Okay. So y'all know I'm somewhat fanatical about my boy John. And it's been kinda hard to explain why I am that way to people who don't really want to get it.
And, in fear of blabbing my face off and turning you right away from clicking on the link, I shall just say this:
Watch this. And then watch it again. Hell, maybe even 2 more times after that.
And then, watch it one more time, but I mean really watch it. And by watch it, I mean watch it AND listen to it. He has this really nifty way of making the guitar talk. Then you stand a chance of knowing why I'm somewhat fanatical about my boy John.
Oh, and a well kept secret? I'm almost as fanatical about Keith too.
Ciao!
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
We interrupt this absence....
Got some news that absolutely MUST be shared!
After far too long, and two too many attempts, #1 got his license today.
Yes, yes he did.
He passed the test, including the parallel parking, in my beloved Maggie.
He was pretty pleased. As was I. Maybe.
Then, guess who shows up at my work right after school, asking if he can take the car? I would've thought he would have waited at least until the next day.
But noooo....
And you're never gonna believe this next part!
I gave him the keys!! Yes, yes I did. Was I stroking out a little bit? Did my already "slightly high" blood pressure go a wee bit higher? Was I incredibly distracted and thankful that it was a slow night at work? Uh huh...
But, if you think THAT is hard to believe, wait until you read this!! Are you sitting down? If not, you better.
Later on in the evening, I get a call from SG who just wanted to advise me to be on the alert for his call. I asked why and then nearly fell over.
He let #1 use the brand new truck!!! Oh wait, many of you didn't read about the truck yet, I didn't tell you the story.... van was a write off, got a new Ford. But maybe more on that later.
He let #1 use the brand new truck.... Yes, yes he did!!
The day I thought was going to be a loooonnnnng time coming, well, it came. And on the very same day the boy got the license yet!!
Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable!!
The funniest part about the whole thing was when #1 was talking about how nervous he was driving by himself and how aware he had to be of absolutely everything. He said it was hard not having the extra set of eyes. The situation didn't improve any when the police were following him as he cruised around town. He assumes that I pulled some strings and stuff and that they were sent out to do just that. Follow him around. Like they have nothing better to do.... So SG said to him, "That's right, they know who you are and they will be watching you."
Far be it for me to confirm or deny.
I think I'll just let him keep thinking that.
Ciao!
After far too long, and two too many attempts, #1 got his license today.
Yes, yes he did.
He passed the test, including the parallel parking, in my beloved Maggie.
He was pretty pleased. As was I. Maybe.
Then, guess who shows up at my work right after school, asking if he can take the car? I would've thought he would have waited at least until the next day.
But noooo....
And you're never gonna believe this next part!
I gave him the keys!! Yes, yes I did. Was I stroking out a little bit? Did my already "slightly high" blood pressure go a wee bit higher? Was I incredibly distracted and thankful that it was a slow night at work? Uh huh...
But, if you think THAT is hard to believe, wait until you read this!! Are you sitting down? If not, you better.
Later on in the evening, I get a call from SG who just wanted to advise me to be on the alert for his call. I asked why and then nearly fell over.
He let #1 use the brand new truck!!! Oh wait, many of you didn't read about the truck yet, I didn't tell you the story.... van was a write off, got a new Ford. But maybe more on that later.
He let #1 use the brand new truck.... Yes, yes he did!!
The day I thought was going to be a loooonnnnng time coming, well, it came. And on the very same day the boy got the license yet!!
Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable!!
The funniest part about the whole thing was when #1 was talking about how nervous he was driving by himself and how aware he had to be of absolutely everything. He said it was hard not having the extra set of eyes. The situation didn't improve any when the police were following him as he cruised around town. He assumes that I pulled some strings and stuff and that they were sent out to do just that. Follow him around. Like they have nothing better to do.... So SG said to him, "That's right, they know who you are and they will be watching you."
Far be it for me to confirm or deny.
I think I'll just let him keep thinking that.
Ciao!
Monday, May 31, 2010
More visual
I know you want words. And believe me, I want to give you words.
I'm just trying to figure out a way to put into words what it is I want to say. That's all.
So, in order to possibly tide you over and maybe keep you coming back, I'm showing you my fantastical photography skills.
I'll see you in a week or so....
Ciao!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
It's all in the Interpretation
One of the things that I find interesting about being a parent to two teenage boys is that, well, they're not quite like girls. Which is obviously obvious I know, but I'm talking about the inner pysche thing. Their thought processes tend to be a little different than a girls.
Okay, who am I kidding. Their thought processes are a LOT different!!
Take, for example, when asked "Could you please clean up the kitchen, get the dishes put away and make sure the counters are clean for when your mother gets home from work tonight."
Well, I've paraphrased that somewhat because I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to read the exact wording .... I know it was probably a lot harsher and more than likely said with a volume level some might consider yelling. Hey, we're a loud household here, put your ear plugs in.
And I will say, I was pleasantly surprised the other night when I walked in at midnight and saw that my kitchen was tidy.
Okay, I was totally blown away.
You see, I'm used to coming home at night to one of two scenarios. Either the supper dishes are scattered all over the counter or they're neatly stacked in piles beside the sink. Waiting for me to wash them up. Sometimes they're rinsed. Sometimes they're not.
But the counters were clean. There weren't any dirty dishes to be seen! It was fabulous. I stood back and smiled. And thought, wow, I guess they've finally discovered that "considerate" gene. I was pretty pleased.
Short lived however. As I walked over to turn on the light above the sink, I saw it. Turns out the dishes were just placed in the sink. Rinsed and neatly stacked. Waiting, once again, for me to wash them up.
But hey, the counters were clean. Which goes to prove the theory that teenagers only hear the last few words of any sentence that contains a call to action.
Ciao!
Okay, who am I kidding. Their thought processes are a LOT different!!
Take, for example, when asked "Could you please clean up the kitchen, get the dishes put away and make sure the counters are clean for when your mother gets home from work tonight."
Well, I've paraphrased that somewhat because I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to read the exact wording .... I know it was probably a lot harsher and more than likely said with a volume level some might consider yelling. Hey, we're a loud household here, put your ear plugs in.
And I will say, I was pleasantly surprised the other night when I walked in at midnight and saw that my kitchen was tidy.
Okay, I was totally blown away.
You see, I'm used to coming home at night to one of two scenarios. Either the supper dishes are scattered all over the counter or they're neatly stacked in piles beside the sink. Waiting for me to wash them up. Sometimes they're rinsed. Sometimes they're not.
But the counters were clean. There weren't any dirty dishes to be seen! It was fabulous. I stood back and smiled. And thought, wow, I guess they've finally discovered that "considerate" gene. I was pretty pleased.
Short lived however. As I walked over to turn on the light above the sink, I saw it. Turns out the dishes were just placed in the sink. Rinsed and neatly stacked. Waiting, once again, for me to wash them up.
But hey, the counters were clean. Which goes to prove the theory that teenagers only hear the last few words of any sentence that contains a call to action.
Ciao!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Sunday Morning adventure...
I would've much rather been on the golf course ....
As some of you know, and many of you don't, SG was involved in a wee little traffic accident this past week. He's okay, a tad sore, some bones outta place, not broken, strained muscles, you know, the kind of injuries you sustain when you hit another car.
We went to the compound this morning to get the rest of his personal effects out of it.
We're not sure if it's going to be written off. Or repaired.
Ciao!
As some of you know, and many of you don't, SG was involved in a wee little traffic accident this past week. He's okay, a tad sore, some bones outta place, not broken, strained muscles, you know, the kind of injuries you sustain when you hit another car.
We went to the compound this morning to get the rest of his personal effects out of it.
We're not sure if it's going to be written off. Or repaired.
Ciao!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Talk about stage fright....
I've had a number of great blogs lately. Written in my head. Just there. No where else. Because life has been full of really, really, REALLY!!! interesting stuff.
I've been writing them in my head, but I just haven't had the time to sit down and type the frickin' things out. Really, I haven't. In case you didn't hear, we had puppies. Well, not "we"... the Girl Dog and the Boy Dog. They had the puppies. And while Girl Dog does the best she can to take care of them, most of the responsiblity eventually falls upon us, the humans, to make sure they survive. Make sure they grow to be the best puppies that those people who purchase them could possibly have. And, in case you were wondering, this takes up a fair bit of time. Earlier mornings, later nights. Trips home at lunch (yeah... I know... I can now, so I do!!), feeding, watering, playing, walking, feeding... well I'm sure you get the picture. Not to mention that they are so bloody cute, with their personalities starting to come out and the kerfuffling that goes on... You just want to spend time with them and nothing else.
And yes, I just typed kerfuffling...
Had some stuff going on with #1... I'm sure you all saw the picture. I am so freakin' proud of that kid. Just goes to prove the saying, "Throw enough shit at the wall and some of it's bound to stick". Apparently the continual hounding and asking and telling and yelling and freaking out right on to his head is working. For the most part I guess. At least the parts where it counts. He's graduating in a little over two months and, he's almost trustworthy enough to let him drive my Maggie. Well, that's when he passes his road test. No wait, maybe not.... Oh, and the "insert name of female friend here" hassles. Who knew teenage girls could be so... such... I don't know, if she don't smarten up she's going to have to deal with me....
Then there's my #2. He, who decides when and if he wants to... This child has given me more grey hair in the last couple of months than I'm sure I could've possibly earned in the last ten years! My first fourteen year old wasn't this bad, why does my second one have to be? Did they change something in the feed for the cows that has caused the milk to have different hormones in it that will inevitably change the way your child behaves??? That being said... he can still pull it off if he wants to. But only when he wants to.
Fun times I do say!
But for now, I must tend to the remaining few pups, and then I'm off to pluck the chin hairs that always seem to show up in times of stress. If you don't know about chin hairs, well I'm envious. If you want to know about pups, just ask!
Ciao!!
I've been writing them in my head, but I just haven't had the time to sit down and type the frickin' things out. Really, I haven't. In case you didn't hear, we had puppies. Well, not "we"... the Girl Dog and the Boy Dog. They had the puppies. And while Girl Dog does the best she can to take care of them, most of the responsiblity eventually falls upon us, the humans, to make sure they survive. Make sure they grow to be the best puppies that those people who purchase them could possibly have. And, in case you were wondering, this takes up a fair bit of time. Earlier mornings, later nights. Trips home at lunch (yeah... I know... I can now, so I do!!), feeding, watering, playing, walking, feeding... well I'm sure you get the picture. Not to mention that they are so bloody cute, with their personalities starting to come out and the kerfuffling that goes on... You just want to spend time with them and nothing else.
And yes, I just typed kerfuffling...
Had some stuff going on with #1... I'm sure you all saw the picture. I am so freakin' proud of that kid. Just goes to prove the saying, "Throw enough shit at the wall and some of it's bound to stick". Apparently the continual hounding and asking and telling and yelling and freaking out right on to his head is working. For the most part I guess. At least the parts where it counts. He's graduating in a little over two months and, he's almost trustworthy enough to let him drive my Maggie. Well, that's when he passes his road test. No wait, maybe not.... Oh, and the "insert name of female friend here" hassles. Who knew teenage girls could be so... such... I don't know, if she don't smarten up she's going to have to deal with me....
Then there's my #2. He, who decides when and if he wants to... This child has given me more grey hair in the last couple of months than I'm sure I could've possibly earned in the last ten years! My first fourteen year old wasn't this bad, why does my second one have to be? Did they change something in the feed for the cows that has caused the milk to have different hormones in it that will inevitably change the way your child behaves??? That being said... he can still pull it off if he wants to. But only when he wants to.
Fun times I do say!
But for now, I must tend to the remaining few pups, and then I'm off to pluck the chin hairs that always seem to show up in times of stress. If you don't know about chin hairs, well I'm envious. If you want to know about pups, just ask!
Ciao!!
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