you go to dish out dinner and the dinner plates you thought were clean have remnants from the dinner from the night before?  You get my point.  Our oldest has one further responsibility and that is to help mom during the day with the babies, when needed.  Although to hear him tell it, he does it ALL DAY LONG! (that's both whining and defiance) But, in all fairness ever since his indifference to school and a "It doesn't interest me" attitude resulted in his senior class office informing him that his presence in school this year was unnecessary, he has been a regular fixture around the house, as apparently working doesn't interest him much either.  Yes, he does restart his job next month and I do hope it works well for him, but in the meantime he's going to supplement his food budget by doing some helping around the house! 
Anyway.
Last night, upon coming home I was informed their was a slight mishap (and I won't go into THOSE details) caused by the fact that rather then performing the duties he was assigned he opted to sit at the table for hours creating a stop action film on his cell phone.  Now these things, ever since both he and Kaleb got one, have been a real thorn in my side!  Hardly a moment goes by when they are not attached to them.  And RARELY are they used for their intended purpose.  A phone.  No, with headphones in place they are constantly playing away.  Kaleb, sitting in his normal spot had apparently not made much of an effort either, as nary a load of laundry had been done.   I had enough, and confiscated both of their phones with the promise that once they had sufficiently "impressed" me with their desire to perform their tasks admirably, they would get them back.  Well, apparently my demonic hordes had slaughtered their favorite dog. Beyond the pouting, and initial refusal to sit at the table and have dinner in lieu of slumped shoulders, glaring eyes and reticent depression they did nothing to impress. Instead, Kaleb had voiced their opinion that neither Angi or I had "Any appreciation for everything they do!  Then they ate their dinner in stone silence and proceeded to go to bed.  Apparently, if they couldn't have their lifeline there was no point in going on!  Oy VEY! 
Thanks for letting me vent!  This only emphasize the trouble with youth today.  Yes I DO sound old when I say that, but at what point did we except the fact that children no longer needed to take on personal responsibility?
ANYWAY!
Now, exorcised of all frustration, I best get on with it, as I got a lot to do!
See y'all soon!


7 SPEED SCHWINN CRUISER
(SORRY, THIS ONE SOLD AS I WAS WRITTING THE BLOG)




PERFECT 2005 GIANT CYPRESS HYBRID!
ONLY $240.00!!!




GIANT RINCON MTB!
ONLY $110.00!!!

1 comment:

  1. And people say, "Gosh, Uncle Chippie, why don't YOU have any kids?"

    Oh, just beginner's luck, I guess.

    My Re-Cycle ad for the day: You see all those mountian bikes Steven has? Funny thing... If you don't have any mountains where you live (like, say, here in Florida), you can slap some smaller high pressure street tires on 'em and you gots yerself a killer urban explorer! I did just that with a Giant Iguana I bought from him some time ago, and it became an excellent long distance touring bike. Very long distance, if need be.

    The moral of the story:

    Never, ever, leave anything well enough alone. Where's the fun in that?

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