Turning Into Your Mother Part II

The other one at http://davesgarden.com/s/337702.html was getting long! :D

GW, I don't know what "zizzerate" means, either, but your mother/my sister, Lotusblossom, got it from your grandma/my mother. Mother always said it in a teasing, not a threatening way, and always when we were being mischievous, not naughty -- don't know in what connection LB said it to you.

Some day I'll be dead.........THEN you'll be sorry.

There are starving children in China who would LOVE to be able to eat the supper I made you. EAT IT!
Gardenwife:
What can I say.....I heard them both frequently. Oh yes, one more:Some day I hope you have a child just like you. THEN you'll know what you put me thru.
Guess what.........I DID have just what she said I would!!!!!
"Zizzerate" was mother's chiding way of saying she would "get me" for this or that that I had done. It was always said in a loving, kidding way. Why did'nt you ask me before you blabbed to everyone......(Someday you'll be sorry..another one mother said which I now pass on to you).
Love, (sniffsniffsniff)your mother plant

Just wail till your father gets home. HE won't put up with this.

I was already laughing, but didn't know what to say. now I'm rolling on the floor!!!!!!!!

LB and GW, what a memory download this has brought about!
"I'm at the end of my rope"..."That music/book/movie/friend is low-brow"..."Go ahead and go, I'll be all right"...and how about this, LB -- "You two go into that room and stay there until you can be nice/make up." Ah, the thrilling days of yesteryear!

"Low-Brow"!! LOL, yes!

Hey....This just occurred to me. I wonder if zizzerate has its origins in the word eviscerate. Perhaps it became watered down through the years and came to be zizzerate...LOL

Freeeeedommmmm!

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DD...please also refer to the bottom post on the previous page. It is important to have the correct emphasis when you put someone on a guilt trip (but never mind me,,,I know how busy you must be or you would have CALLED me).

bwahahahaha!!

Kimberly, can I have your mom????

Yes, GW, "zizzerate" must indeed have its origins in the verb, "to eviscerate" -- and I feel there must also be links to the noun, "epizootic", as in: "I've got the epizootic today" (which is an actual word, listed in Dorland's Medical Dictionary).

LB, how right you are about the correct emphasis. "Someday you'll have a child of your own, and THEN you'll know I feel" -- which is why I never did!

Ditto, whiterose. Mega dittos!

Dear Whiterose.

"You and your sister stop that playing together. You know you will end in an argument so don't even start to try to have fun!"

Remember?

Yes, do I ever! Let's see, can we spell "d-y-s-f-u-n-c-t-i-o-n-al"? Ha! I love you.

Oh PISH POSH! There is nithing wrong with you that a good knock upside the head won't fix...said to the accompaning sound of THUMP alond my head. This was always done with a grin when I complained about somthing like "I'm stupid" or "I hate my life"

Well, THAT must have boosted your self-esteem a hundredfold! LOL. (This thread could turn into a forum of its very own.)

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my mom would just look at me, shaking her head, and say, "oh, anGIEEEE." or she would whisper at the top of her lungs (if you can imagine that, it's quite funny) while snapping her fingers, "angela kay, be quiet!" (she'd be whispering because normally we were in church when she said that!)

i don't have any kids to say this too, and i most likely won't say these particular things if i had kids cuz i won't name them after myself!

Hey, Pangie. I can totally relate to the concept of "whispering at the top of her lungs." How funny.

ROTF...Just read the rest of these to Howie. Oh, how funny!!

How many of you had to go and pick your own hickory?? O yes!! Everytime I got a whippin I was told to go get her a hickory....I don't know which ones hurt the worst...the skinny little ones or the the ones the size of your finger!

I remember one time my sister was in trouble about something and I jumped up and said I'll go get you a hickory mama.....I chose to pull the biggest limb off my fathers newly planted apple tree!!!! Boy how the tables were suddenly turned on me!! I wound up getting the whippin and then daddy went out and taped the limb back on his apple tree!! Boy howdy do I ever remember that one!!!

For us it was go get me a willow switch. At about 7 yrs. old I went out and picked the tip off the smallest one I could find and gave it to her. She looked at it and said "now what am I going to do with this little twig?" So she sent me out for a bigger one. Dad had cut off a huge branch the day before so I tugged on it and managed to drag it to the porch but couldn't get it up the steps. So I went back in and she asked where the switch was. "I can't get it up the steps" I said. She opened the door and saw the branch laying there and said "nevermind, I'll get one myself" She went out and came back across the yard cracking a switch like Indianna Jones and humming. That did it! By this time I was in tears and shaking like a leaf in the wind absolutly terrified of that switch and I knew my Mom was enjoying this way too much! I blubbered I was sorry and wouldn't ever ever Ever do it again. WHAT? she asked. Still blubbering I said "I don't know what I did but Honest Mom, I'll never do it again! " She looked at that whip all serious and told me "OK' Go on out and play" I ran to the door and looked back to see her Wrapping the switch and weaving it into a circle of others she had in a box under the table. She had seen a wreath in a magazine and was trying to make one for the front door! OH how I hated that wreath!



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LOL I just remember the wooden handle hairbrush that was wielded by my Mother if we misbehaved. One day when Mom was downtown, my brother got a brilliant idea. He decided that the way to get rid of that hairbrush was to burn it. So he put some newspaper into the bathtub and lit that thing on fire. Mom arrived home while the mop up was taking place and that is when we discovered that she had another of those wooden handle hairbrushes hidden away! OOOOOHHHHHHH BOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYY did my brother get IT.
Mom used to say that she would apply her hand "firmly to the SEAT of the problem." Lani