I have finally become a California driver…and I am ASHAMED!!!
This morning I made a left-hand turn into the far right lane. It felt wrong. I am usually one of those silly drivers that use my turn signals and turn into the lane closest to me (like I learned in drivers training). Didn’t everyone else learn these rules of the road? Around here, that can cause an accident!
What's next for me? Maybe lane changes without signaling!!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Monday, June 20, 2005
I wasn't born yesterday
This is the text I got from Nick this morning:
I jst got detention 4 no reason
My reply:
I guess u r grnded 4 no reason
I jst got detention 4 no reason
My reply:
I guess u r grnded 4 no reason
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
God save the Queen!
Last night Nick received a call from ex-brother-in-law. He told Nick that they had just issued a Tsunami warning and being we live at the beach; we should RUN FOR THE HILLS!!! Royalty runs in the ex’s family (drama is what they do). Sooo, Nick, being the royal boy he is, freaks out.
Should he pack his stuff?
What should he take?
How much time do I think we have to live?
I tried to reassure him that we were not in any danger. Uncle S calls back to tell us that he has sent us a link online to the National Disaster Something-or- other. He told Nick to get online and monitor the situation. I told Nick to get in bed and let me be the “disaster monitor”. He just couldn’t sleep, he was all wound up. Here death was, knocking on our door, and I wanted him to go to bed! I watched the local T.V station and found out the warning had been cancelled, so I went to bed. I woke up at 2 am and I could hear the TV was on in the boy’s room. I wish I had taken a picture of the “Queen” himself. He was sleeping sideways on his bed with his head facing the TV, remote still in his hand and the TV on the local news station. I don’t know how late he was awake.
This morning, when he was feeling a little more secure about his destiny he said, “If there was a Tsunami, I would have just rode the wave on my board!”
HA, I tried not to laugh and a didn’t mention my 2 am discovery.
Should he pack his stuff?
What should he take?
How much time do I think we have to live?
I tried to reassure him that we were not in any danger. Uncle S calls back to tell us that he has sent us a link online to the National Disaster Something-or- other. He told Nick to get online and monitor the situation. I told Nick to get in bed and let me be the “disaster monitor”. He just couldn’t sleep, he was all wound up. Here death was, knocking on our door, and I wanted him to go to bed! I watched the local T.V station and found out the warning had been cancelled, so I went to bed. I woke up at 2 am and I could hear the TV was on in the boy’s room. I wish I had taken a picture of the “Queen” himself. He was sleeping sideways on his bed with his head facing the TV, remote still in his hand and the TV on the local news station. I don’t know how late he was awake.
This morning, when he was feeling a little more secure about his destiny he said, “If there was a Tsunami, I would have just rode the wave on my board!”
HA, I tried not to laugh and a didn’t mention my 2 am discovery.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
What a way to start the day
I am in a pleasant place, warm and friendly.
It is bright and clean, like an empty house with freshly painted walls.
I am happy to be there.
I feel like this is my place.
Slowly I start floating, my contentment is like helium.
Soon I am floating on my back and slowly ascending through layers of sleep.
I am at peace, a blissful feeling, floating…
Even before I am fully awake, I am aware that I am still in a bright place. The last layers of sleep rush by and my eyes pop open. It is light in my room! I sit up too quickly and my head spins. I finally focus on my alarm- 5:48 a.m. HOLY SHIT!!!!! I forgot to set the alarm. Late, Late, Late.
It is bright and clean, like an empty house with freshly painted walls.
I am happy to be there.
I feel like this is my place.
Slowly I start floating, my contentment is like helium.
Soon I am floating on my back and slowly ascending through layers of sleep.
I am at peace, a blissful feeling, floating…
Even before I am fully awake, I am aware that I am still in a bright place. The last layers of sleep rush by and my eyes pop open. It is light in my room! I sit up too quickly and my head spins. I finally focus on my alarm- 5:48 a.m. HOLY SHIT!!!!! I forgot to set the alarm. Late, Late, Late.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
BATTLE ON MAJORCA DRIVE
Nick has been growing his hair for about 9 months now. He is going for the “surfer look”. I am not really fond of his hair but agreed to let him grow it as long as his attitude didn’t change and he continued to get good grades. He has kept his grades up but the last month his attitude has been, well, an attitude. He has been mouthy and cocky, two things that really piss me off. I have kinda let it slide because he just takes sooo much energy to deal with. Over the weekend I decided that I had better get it all in check before it got out of hand.
We went clothes shopping on Monday after work. Now that he is a full fledged, hormonal teen, he is not fun to shop with (unless it is for something he really wants). He didn’t want to try any of the shorts on, nothing looked right, blah blah blah. He spied a belt buckle with a canteen on it (that’s what he called it. Give me a break, it was a small flask) and went moony over it. I said, “no you may not have the flask belt buckle”. He protested, “Mom, it’s a canteen!”. I suggested I drop him off in the desert and see how long he survived with his canteen. Anyway, he didn’t like that answer and wanted to know exactly why, and reminded me several times that “because I said so” is not an answer. I hate back talk and especially in public places. (I don’t holler at my kids in public places, I save that for home) I suggested we take ourselves out to the car, not to discuss the buckle, but to check his attitude. He thought otherwise, maybe I was going to change my mind (or let him talk me into it). He told me he could put energy drinks in the canteen (ha, I don’t even let him drink energy drinks and the flask only hold a couple of ounces). He continued to try and work his magic on me even though I told him to stop. I ended up grounding him and we had dinner in silence (poor Devon had to listen to us all night). He pouted the rest of the evening and made sly comments all night that related to the stupid belt buckle.
Tuesday he was fine until right before dinner when he asked “Do you think I could have that belt buckle for Graduation?” I couldn’t believe my ears (really, I could, I am just being dramatic). Round two, ding-ding! I can’t believe that I actually argued with him! We went round and round for about 10 minutes and I then I called the fight- on the fact that dinner was burning. He did this cocky little salute and said, “Yes maaaaam!” as he walked away. I flipped! I calmly looked at him and said “Get your clothes on and meet me in the car”.
I could tell by the look on his face he was puzzled and a little worried. He barely had the door shut when I started rolling. “Mom, where are we going?” he asks all innocently. “To have your hair cut!” I say. Floodgates open: He begins crying like a heartbroken teenage girl. By the time we drive out front gate, he was hysterical. He promised to never talk back or be disrespectful again, in his whole life! He promised me his Ipod, his surfboard and his skim board. I calmly tell him that I had warned him many times over the last month that his hair was going to go if his attitude didn’t. I was afraid for a moment that he wouldn’t get out of the car and he is now bigger than me. We sat in front of Supercuts for 10 minutes while he sobbed. I caved a little and told him if he would “get it together” I would only have them cut 2 inches off. I said if he didn’t “get it together” I would ask them to shave his head. Mean, huh?! Finally he got out and went inside. He sniffed the whole time she cut his hair. You would have thought I asked the girl to remove his whole head. He looks fine, actually much better. Now if he would just comb it. He was an angel the rest of the night. I am crossing my fingers that this will be the end of the attitude for a while. What are the chances? He is 141/2, I am trying to be realistic.
We went clothes shopping on Monday after work. Now that he is a full fledged, hormonal teen, he is not fun to shop with (unless it is for something he really wants). He didn’t want to try any of the shorts on, nothing looked right, blah blah blah. He spied a belt buckle with a canteen on it (that’s what he called it. Give me a break, it was a small flask) and went moony over it. I said, “no you may not have the flask belt buckle”. He protested, “Mom, it’s a canteen!”. I suggested I drop him off in the desert and see how long he survived with his canteen. Anyway, he didn’t like that answer and wanted to know exactly why, and reminded me several times that “because I said so” is not an answer. I hate back talk and especially in public places. (I don’t holler at my kids in public places, I save that for home) I suggested we take ourselves out to the car, not to discuss the buckle, but to check his attitude. He thought otherwise, maybe I was going to change my mind (or let him talk me into it). He told me he could put energy drinks in the canteen (ha, I don’t even let him drink energy drinks and the flask only hold a couple of ounces). He continued to try and work his magic on me even though I told him to stop. I ended up grounding him and we had dinner in silence (poor Devon had to listen to us all night). He pouted the rest of the evening and made sly comments all night that related to the stupid belt buckle.
Tuesday he was fine until right before dinner when he asked “Do you think I could have that belt buckle for Graduation?” I couldn’t believe my ears (really, I could, I am just being dramatic). Round two, ding-ding! I can’t believe that I actually argued with him! We went round and round for about 10 minutes and I then I called the fight- on the fact that dinner was burning. He did this cocky little salute and said, “Yes maaaaam!” as he walked away. I flipped! I calmly looked at him and said “Get your clothes on and meet me in the car”.
I could tell by the look on his face he was puzzled and a little worried. He barely had the door shut when I started rolling. “Mom, where are we going?” he asks all innocently. “To have your hair cut!” I say. Floodgates open: He begins crying like a heartbroken teenage girl. By the time we drive out front gate, he was hysterical. He promised to never talk back or be disrespectful again, in his whole life! He promised me his Ipod, his surfboard and his skim board. I calmly tell him that I had warned him many times over the last month that his hair was going to go if his attitude didn’t. I was afraid for a moment that he wouldn’t get out of the car and he is now bigger than me. We sat in front of Supercuts for 10 minutes while he sobbed. I caved a little and told him if he would “get it together” I would only have them cut 2 inches off. I said if he didn’t “get it together” I would ask them to shave his head. Mean, huh?! Finally he got out and went inside. He sniffed the whole time she cut his hair. You would have thought I asked the girl to remove his whole head. He looks fine, actually much better. Now if he would just comb it. He was an angel the rest of the night. I am crossing my fingers that this will be the end of the attitude for a while. What are the chances? He is 141/2, I am trying to be realistic.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Smell me
I can spend a good 45 minutes in the laundry detergent aisle of Target. I love laundry. I love to smell all the different detergents and the different fabric softeners. I usually have 3 different kinds of detergents with their corresponding fabric softeners in my laundry room. Sometime, when I feel crazy, I mix them up.
Soooo, imagine my sheer delight last night when I discovered that Bath and Body Works has a new scent- COTTON BLOSSOM! It smells like lovely, fresh, clean laundry. I love it!! I will be smelling myself all day.
Soooo, imagine my sheer delight last night when I discovered that Bath and Body Works has a new scent- COTTON BLOSSOM! It smells like lovely, fresh, clean laundry. I love it!! I will be smelling myself all day.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Word of the Day-shit
Devon loves the song “Hollaback Girl” by Gwen Stefani, so we bought the CD this weekend. We decided to listen to it on our way to school this morning. The radio version is a bit different than the one on the CD. The song starts out with It’s my shit and the shit continues throughout the whole song. She says shit about a zillion times. I started hollering- “POOP”, every time she said shit. By the time we got to school Devon was laughing like a mad man. As the song ended I looked over my shoulder and said, “Damn, she has a potty mouth.” Devon giggled and said, “Why did you swear?” I told him I was just so tired of hearing shit that I had to mix it up.
Not a very appropriate start to a Monday morning. What was Gwen thinking? Wait, what was I thinking?
Not a very appropriate start to a Monday morning. What was Gwen thinking? Wait, what was I thinking?
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Friday, June 03, 2005
Sticks and Stones may break my bones
Words can be:
Enthralling
Alluring
Breathtaking
Sexual
Exciting
Healing
Inspiring
Spurious
Misleading
Deceptive
Hurtful
Void
Words can paint a picture, flat, one dimensional, reflection of what you want to be.
Words can be bigger than life
Life turns out to be much smaller than the words
Words can get YOU what you want
We want more than words
Sometimes the fantasy is much greater than the reality. Yeah, Much greater…
Enthralling
Alluring
Breathtaking
Sexual
Exciting
Healing
Inspiring
Spurious
Misleading
Deceptive
Hurtful
Void
Words can paint a picture, flat, one dimensional, reflection of what you want to be.
Words can be bigger than life
Life turns out to be much smaller than the words
Words can get YOU what you want
We want more than words
Sometimes the fantasy is much greater than the reality. Yeah, Much greater…
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Gotta love this boy
D: “Mom are you having a hot temper?”
M: “Yes honey, I guess I am”
D: “Why”
M: “Well, several reasons I guess”
D: “It’s that time, right?”
*look that could kill*
D: “Yep, it’s that time, it’s almost your bed time”
I guess I feel a little better. I think it’s a really good thing we got rid of the cat though. I feel the need to pull some hair.
Disclaimer: No animals were ever harmed in the making of this blog. Well, except for the time I stepped on the dog while making a mad dash to get the phone...O.K., I bathed the cat once with Pantene and she broke out in these hives, oh, yucky...and yes, dammit! I killed the Sea Monkeys!!!
M: “Yes honey, I guess I am”
D: “Why”
M: “Well, several reasons I guess”
D: “It’s that time, right?”
*look that could kill*
D: “Yep, it’s that time, it’s almost your bed time”
I guess I feel a little better. I think it’s a really good thing we got rid of the cat though. I feel the need to pull some hair.
Disclaimer: No animals were ever harmed in the making of this blog. Well, except for the time I stepped on the dog while making a mad dash to get the phone...O.K., I bathed the cat once with Pantene and she broke out in these hives, oh, yucky...and yes, dammit! I killed the Sea Monkeys!!!
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
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