Hell hath no fury . . .

[BlueStateSaint]

I'm beginning to see the point at which this statement starts to be true in a woman's life.  Here goes:

This past week, I got a Christmas decoration that looks like a gingerbread house, from the Hallmark Gold Crown store in the Concourse of the Empire State Plaza.  When a small button on it is pressed, it plays the "Sugar Plum Faries" piece from The Nutcracker.  Weeeell, my wife and I brought it to her, and our daughter looked at it for a bit, then I pressed the button.  Our daughter started to rock back and forth to the music, and there's "gumdrops" on the roof of the house that light up to the music.  She loved it.  She went through the cycle about six times. 

Then we tried to take it away. 

Succeeded, too. 

But, she started to scream bloody murder from the get-go.  Oreo ran from her carpeted perch (which is near where our daughter was) and went into our bedxroom, hiding under the bed.  The cat knows.  Her crying and screaming was something that neither my wife nor I had ever seen before, in its sheer intensity.  My wife put the gingerbread house into the box it came in and put the box in the china closet.  Our daughter eventually calmed down, but I thought of the phrase, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," and thought to myself, "And so it begins."

May God Himself help her future husband.

[Chris]

I learned about that when I was 9.  I watched my sister and the girl across the street be friends and then not-friends a hundred times over.  After a year of this, I said to myself "what's the point?"

[RightCoast]

Maybe I'm confused but why didn't you just leave the house with your daughter??

[asdf2231]

Maybe I'm confused but why didn't you just leave the house with your daughter??

Because if they had to listen to the "Sugar Plum Faries" piece from The Nutcracker 500,000,000 times between now and Christmas there would be something very much like the last 20 minutes of The Shining going on shortly.

[Miss Mia]

Because if they had to listen to the "Sugar Plum Faries" piece from The Nutcracker 500,000,000 times between now and Christmas there would be something very much like the last 20 minutes of The Shining going on shortly.

LOL!!   

[MrsSmith]

LOL!!   

He's not kidding...anyone who has ever lived with youngsters will agree.   The song a toy plays, or the newest movie, or the newest game...you hear it forever.  This is the only reason I buy toys with batteries...eventually they DIE!!!!

[RightCoast]

He's not kidding...anyone who has ever lived with youngsters will agree.   The song a toy plays, or the newest movie, or the newest game...you hear it forever.  This is the only reason I buy toys with batteries...eventually they DIE!!!!

Or you take them out!

[franksolich]

Because if they had to listen to the "Sugar Plum Faries" piece from The Nutcracker 500,000,000 times between now and Christmas there would be something very much like the last 20 minutes of The Shining going on shortly.

I dunno.

When I was a teenager, and then in college, I used to live in houses of wealthy people while they were on long vacations (cheaper to have me, than to board out the pets, plus better security).

There was one house that had a large collection music boxes, antique and not antique.

I used to spend hours--and I mean hours; it irritated any friend who happened to be along--just sitting there, one or another of the music boxes jammed against the forehead, or the back of the skull, or underneath the chin, "listening" to the music.

Just sitting there, letting the vibrations of the music box vibrate in my own skeletal structure.  For hours and hours, and even the same music twenty or more times over, before I switched to another music box.

That was when I decided that when I win the Powerball lottery, besides buying some prime real-estate in the Nebraska Sandhills and a bunch of bison, I would fill a house full of music boxes and pendulum ticking clocks.

[Carl]

I dunno.

When I was a teenager, and then in college, I used to live in houses of wealthy people while they were on long vacations (cheaper to have me, than to board out the pets, plus better security).

There was one house that had a large collection music boxes, antique and not antique.

I used to spend hours--and I mean hours; it irritated any friend who happened to be along--just sitting there, one or another of the music boxes jammed against the forehead, or the back of the skull, or underneath the chin, "listening" to the music.

Just sitting there, letting the vibrations of the music box vibrate in my own skeletal structure.  For hours and hours, and even the same music twenty or more times over, before I switched to another music box.

That was when I decided that when I win the Powerball lottery, besides buying some prime real-estate in the Nebraska Sandhills and a bunch of bison, I would fill a house full of music boxes and pendulum ticking clocks.

Frank,you are a priceless treasure to mankind.

I am humbled and honored to have "met" you.

[franksolich]

Frank,you are a priceless treasure to mankind.

Yeah, right.

It'd probably freak you and everybody else out, if they ever saw me approaching a non-electric or non-batteried grandfather clock or mantel clock.

There's always this irresistible impulse--always followed, too, even if people are standing around, able to see what I'm doing--to press the forehead against, or to weigh all ten fingertips down upon, the clock, so as to absorb the "sound."

It's kind of one of the greater pleasures in life, to "join" the hearing world, even if only for thirty seconds or so.

I'll bet muddyemms' infant daughter is experiencing the same sensation, but then as she grows older, she'll discard it, having found just listening a lot easier.

[Schadenfreude]

T R O U B L E1!!!1!!! 

Enjoy these years, they grow up way too quickly.

[franksolich]

I'm beginning to see the point at which this statement starts to be true in a woman's life.  Here goes:

This past week, I got a Christmas decoration that looks like a gingerbread house, from the Hallmark Gold Crown store in the Concourse of the Empire State Plaza.  When a small button on it is pressed, it plays the "Sugar Plum Faries" piece from The Nutcracker.  Weeeell, my wife and I br.....

Hey, muddyemms, sir, if you're up for something, and lit's convenient, how about doing me a little favor?

Do it about three times, to see if there's a pattern here.

Apparently you've played the thing where the infant hears the sound of the "music box" through the air.

Do that again, and then have the infant "hear" through bone-conduction, by having a part of the "music box" physically touching some part of her, preferably a part where the bones are closest to the top of the skin (i.e., where the skin is thinner, such as the forehead or the elbow or the knee).

Repeat that process about three times.

Try to notice if she reacts differently, to hearing through the air, and hearing through her skeletal structure.

Let us know.

Thanks.

[Wineslob]

Yeah, right.

It'd probably freak you and everybody else out, if they ever saw me approaching a non-electric or non-batteried grandfather clock or mantel clock.

There's always this irresistible impulse--always followed, too, even if people are standing around, able to see what I'm doing--to press the forehead against, or to weigh all ten fingertips down upon, the clock, so as to absorb the "sound."

It's kind of one of the greater pleasures in life, to "join" the hearing world, even if only for thirty seconds or so.

I'll bet muddyemms' infant daughter is experiencing the same sensation, but then as she grows older, she'll discard it, having found just listening a lot easier.

You would love the Herschede Grandfather's clock my parents have. The chimes are wonderful.