The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round


I am afraid of school buses.

Nothing bad has ever happened to me on a bus (except for being excluded from the “way back” by the cool kids). And, I realize that schools have taken steps to make their buses safer for kids.

But, when I was in grade school in the 70’s, I was made to watch a Bus Safety Movie that scarred me for life. It was sort of Scared Straight for 5th graders, minus the jail scenes.

In one scene, a little girl exits the bus and runs in front of it as she crosses the street. Her handmade Valentine card slips from her folder and flutters to the ground, directly in front of the bus’ grill. She stops and runs back to grab her Valentine just as the bus driver steps on the gas. Cut to the Valentine blowing away down the street.

Another scene has a group of kids roughhousing as they climb over a snowbank to get onto the bus. The last kid in line slips and slides down the bank. . .under the bus. Buh-bye.

There were other equally horrifying scenes which probably live on in my subconscious somewhere.

So, while I may not remember a lot of what I was taught in school, I have internalized one thought:

Stay away from the bus.

Maybe THAT is why I homeschool.

You Down with OCD? (yeah you know me)*


Tap (right). Tap (left).

Wait. Did I tap left? Tap (left). That was too hard. Need to tap right again. Tap (right).

OK, better.

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Did I shut off the light?

Walk back to room. Light is off.

Turn it on. Turn it off.

Am I ok with that? No? On. Off.

Walk away.

Wait. Need to check that it is definitely off.

Go back and check.

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Need to count. Start at zero. Get to twenty and wonder if I thought of the number 17. Start back over at zero.

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This was my teen life. I’m not sure what brought it on, or what made it go away.

But, it did go away.

I think.

There are times, though, when I wonder if I have just suppressed it. Like tonight, when I walked into the kids’ room and saw stuff everywhere. The rationale side of me said, “go to bed; they can clean it up in the morning”. The other side said, “we need to do it now, now, now, now, now, now”. So we did it now.

And, then I felt better.

*in spite of the cutesy title, I’m not sure if my behavior qualifies as OCD; I do know it was something I couldn’t really control.

Ten More Things About Me

Paula from Rock the Cradle reached out and touched me for this meme.

Here are the VIR (very important rules):

  • Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.

  • Share five random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog. Then,
    share the five top places on your “want to see or want to see again” list.

  • Tag a minimum of five random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment in their blog.

So, here we go:

Random and/or Weird Facts about FOM:

1. My nickname in college was “Beaker”, and not because I was a science-experiment geek.

It was for this:

2. I once stood on stage with my sister at a Southern Culture on the Skids show, dancing and throwing fried chicken at people.

3. I hate my teeth and would love to have them whitened but all the products I’ve tried so far are murder on my sensitive teeth.

4. I can’t do a cartwheel. This is no small regret; I feel it is a major goal I have never achieved.

5. I have to sleep with at least a sheet on me and my feet must be covered all the time. I blame Amelia from Trilogy of Terror which I secretly watched from the staircase of our apartment in Illinois. It seriously freaked me out and caused me to never, ever dangle my feet over the edge of the bed in the night. Just rereading the plot is enough to give me the willies.

Places I’d like to visit/revisit:

1. Heaven, or whatever there is for us in the ‘afterlife’. But, could I come back afterward to tell everyone?

2. Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. I would be a bad, bad girl and stick my entire head into the chocolate river.


3. Japan, so I can stock up on egg molds and other oddities.

4. A deserted beach somewhere in the South Pacific, with Fairly Odd Father by my side to spread the sunblock and feed me slushy drinks.

5. A college campus, although I don’t even want to think about taking classes until the kids are much, MUCH older (and self-sufficient). What would I study? Probably literature, philosophy and creative writing.

Now. . .who to tag, who to tag?

Let’s see if Another Mom Creation, Organized Chaos, Whirlwind, Nuttnbunny and Jenny’s Journal want to play.

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