IDK, my BFF Jill?
Alright. I’m not gonna lie. The best part about giving my teenagers cell phones has nothing to do with the fact that I can check in randomly and see if they’re behaving, or that they can let me know right off the bat if plans change. No, the best part about giving my teenagers cell phones, is the threat.
I gave it to them, I can take it away.
A lot like that oh so important thing called “life”.
You see, while my son loves his phone, he could live without it and knows that. My daughter though – oh she is connected to her phone by an umbilical cord of desperate need. She MUST have her phone. She MUST have the ability to text. She’ll simply DIE without it, because OMG WHAT IF SOMEONE FORWARDS A MESSAGE AND SHE BREAKS THE CHAIN?!
Inorite?! She’ll NEVER get kissed at if THAT happens!
This, as you can imagine, has become a very, very important bargaining tool.
Me: Hey, go start that load of laundry, will ya?
Her: Uh, no?
Me: Uh, lemme see your cell for a minute…
Her: FINE, mom. (stomps off to start said laundry.)
Isn’t that beautiful? It works for loading the dishwasher, letting the dog in and out, cleaning up her room, going to pick up something from her aunt’s house, and even being nice to her sister sometimes, though that one still needs a little work. Another cell phone related ploy that works? “Boy, it sure would suck if your brother could talk to your BFF – also his girlfriend – on HIS phone, and YOU couldn’t…”
It has also proved to be an amazing alarm clock for the kid, saving my voice box. The Girl decided that people should record their ring tones for her, and asked for a wake up alarm from me. I gave it to her – in the loud piercing voice that usually is reserved for the 18th OMG YOU ARE LATE GET UP wake up call of the morning. Now, at 6:30am, it never fails to make me laugh to hear my voice from her room repeating “Get the fuck up NOOOOOW!”
Even better? I then hear of it repeating across town, as that ring tone has been passed around to all of the teenagers, even the ones who’s mom’s are of the ‘wake them gently’ persuasion.
Maybe that’s why they’re all using the lovely “Bitch stop calling me!” ring tone for my calls…
Of course, it also allows phone calls like this when she checks in after school:
Her: Mom! I’m going home with MK today, just in case you forgot.
Me: Ok. I remembered. Have fun!
Her: Yeah, so your boyfriend can stay a little longer!
Me: Yay!
Her: Have happy sex, mom! Bye!
Me: (Cracks UP) Behave. Bye!
Don’t you wish you had MY kids?!
(And for the record – I have no boyfriend. Just in case you were wondering. Heh!)
Thursday Funny with the Pup!
Me, to Nana on the phone: Hey! Wanna learn to Salsa with me?
The Pup, eavesdropping: Salsa is EASY! You just take the chip, dip it in the Salsa, and EAT!
Me and Nana:…..HAHAHAHHAHahaHA!
Me: Now THATS my kinda Salsa!
— Sometimes the Pup is SO my child.. *L*
Charlie bit me!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! Omg. Little boys with accents KILL me. And the baby.. the BABY… those CHEEKS.. nomnomnomnomnom!
enjoy!
Drama, drama, drama…
– First off, the 3rd place winner of the Giveaway hasn’t gotten a hold of me yet, so Amanda Sue in fourth place, check your email. You can give me your choice of the last two books, and I’ll hold on to the remaining one for Pamela when she answers her email. I hope to get them all out by Friday. Thanks again for participating, and to Phenix & Phenix for donating the books to give away! –
Now. Drama. This time, though, I don’t mean of the teenage angsty sort – or at least not yet. It seems my daughter decided to try out for the upcoming play put on by the Drama Club. I cannot TELL you how giddy this makes me! Of all the extra activities that my kids have participated in, the one I was beginning to figure I’d have to wait for my youngest to hit high school to participate in was Drama. Thus, I am thrilled beyond belief that not only did she try out, but she got a part her first try out of the gate! MK, her BFF (and The Boy’s GF) got a part as well, so they’re happily over at the school rehearsing today.
YAY!
In case it’s not abundantly clear – I was a drama geek in high school. I only attended public school for my last two years of high school, the same school that my two oldest are attending now. The idea of clubs and such was pretty foriegn to me, as in the tiny private schools I attended, we were more apt to have “Learn 50 Bible Verses in 50 Days” instead of “put on costumes and pretend to be someone else for a while” activities. Unless of course, we were putting on costumes to pretend to be Moses. or Jesus. You know how it goes.
One of the best high school memories I have, though, is the year the Drama Club went to New York City for a week. We raised money, we held events, we pooled our pennies, and something like 18 of us were wisked away from small town Alaska to the Big Apple. NYC will never be the same! We saw 4 Broadway plays – one of which resulted in the eventual firing of our Drama Club Teacher, because the parents didn’t approve of our just up and going to see Le Cage Aux Folles, when we got the chance. We loved it, of course, but the parents? not so much. I think my mom is STILL upset at Ms. W for that one! We also saw Cats – on Broadway. It was, quite simply, AMAZING. We also saw I’m Not Rappaport, and Big River. We did a TON of sight seeing, walking, and general ooohing and ahhing at buildings bigger then we ever dreamed. We went to the top of the Twin Towers, we hit the top of the Eiffle Tower, we hit the Crown in the Statue of Liberty. For a group of kids from a tiny town where the biggest building was 2 stories tall, a town that had just gotten it’s very first traffic light – it was a VERY. BIG. DEAL.
Now, I don’t know if my kid will be able to take a trip like that, if they even still do trips like that for the Drama club, but I do know that when the curtain rises on her very first play and every play therafter, I’ll be there, Video Camera in hand, cheering loudly for my kid(s).
After all, it beats the hell outa Band concerts!
Break a leg, kiddos! Break a leg!
