New Phone Phenomenon.....
Well, the kids are out of school and today is Nate's last Regents exam... He has been biking to his exams and hanging with his bud's in town... He is still required to call and let me know where he is headed and whom he is hanging with, despite all the eyes I have in town watching his antic's....
Yesterday, I did not get a call after the exam to let me know his plans, I tried calling his phone, no answer, sent him a text giving him a "you better call or else"... a few minutes later I see I have a voicemail.... thinking that my threat of chores, till you die, worked.... I listen to my voicemail and it was a collection of young male voices talking about various things, bikes, the test and then "look at the hooters on that babe" then various cat calls, whistles.... huh......
Yes, I had receive the new phenomenon a "butt dial". See these kids keep there phones in their back pockets and with the dial pad on the outside they can redial the previous number, just by smacking their behind on something.....
I now knew he was alive, breathing and a normal teenage boy..... 3 hours later I get a call....
"Oh mom, I am sooooo sorry I forgot to call you (in response to the chores till you die), me and so and so are doing this and will be home by 4pm....
My response: Obviously, I raised your Ass, right because it called me 3 hours ago.....but everything above your ass is in trouble, see you at 4pm..... Love you.....
He will be cleaning the chicken coop this weekend.....
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
You scraped what out of the road??
I heard from Samantha from the middle of Maine yesterday. She is doing her internship with the DA, Chief of Police, Court Clerk and Animal Control in this small town. She had to scrap and bag a dead baby bear out of the road the other day.... GROSS... She has received praise for her ability to spot expired inspections, registrations and people not wearing their seat belts. So watch out, up there in Maine.
On a that same note, Nate passed his driver test so those traveling in the Finger Lakes Region, you have been dually warned. Has anyone seen my van? Its missing with a 17 year old behind the wheel, experiencing freedom for the first time... APB....be on the look out for silver van, typical mom van with stickers, very faded "baby on board"... 17 year old male driver, glazed look, searching for anyone he knows to notice he is behind the wheel and he is alone in the car....scraching his head trying figure out one more reason to go to the store or stop at his girlfriends house... If you see him, tell him to get home, I need the paper towels that are under the front seat.
I heard from Samantha from the middle of Maine yesterday. She is doing her internship with the DA, Chief of Police, Court Clerk and Animal Control in this small town. She had to scrap and bag a dead baby bear out of the road the other day.... GROSS... She has received praise for her ability to spot expired inspections, registrations and people not wearing their seat belts. So watch out, up there in Maine.
On a that same note, Nate passed his driver test so those traveling in the Finger Lakes Region, you have been dually warned. Has anyone seen my van? Its missing with a 17 year old behind the wheel, experiencing freedom for the first time... APB....be on the look out for silver van, typical mom van with stickers, very faded "baby on board"... 17 year old male driver, glazed look, searching for anyone he knows to notice he is behind the wheel and he is alone in the car....scraching his head trying figure out one more reason to go to the store or stop at his girlfriends house... If you see him, tell him to get home, I need the paper towels that are under the front seat.
Deadly.... Ice cream season is open...
Driving home from the office last night... I was keeping to my right side of the road and I notice an on coming van leaving the left lane and entering my lane.
The "Oh shits" start in my car....
and I notice she is not even looking at the road only the ice cream cone in her hand and she is concentrating on licking it all the while she is driving straight at me.... Finally, in the nick of time she veers back in her lane, giving me a lame smile, shrugging....like "oops".
Now maybe it was just the fact, Id had a long day at the office, and I was tired but I wanted to grab that ice cream cone and shove it so far up her ass, that she would have had instant brain freeze.....
Driving home from the office last night... I was keeping to my right side of the road and I notice an on coming van leaving the left lane and entering my lane.
The "Oh shits" start in my car....
and I notice she is not even looking at the road only the ice cream cone in her hand and she is concentrating on licking it all the while she is driving straight at me.... Finally, in the nick of time she veers back in her lane, giving me a lame smile, shrugging....like "oops".
Now maybe it was just the fact, Id had a long day at the office, and I was tired but I wanted to grab that ice cream cone and shove it so far up her ass, that she would have had instant brain freeze.....
Saturday, June 26, 2010
I refused.....
even though it was Nathan's 17th birthday yesterday, to hit the speed bump.....
So we are headed down King Town road to pick up the birthday boy's girlfriend to head to my parent's for cake and ice cream.
And a big fat speed bump(AKA squirrel) heads for the center line. Nate starts screaming from the back seat..... HIT IT! HIT IT!
I refuse and hit the brakes, give the little fat fella a chance to scamper back to the side of the road and Nate exclaims from the back, "But it's MY birthday!".... I told him I don't care, I am not killing a squirrel for your birthday.... his final words were....
"Your a horrible mother".......
Then half way to mom and dad's, Sam is just giving me one rash after another so I jokingly say to her "Bad things happen to good people and your close to finding out!" She looks at me and says "I know tell me about it, I'm a disinherited, homeless diabetic that's lactose intolerant...." She took all the wind out of my threat.... brat..... kid kills me.....
We finally get back to the apartment and I hear this familiar, click, click of the bolt action of a gun, so I think Nate is cleaning his guns (he got gun socks for his birthday) So I yell up the stairs and say "Hey, what are you up to, up there????" As I peek up the stairwell... WHAP.... he nails me with his new Nerf gun.....
Man, I am so paying back my sister in law for buying him that.....Hear me Shell..... you have two boys to my one......
even though it was Nathan's 17th birthday yesterday, to hit the speed bump.....
So we are headed down King Town road to pick up the birthday boy's girlfriend to head to my parent's for cake and ice cream.
And a big fat speed bump(AKA squirrel) heads for the center line. Nate starts screaming from the back seat..... HIT IT! HIT IT!
I refuse and hit the brakes, give the little fat fella a chance to scamper back to the side of the road and Nate exclaims from the back, "But it's MY birthday!".... I told him I don't care, I am not killing a squirrel for your birthday.... his final words were....
"Your a horrible mother".......
Then half way to mom and dad's, Sam is just giving me one rash after another so I jokingly say to her "Bad things happen to good people and your close to finding out!" She looks at me and says "I know tell me about it, I'm a disinherited, homeless diabetic that's lactose intolerant...." She took all the wind out of my threat.... brat..... kid kills me.....
We finally get back to the apartment and I hear this familiar, click, click of the bolt action of a gun, so I think Nate is cleaning his guns (he got gun socks for his birthday) So I yell up the stairs and say "Hey, what are you up to, up there????" As I peek up the stairwell... WHAP.... he nails me with his new Nerf gun.....
Man, I am so paying back my sister in law for buying him that.....Hear me Shell..... you have two boys to my one......
Friday, June 25, 2010
So she made it....
through her first year of college and now Samantha will be heading off to Maine for seven weeks to do her field period for school. I have her home just for a few day's, long enough to dump off her stuff and re-pack. She sure has changed, this more mature version of my daughter makes me stop and contemplate. What? you may ask..... well, a lot.... everything from the start to here.
Yes, Yes.... I think to much..... much to much....
when she was about 4, she went with me to what they call a "pearl party" you pick and pay for an oyster and you see if you get a pearl and if you do you can have it made into jewelry. So she picked one and I had the pearl made into a necklace, over the years I have thought of several different occasions to give it to her but didn't. Last night felt right, the end of her first year of college.... just to let her know how special she really is....
She is like that pearl, after all of the irritations, trials and growing pains, here is this beautiful, shining young woman in the end....
through her first year of college and now Samantha will be heading off to Maine for seven weeks to do her field period for school. I have her home just for a few day's, long enough to dump off her stuff and re-pack. She sure has changed, this more mature version of my daughter makes me stop and contemplate. What? you may ask..... well, a lot.... everything from the start to here.
Yes, Yes.... I think to much..... much to much....
when she was about 4, she went with me to what they call a "pearl party" you pick and pay for an oyster and you see if you get a pearl and if you do you can have it made into jewelry. So she picked one and I had the pearl made into a necklace, over the years I have thought of several different occasions to give it to her but didn't. Last night felt right, the end of her first year of college.... just to let her know how special she really is....
She is like that pearl, after all of the irritations, trials and growing pains, here is this beautiful, shining young woman in the end....
Saturday, June 12, 2010
So you have decided.....
to mosey on over to the hollow... Well today its kind of cloudy and rainy. But that keeps the skeeters off, so it's not all bad.
Have you ever met someone that totally lacks in grace? Well that would be me... I find every pot hole hidden in the grass and find myself looking skyward every time. I had ton's of plans today and instead I find my butt on the sofa with my ankle above my head trying to find something on this blasted box called a TV that I pay an arm and a leg for each month.
This time I was walking down the deck steps get to the bottom... in a hole I go... Laying there, my son comes running up to me.... MOM, MOM are you OK? Are you ever going to learn how to walk down steps?
This made the pain stop for a moment while I chuckled... I wanted to smack him, then I thought, Jeez that was pretty funny.... then I wanted to smack him again.... Just kidding, he really did show concern, but that's not the first time he has seen one of my talented vaults threw the air...
So he has many attempts to gage his reaction......
Falling on the ground and right out laughing at me did not get him the required reaction from me the first few times.... So he's learned.... PRETEND.... Laugh behind her back....
I guess I will sign off...there is the remote... how did it get jammed in there... guess that's a topic for another post....
Have you ever met someone that totally lacks in grace? Well that would be me... I find every pot hole hidden in the grass and find myself looking skyward every time. I had ton's of plans today and instead I find my butt on the sofa with my ankle above my head trying to find something on this blasted box called a TV that I pay an arm and a leg for each month.
This time I was walking down the deck steps get to the bottom... in a hole I go... Laying there, my son comes running up to me.... MOM, MOM are you OK? Are you ever going to learn how to walk down steps?
This made the pain stop for a moment while I chuckled... I wanted to smack him, then I thought, Jeez that was pretty funny.... then I wanted to smack him again.... Just kidding, he really did show concern, but that's not the first time he has seen one of my talented vaults threw the air...
So he has many attempts to gage his reaction......
Falling on the ground and right out laughing at me did not get him the required reaction from me the first few times.... So he's learned.... PRETEND.... Laugh behind her back....
I guess I will sign off...there is the remote... how did it get jammed in there... guess that's a topic for another post....
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