The Boy: So Garret wants me to go over to Jen’s house tonight.
Me: Ok… who’s Garret?
TB: He’s dating .Cindy.
Me: Oh. Wait, who’s Cindy?
TB: (Sigh!) Jen’s older sister.
Me: Ah, ok. So. Garret, who I don’t know…
TB: He’s the one that just got the El Camino
Me: OH! (pauses for a moment to enjoy the AWESOMENESS of that..) Ok, so Garret who i don’t know, but who has a car that is much awesome, and is dating .Cindy., who is Jen’s sister, invited you over to Jen’s house… to do what, exactly…
TB: Beowolf.
Me: Ok. Wait, what?
TB: (with exaggerated patience) Garret makes movies, and they need me for the party scene so we’re all meeting at Jen’s.
Me: OH, ok. Is this allright with Jen’s mom?
TB: Oh. We should ask, huh?
Me: YA THINK?!
Then, there was this:
(cell phone rings)
Papa: So. Are those YOUR teenagers walking around town in the dark?
Me: Uh, no….
Papa: HOW DO YOU KNOW?
Me: Because MY teenagers know better.
Papa: HA! ANd where are they?
Me: The Boy is at a girl’s house….
Papa: ALRIGHT BOY!
Me: …. And the girl is headed to the dance with the Twins. Walking, yes, but not in town.
Papa: And where is your OTHER CHILD.
Me: SIGH. With me.
Papa: WHERE.
Me: At the store, we’re checking out.
Nana: Good, are you coming to dinner?
Me: Are you paying?
Papa: NO – but I’ll go dutch.
Nana: Yes.
Me: Meetcha there!
And then – there was THIS. I told the above story about the boy and his going to Jen’s house, and Mom and I agreed the the most awesome part of the story was the El Camino – because HOW COOL IS THAT? And we have THIS:
The Pup: What’s an elcamino?
Me: it’s an awesome car.
Nana: It’s part car, part truck!
Pup: oooooooooh.
Nana: And it’s a stickshift. And when your riding in one with two boys, you have to sit in the middle, and straddle the hump.
Me: …….
Nana: Uh. I’m not saying how I know this.
Papa and me: ……
Nana: (looks at Papa, grins) Don’t worry! We weren’t dating then.
Me: hahahah!
Nana: …. We were married.
Me: CHOKES! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
My family? Is MOST awesome. Like there was ANY doubt, whatsoever…
And now, i just have to convince the boy, that when he goes to a girls house, and said girl JUMPS UP AND SQUEELS “YAY! Sean’s here TOO!” that it is a GOOD thing and she LIKES YOU you IIJIT so ASK her to a DANCE or something already! Because I like the girl. She’s a good girl!
And with that – I close NaBloPoMo with an extra post. Tada!
ETA: Wait – I was confused on the relationships at the house where the boy was! It’s like THIS:
Zach (Who wasn’t there, he was at work) dated Jen, who’s older sister is .Cindy. who was dating Steele. Steele’s older sister is Miranda, who is dating Garret, who is the one who asked Sean over to the house (Jen and .Cindy’s) to help with the movie making project. Currently, no one is dating Jen or .Cindy. but they went over to their house anyway because their parents are the “cool” parents.
When I protested that _I_ was TOO cool, he said yes, but the other kids just didn’t know me well enough to put me in that category, and our house was probably not big enough for all the kids. But I was indeed the coolest of them all, now can we stop by the store so I can get some soda please, mom?
- which, of course, I did so he could. Cuz I am a softy…
This isn’t what I intended to write about today – but for heavens sake, am I the ONLY PERSON ALIVE that watches a movie or reads a book in order to ENJOY A STORY? Without the need to over-analyze every little bit? Without the need to question everything about EVERYÂ word and what the motives are behind it? Seriously people – GET A LIFE. It’s a MOVIE. It’s a STORY. It is not something written/filmed to PERSONALLY ATTACK YOU…
It seems that a movie that hasn’t even OPENED yet, and has not even been SEEN by the people in question yet, is already pissing people off. Not only that, but it may be the only movie in history to piss off both the catholics AND the atheists AT THE SAME TIME. The Golden Campus – which doesn’t even OPEN for another week, has the catholics angry about the anti-church theme, and the atheists worried that it’s not anti-church enough.
Now, I have not read the books that the movie is based on, and even if I had, I probably wouldn’t be worried about EITHER. Are you people SO SURE that we are sheep without brains and will willingly follow every little suggestion that you’re attacking children’s movies BEFORE THEY ARE EVEN RELEASED now? Remember the whole “Tinky-Winky is GAY!” debacle? It’s this kind of bullshit that makes people think of the word ‘church’ with distaste and irritation. It’s THIS kind of shit that sees your message LOST in translation, because you cannot rely on your message as truth, without attacking anything that goes against it. The Truth will set you free, remember? And if you have the Truth, other’s WILL see it without you making a fucking ass out of yourself.
This annoys me to no end. This is the kind of attitude that breeds the condenscending asshole hypocrites that has me avoiding all churches as if they have the plague. MAN it irritates the everlovin shit outa me. (Duh, Lessa, tell us something we don’t know…)
UGH. IDIOTS.
Moving on.
What I REALLY was going to post was this:
Since I started the month talking about my trip and my tattoo, I thought I’d end the month by showing you how well it healed up. There’s a couple spots I will likely have to get retouched eventually, but all in all, I’m very pleased with it. I’m sure I had other things to say about it too? But I totally forgot in the wake of the above rant. *L*
But hello! This is the last post for NaBloPoMo! I did it yet again! NOW! GIMME THE SOCK ZOMBIES!!! I mean, please let me win them? Cross your fingers for me!
I admit it – I’m a child of the 80s. I tried the big hair, I adored every hair band out there, I find Jon Bon Jovi the sexiest thing to come out of New Jersey, ever. I still know the words to a whole bunch of songs, even if I can’t remember who sang them half the time (senility hits early! Ha!) It’s nice to see I’m not the only one with this affliction! A parue through youtube finds ALL SORTS of 80s goodies!
Better then the hair bands and video trip through the 80s though, is the COMMERCIALS. I love me some awesome commercials, I always have. It’s the only reason I watch the Super Bowl, and often I remember the commercials more then whatever TV program I’m watching at the time. It’s that 20 seconds of LOLtastic glee that makes my day… and the 80s… oh we had some serious amounts awesome and Giant Magazine produced a list, completely with youtube vids of some of the greatest moments EVER… Observe…
Who can forget this PSA? I LEARNED IT FROM YOU, alright? I learned it FROM WATCHINGYOU!
And then – we all learned the songs of Freedom Rock in one line bursts from this one:
Do YOU remember the McDLT? I do! Course, it helps that I was working at McDonald’s at the time. Regardless, did you know Jason Alexander did a commercial for it? No? Well HERE!
And how many licks DOES it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll tootsie pop?
(and also – kid, WHY ARE YOU NAKED?)
OMG – no WONDER I’m obsessed with the word ‘indubitably’ even though half the time I can’t say it! LOOK TBF! ITS NOT MY FAULT!!!
And proof that so many of us are going to hell – nothing makes us laugh harder then I’ve Fallen and I can’t get up!
And speaking of old… WHERE’S THE BEEF?
And next time my kids ask me how did I know? I’m gonna remember that I HEAAAAAARD it through the GRAPE VINE…
After all – this is your brain…
I’d share more, and tell you where to find them.. but… it’s an “ancient Chinese secret!”
It’s a simple request, a subtle plea, and one that occurs often… He’s a glutton for sensation, there is always that desire on whispered breath.
After all, she’s never said no to such an impassioned request, she’s never left him begging. There have been times when it seemed there was nothing else to give, but she found something, she found that all-important little gift to bestow upon him.
She has always satiated the insatiable – it is her own special gift. Lucky for him, she delights in the giving. Lucky for him, she always has something else to give, something left to place within his waiting hands, to submit to his greedy fingers.
Sometimes it is simple, sometimes it is far more involved. Always it is enough to keep him returning, to keep him always itching with the possibilities of what will come next and when will she submit to the urge, and finally give him what he desires the most…
So, on the 19th, and on the 20th, we had two big birthdays in our family – D-man turned 11, and TAT turned 9. Where does the time go?! Being as their birthdays are so close together, we do tend to celebrate them at the same time, and this year was no different. The Ladybug family (and my kids too) LOVE to swim, and the Nikiski Pool is a fine pool indeed to get ya party on in. So that’s where we headed.
We weren’t the only folks celebrating or simply enjoying the water – there was MANY MANY PEOPLES there.
That’s a picture BEFORE it got really crowded. And yes, all the kids are in there…. somewhere. We tried to keep tabs on them, and Papa even came prepared to take in all the sights…
Though even with the help of the binocs, he rarely could distinguish one little wet head from another while they bounced around happily in the pool. We were shocked however – we KNEW the Pup was really tall, and getting taller by the day, but that still did not prepare us to watch her walk through the 3-4ft section head and shoulders above the water level. She’s so TALL. It’s astonishing!
The boys, of course, simply followed the girls around – only because they were conveniently going that way…. least that’s what they SAID…
What’s funny is that while we were eating Cake – there were a couple young girls in bikini’s putting on quite the show for the boy. They were there with another group, who had a little guy playing in the sitting area with us. The girls kept coming over and bending over the railing to give the little dude kisses, and talk to him. Not so unusual, right? Except that every single time they bent over, they looked for The Boy to make sure he was watching… and he was, of course. Mama and I snickered and shook our heads – the boy thinks he’s invisible, but he’s oh so not…..
The girl is still working on her “no more pictures!” paparazzi rebuff stances. She’s pretty good at it too…
The nephews loved their gifts, and it was funny to see that TAT takes after his mama – he loves to save the paper, and as such, Dman was already playing with his gifts while TAT was still carefully peeling away tape. It was hysterial!
I got them each a copy of The Dangerous Book For Boys – which is a MOST AWESOME BOOK – and you should totally go out right now and at least read the chapter on Girls.
It made Nana and Papa giggle as much as it did me! It’s a short chapter, but OH SO IMPORTANT. *L* The book gives detailed instructions on how to build all sorts of kick ass things… it’s a must have for every guy in your life, age 1-100.
And of course the cakes were fabulous -like there was any doubt?
 And that’s how we spent yesterday afternoon – what did YOU do?
