Huh?

My son has joined a Christian death metal band, which he loves! On the way home from work yesterday, I picked him up from his band members house and he was chattering away. But lately there has been kind of a disconnect between us so our conversations usually end with me going, "Huh?" More so than usual. Here are some examples.

Him: "I have the best girl-scream out of all of them."

Me: "Girl scream? Isn't that bad?"

Him: "No, that's good. You want that."

Me: "Oh... Huh?"

Yeah. Girl screaming is good in a death metal band. That and growling, I guess.

Him: "I want Toms (the shoe) for my birthday!"

Me: "Ok. Send me a link."

Him: "I want them white. But I'm not going to wear them all the time. I'll wear them to school of course. To show them off. But I will have to walk to the bus stop with no shoes and then put a towel down. I will then step in the shoes on the towel so they don't ever get dirty."

Me: "Wow. Huh?"

Seriously. Whenever I'd buy those cheap $5 white shoes, I hated having them be pure stark white. I would walk around until I got a good dingy look going.

Him: "Me and the band walked to the gas station today, but we didn't have enough money for all of us to get a drink. This man offered me money to get a drink."

Me: "Yikes. That's creepy."

Him: "No, he was just being nice. The only nice person left in this world."

Me: "Umm... Sure. Huh?"

He is just from a totally different planet now. He had his grandmother get him a pool so he could start tanning. He wants just skinny jeans and shoes for his birthday. He wants a skate board. What's that about?

Ahh... Teenagers. They make you go, huh?

The Shoes

In case you wanted to see the totally awesome shoes my son picked out!



He loves them! I think it was the first thing he did this morning was put on his shoes. I was going to let Scooter out and he's like, "I'll do it!" Maybe I will get my money's worth after all...

What happened to Power Rangers?

So it's started. Today my son told me all he wanted for Christmas was clothes. Seriously?? No matter how much I wanted nice clothes growing up, I would not sacrifice other cool things for them. I said, "What about video games?" He said, "Well, yeah, but I don't want to get less clothes for them."

My jaw just about dropped.

This conversation took place after I took him to the mall. He said he wanted a jacket, but he admitted later that it was just a pretense to get me to go. If he acted like it was something he needed instead of just wanted, he could get me out of the house. Sadly, it worked. I'm not a rich person. I rarely have money to drop on clothes for any of us, but I don't want people to say I can't get my son a jacket.

What we ended up getting was a t-shirt and a pair of shoes. And before you think, "Oh, just a t-shirt. That's not bad." We went to the store Hot Topic. A t-shirt is $20. At least I told him no on the second t-shirt.

The shoes... The shoes were these God-awful baby blue checkered Vans. They were $41. I so wanted to judge him for it, but I grew up in the 80's...I wore florescent clothes. I can't judge. I have no Jordache covered leg to stand on here.

If you're wondering what we'll do about a jacket then, don't worry, he does have various jackets around the house. They will just have to do. He knew the choice he was making. If he has to shiver a little, he can just look down at those lovely shoes he picked and remember.

We were walking through Target and he said, "Do you remember when I used to hate clothes and I would go straight for the toys?"

"Yes, I do," I said in a sad voice. Yes, I do...

Moments

Life is full of moments. The older I get the more I realize this and wish I would've appreciated some of them more. Moments with my father who I miss so much and moments with my son. His childhood is almost over and I wish I could go back and gather all the moments and slowed them down. That little boy with the active imagination who'd run up to me and hug me. I miss that boy. I love the teenager, but I miss the boy.

This evening I was in the grocery store looking for spaghetti sauce when a woman and her little boy came down the aisle. I didn't look at them, but I could hear them talking.

The little boy said, "I found a penny! This is my lucky day!"

The mom said, "Please keep your voice down."

That upset me. He really wasn't that loud and he just sounded so excited. But I couldn't judge her, because I could remember that voice. That was the voice I'd use when I'd start tuning off the chattering and the whining. When I stopped truly listening.

I wanted to go over and say, "Let me see your penny," and enjoy the moment with him. Childhood seems long, but is really so short. I wished I'd thought about that when my son was young. But I didn't. Not always.

I'm not sure what the point of this blog is. For once I don't really have one.

Just make sure you always appreciate your lucky penny. They don't stay around forever.

I'm old and my son is dating.

My son is dating.

Yes, he's fifteen now. You would think I'd be be expecting this. But somehow I wasn't. I was prepared to deal with him getting his driver's license first and dating later. Then one day I went to pick him up at my mother-in-law's house and there were three girls outside with him.

So it began...

Luckily, he's sticking to only one now, but that almost worries me more. This isn't your typical I'm going out with so-and-so and then they break up the next day. I think this is your first love kind of thing. He's already been on two dates with her. Two. In one weekend! One was a Friday night roller skating date and the other was to a concert. It's scaring the crap out of me.

That's why I decided to come up with a list of helpful hints to help those mothers seeing their little boys date for the very first time. I hope it helps.

1. Denial. This will be your best friend. Couple it with alcohol and you'll forget you even have a son.

2. Do NOT think about what you were doing at his age. You'll lock him up for the rest of his life.

3. Do not buy him anymore expensive clothes unless you don't want to see them again. Especially jackets. Guy's love to give girls their jackets. It makes them seem strong. "I'm so manly I never get cold. Ever. -13 below? Ha! I can handle it. Yes, my skin was always blue. It's cool. Like Avatar."

4. Never track down the girlfriend's Facebook page. You'll read things that will scar you for life. You'll find yourself thinking, "Oh no you didn't say that about my BABY!" Just don't do it. Have you ever looked at your diary's from when you were a teenager? Yeah, it's like that. But shorter.

5. Hope that the girlfriend has an overprotective father. Those are the best. Then you don't have to do the worrying. They do it all for you. Just hope there's no reason for them to take out their shotgun.

6. Get a puppy. It takes care of that whole, "I'm not #1 in my little boy's life anymore." You'll always be #1 to a puppy. Unless of course they attach themselves to your husband. Try to avoid that. If the puppy looks a little too happy with your husband, take him away immediately.

7. Make sure you have an unlimited texting plan. I know it might seem expensive, but OMG, they text like we used to talk on the phone. And even if you think you can restrict it, you can't. Unlike us with the phone (under the covers, whispering), they could text all night long and you wouldn't know it. Just avoid the headache. No reason to live in a cardboard box just because your little boy had to say, "LOL" to his girlfriend five times, which cost you about $2 a piece.

8. Watch out for the Axe Cloud. I'm talking about the amount of body spray/and or/cologne teenage boys seem to think is necessary to smell good. They haven't learned that a little goes a long way. Just don't light a match. And be prepared to smell like a man at work that day.

9. Don't expect a whole lot of support from your husband. To them this is just the way things are. After all, they were all young studs themselves at one point. They might not say it, but inside they are thinking, "That's my boy!"

10. In addition to the cologne, there's a lot of primping that goes along with being a teenage love muffin. If your son has the shaggy hair like my son does then you know that's very high maintenance and involves flat irons and hours in the bathroom. Suddenly, that whole, "I'm so glad I didn't have a girl so I can have the bathroom to myself," is going to come back to bite you in the ass. You don't get the bathroom anymore. It's his. Move on.

Of course all of these tips mostly apply to me. You might have more than one son. You might even have a girl and a boy or just a girl or even more than that. This comes from my experiences with a boy.

Now I'm going to go back to my land of denial, where I don't have a son, and I'm married to Patrick Dempsey. He's decided we aren't going to have kids so he can focus on me. 24/7... Mmm...

My weekend

My mother is starting to move up our way now so my husband spent most of yesterday packing up a big U-Haul truck. But then it was time for the fire!

Fire. Heh-heh. Fire.



My coworker's are always complaining that I never do anything outside of work so when my coworker, Sunny, invited me and my husband to her bonfire I said we'd be there. It's kind of sweet too because that's where me and my husband met many years ago. At a bonfire. Although we were teenagers back then and we'd stay out all night. This time I was tired by midnight. I'm old!!

Today we went over to my mother's new house before going to her house in Maryland (confused yet?) and I tried to take some fall pictures before the leaves were gone.





Then after that we went back to Maryland to finish filling up the truck. When we got as much as we could in there, I followed my husband back to her new house. This is what I saw for many, MANY miles:




This is right before that car to the left cut in front of me.



Sun is starting to go down.







Then we got stuck in some Sunday traffic.



But we finally made it and between me, my husband, my son and my mother we got most of it unloaded. My husband and the guy that works with him will finish unpacking the bigger stuff tomorrow.

I'm tired...I'm not used to doing this much in one weekend. *grin* But it's a good tired... Plus I'm still not used to the time change yet.

Now I must finish washing clothes and then go to bed. *sigh* Another work week here already...

Me and my "little boy"

Here's a picture of me and my son. I can remember his first Halloween when we dressed him up as a pumpkin. *sniff* Time really does fly...

Fashion Challenged

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I went shopping yesterday. It was some retail therapy to cheer me up since I still can't find anything I need. It's awful when you have no access to your "stuff".

I bought a few new outfits for work since a few pieces are still missing and because what I do have is getting a little ragged. Does anyone else still get excited about wearing new clothes? It was like when I was in school and I couldn't wait for everyone to see my new outfit. I wake up all excited to take my shower and put on my new clothes. It's not like these clothes are really very exciting. Just some slacks and tops. But they are new!

My son also picked out some new clothes for himself. On the way to the store, I told him he needed clothes and he whined and cried about how he had enough clothes. But when I got done in the woman's section, I found him in the men's section (men's!) with a cart full of clothes-including jeans, t-shirts and sweatshirts. He even bought a hat! And he doesn't usually wear hats. It cost me an arm and a leg, but I'm happy to see him interested in his own clothes. I used to just pick out things for him and it was always hit or miss whether he'd like them or not. It was a PITA.

He seemed to be a little more upbeat about getting ready to go to school this morning too. He was dressed in all new clothes and was out to the bus stop early! Although, as I was watching him get on the bus, he did lose his shoe. He was stepping on the bus and oops! Shoe fell off. I gave a little sympathy groan for him, but I'm sure he played it off. *grin* He is my son! "Shoe fell off? I meant for that to happen. Yeah...that's how I roll."

Now it's time for me to get ready for work. In my new clothes!!!

P.S: I still need to work on interviews. So again, if you're waiting for one, please be patient with me! My routine is all out of wack so it'll take me a little while to adjust.

Rock Star!

My father loved to play the guitar. My best memories from childhood include him playing Beatle's songs for me and my friends when we'd all sing along. Somewhere there are some tape's of our sing-a-long's, but I have no idea where. My dad was the one person in this world who thought I was a good singer. He'd play Bob Dillon records at barbecues and have me sing for everyone. Yes, alcohol might've been consumed by the adults, but they still wanted to hear me! SUPER STAR!

When he was younger, my dad was in a band. I wish I could've seen that. I've seen pictures, but somehow it's not the same.

My brother also loves to play the guitar. I tried, but never had the patience for it. I learned to type instead, which seems to be the better choice for me. *grin*

Now my son has decided to learn the guitar. At first I was afraid it was like the time he wanted to play the violin (which lasted all of five seconds), but he seems to be serious this time. My mother paid for lessons for him and he's been to two so far. I recorded a clip of him tonight just to mark his progress.

It's grainy since I didn't have a lot of light and his playing is raw, but I do detect talent there. I'm soooo proud! I feel like I'm getting back a piece of my father through my son. He even has the long hair! ;)

If only I could get him to learn Twitty....

New Sitcom *Coming Soon*

After my post from yesterday, I got to thinking about how much I miss the old sitcoms. So me and my son came up with a new one. It's still a work in progress, but the title is:

Plastic Sporks

Here we are, face to face
A couple of Plastic Sporks
Hopin’ to find, we’re two of a kind
Are we a fork? Are we a spoon?
Together, we’re going to find our way.
Together, taking the time each day.
To learn all about those foods you just can’t scoop or fork.
Two plastic sporks together
You and I together (We’re going to find our way)
You and I together (We’re going to find our way)
You and I together.

Stay tuned!

Big Duck Party

The other day I was leaving work when I realized I wasn't alone. I looked to my right and apparently I'd interrupted Happy Hour...for the geese. Or big ducks. I call them ducks by mistake a lot. My husband is still waiting for me to actually find a real duck so I'll be right one time.



Zooming in. You can kind of see how our parking lot is full of their "droppings". You have to watch your step.



Bonus Picture:
My Precious



Actual conversation last night between me and my son on the way to the store:

"Mom. Do we have to listen to Twitty all the time?" Reaches for iPod.

"Don't you touch that!"

"But I don't want to listen to it..."

"You'll listen to Twitty and you'll LIKE IT!!!"

TGIF! I hear Hannah is supposed to visit us this weekend, so I guess I'll go rent a boat. ;) Stay dry!

First Day of School

Today was J's first day of high school. Let me tell you, for someone like me, six in the morning comes pretty quick. It was still dark out! That's just WRONG. Then when I went to take him to the bus stop, my car battery was dead. Yes, dead. Stupid thing.

I had to wake up my husband so he could take us both. While me and B were sitting in the truck, he thought we should leave so J wouldn't be embarrassed by having his parents sitting there watching him get on the bus. But he's my baby! I couldn't just leave him there! I guess one day I'll have to let go...when he's 20 *cough* 18.

His bus didn't even come until close to seven, but I'm assuming that's because it was the first day. He was worried about where he was going to sit on the bus. Man, I remember those days. Kind of.

Hopefully he'll be able to find his way around. He was all worried last night because he couldn't find his map of the school. But we found it.

High school...man. This is it. The last stretch. Why am I so sad?

Class of 2012

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Tuesday night I took my son to his Freshmen Orientation. On the way to school, we had this conversation:

J: "So now that we live closer to my school, does that mean you can drive me everyday?"

Me: "I don't think so... There's no time."

J: "School starts at 7:30."

Me: "And....?"

J: "You leave at 9:00."

Me: "Your point is....?"

Doesn't he know morning is my blogging time? Silly boy.

We get close to the school and immediately there's a problem. Unbeknownst to me his freshmen class has 200+ kids in it. And I think all of their parents and relatives were there that night. I was at this stop sign for like 10 minutes trying to go straight across to his school.

We finally cross over. Thank God! Wait... Not that kind of crossing over... I mean crossed the street...never mind.

By the time we find a parking space, it's 6:00 (the time it starts). And we left early! (For a change). As soon as we walk up to the high school, I remember something I'd forgotten. High schools are BIG. What door are we supposed to go into??? We start following this one kid and his mother who is asking everyone where the orientation is. And when I say, ask, I mean YELLS.

"HEY, ARE YOU GOING TO THE FRESHMEN ORIENTATION? WHERE IS THE FRESHMEN ORIENTATION?"

Yikes! Everyone kind of ignores her for awhile until she accosts some teenage girls coming out of the nearest door. They are nice enough (or scared enough) to direct her to the correct door.

As soon as we get in, me and J lose crazy lady and her kid and go our own way. We pass the auditorium and I'm like, "Hey, J. I think we're supposed to go in there." He mumbles something and keeps walking. Umm...k. We walk to the end of this loooooong hallway, and there's a lady giving out maps. Sadly, though, they don't have a arrow pointing down saying, "You are HERE." I also thought about doing the Joey thing where we go into the map, but was afraid I might embarrass J. And as fun as that is for me, I thought it wouldn't be kosher in high school...before he even starts. I'll wait until at least 10th grade before I drive up there in my sock monkey pants and heels.

So we turn around and I steer him into the auditorium. It's freaking huge! It's like a professional stage! Or maybe I just don't get out much. We walk down the left side and keep walking and walking. We finally pick some seats at the front. On the stage a older man in a red suit is talking. Yes, a red suit. Apparently the school colors are red. Awesome!

The older man is the principal. He starts introducing members of the staff. Then he introduces the police officer who is stationed at the school during the day. The whole audience goes deathly silent like he's going to arrest us if we speak. There were a lot of guilty people in that audience. I'm just saying...

He starts by telling us his wife wasn't speaking to him. He forgot her birthday! There's a huge, "Oooooooo..." from the audience.

He continues: "She told me to make up for it, she wanted something that goes from 0 to 200 in less that 6 seconds in the driveway...."

In my mind, I'm thinking, "Oh no he isn't! Is he really passing off a old recycled joke-one that has been forwarded to me at least a hundred times-as a true story?"

Oh yes, he is. Everyone starts laughing at the punchline. (A bathroom scale...har!). I wanted to stand up and yell, "Citizen arrest! You sir, stole that joke! And it's not even that funny!"

But I don't. I just roll my eyes...a lot. That showed him!

The presentation goes on and on.... And on. The principal is back and he introduces the THREE vice principals. What happened to a principal, a vice principal and that's it? Now they have one vice principal assigned to certain students in alphabetical order. Craziness!

Just when you think it's winding up and the students will finally get to pick up their schedules, from the back of the auditorium, we hear, "Hold on!"

Everyone looks back and there's this guy running down the left side, wearing a red shirt (of course). He runs on stage and takes over the podium. He's the "activities director." (And apparently has a flair for drama). He starts running down the rather long list of activities they offer and winds it up with a strong finish, yelling, "Now lets show our some school spirit for... *school name*!" Which leads to.... Cheerleaders!!! They come running up to the stage and start cheering! Oh, this is just so awesome! I haven't seen cheerleaders in so long! (Unless repeated viewings of Bring It On count).

They finish the cheer (which was a little more provocative than the cheers in my day...Oh hell, did I just say that? *sob*). Finally, they tell the students to file out, so they can get their schedules. That leaves us with the red-suited principal.

He starts out saying, "I bet all of you feel like your kids just started kindergarten." Yes, he got me. Because it really does! Not only that, it feels like "I" was just graduating high school. It's just sooo wrong.

He starts talking about policies, etc, and this is what I got out of that:

Students...

-Must respect the teachers. I don't think J will have problems with that.

-Can't say the "F" word. Hmm....well, I don't think J says that. They aren't talking to the parents, are they? ;)

-Can't show a lot of cleavage or they will be forced to wear an ugly smock. Hmm...no cleavage issues that I know of. Are they talking to the parent-uh, never mind.

-Who do show disrespect, or have any wardrobe malfunctions, will get detention, which is on Saturday morning. Dude... Yes, my mind went straight to The Breakfast Club. Immediately I wanted J to get detention so he could meet Judd Nelson! "Hey, smoke up Johnny!"

-Must go to school...uh, blah, blah. (Yes, that's all I remember right now. So what?)

He finally finishes up and tells us to go find our kids! Whoo-hoo! Er, I mean, good speech! I learned a lot.

They encouraged us to walk around the school, but that place was a madhouse! There was no way I was going to leave when everyone else did and have to fight my way out of the parking lot. Call me a bad parent if you want, but I wasn't getting stuck there all night. We needed to get our drink on! (Ha, just kidding. Stop dialing child services).

My boy is going to high school. How did this happen? No, seriously, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??? I'M OLD!

I Shall Call Him.... Mini Me.

I think I've mentioned I'd interview anyone, right? Well, today's guest is my 13-almost 14-year old son. Yes, I took a big risk doing this interview, but what the heck, right? If it didn't work out, I could always interview the dog. (That's next week).

So without further ado, here is my interview with J, the uncut version:

From 1 to 10, how awesome is your mother? You can go higher than 10 of course.
Is this a trick question? Oh, it isn’t? My bad. Um I would say in between 8 and 9. lol

I often call you J on my blog so that your friends never know I’m your mother. Do you have a different alias you would like to go by? How about “Little One”?
J is okay but my friends all know you. I showed them your website and talked about you.

What is it like being related to a famous author? Yes, I’m talking about me.
I didn’t know I was related to a famous author; I thought it was related to you

When you go to high school, will you do all your homework? Please?
Yes because it really counts in high school.

Is it true that I’m the one who got you into video games?
Yes you got the Sega and I played it and you got me into Final Fantasy 7 (awesome) and the Playstation.

Am I the cool mom?
Better then some of my friends mom so kinda.

I never embarrass you, do I?
Only in public and on your blog

Can you come down here and do the dishes?
No

Oh and feed the dog.
Maybe

Now you can say whatever you want. Please, be nice. Remember I gave birth to you. A long, long time ago…uh, I mean, not that long ago.
Your books are good I guess but I wouldn’t know. I write myself. I’m into fantasy and horror and I love reading. I still think you should expand your writing into more cooler things like kid, fantasy, ghost (I would help if no romance) and any other cool things. Bye.

My Little One

I picked up my son after work yesterday so we could take a trip to Borders. That's our favorite mother/son activity. Unfortunately, as soon as we walked into the store, a horrendous storm rolled through the area. It was lovely. Lights were blinking off, computers were going down. A teenager let out a blood curdling scream after one particularly loud clap of thunder. Good times!

But at least it gave us plenty of time to browse since the computers were down, so no credit cards, and I didn't have cash.

After we left Borders, I drove us to Red, Hot and Blue to get dinner. They have great barbecue and is one of our favorite places to pick up dinner. They also have a drive-thru. Now this is a restaurant that really shouldn't have a drive-thru since they make the food when you pull up, so you end up waiting for awhile. But I was too lazy to walk inside, so whatever. (Not to mention I'd gotten soaked earlier running into Borders).

We pull up and this friendly guy takes our order. Then he says, "Would you like a drink while you wait? No charge."

How nice! "Sure! I'll take a Coke."

J is sitting next to me reading one of his books, and not really paying attention, until the guys says, "How about for the little one?"

At that point, my almost 14 year old son, who is entering high school in August looks up. I say, "Sure, he'll take a Sprite."

When the man walks away my lips are quivering. I so want to laugh, but I can't. The man comes back and hands me the Coke and then he gives me the Sprite... The drink is in this little plastic cup with a cover. There are jungle animals in primary colors frolicking along the sides, happy as can be. It's exactly what J would've loved...at five.

I thank the guy and he walks away again. I look at my son and then at the cup. I still can't laugh since my window and the drive-thru window are open, so instead I say:

"I like your cup..."

"Shut up."

"Little One."

"Tell him I'm in high school!"

"Did you find all the pictures yet?" (Oh, there was a game on it too where you have to find hidden objects. Hee.).

"Yes, I already found them. I even found the monkey's butt crack."

Confused, I try to see the cup, but he won't let me. "I don't think that was part of the game."

We sit for awhile waiting. Trying to stay positive, I say, "Well, at least you can't spill it."

Still resentful, he says, "Well, yeah, because it's like a sippy cup..."

My poor boy. Still getting sippy cups at age 13.

So the entire night that's what I called him. My little one. I also told him I would blog about it, so here it is.

Happy Mom's Day!

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I'm sitting here thinking about getting ready to go to my mother's, while my husband and son sleep away. It must be nice! J got me an iDog and an iTunes card for Mother's Day. iLove it! He knows me well.

My friend Robin got me to join Tagged. I guess it's another Myspace, Facebook site. Because I really needed another one! If you want to check it out, click here: Melly48

Oh, so don't forget my special guest!! She's scheduled for this Thursday. You won't want to miss this!! Seriously. I'm still doing a bit of a dance over here.

Just keep smiling

With all the bad news out there right now with our economy, etc, it's hard not to let it get you down. I mean, gas prices for one... It's awful.

But I'm someone who always tries to find the little things that make me smile. So in Melly's Thoughts, I'm going to list things that still make me smile.

1. Yesterday, my coworker and I decorated my other coworker's cube with smiley faces. We drew them and stuck them up all over the place. He loved it! He couldn't stop telling everyone about it.

2. LOLcats. They just crack me up. They are so silly and fun!




3. Top Chef. Yes, it was on last night. Whooo-hooo!! I love me some Tom!

4. My interviews. They are so fun to do! Have you read the Suz one?

5. My coworkers beta fish. I like to aggravate it. Today I had a pink stress ball and whenever I put it near the bowl, it just freaked out. I'm the prettiest fish!!

6. Finding Nemo. I just think of scenes and quotes from that movie and they make me smile. I'm the Dory fish!

7. Finding pictures for my blog. Can you tell?

8. Cupcakes!! I got these mini cupcakes the other day that was soooo delicious.

9. This guy!



Made of Honor coming out next week!!!

10. Finally, my son and husband. My son when he's not a teenager and my husband when he's telling me things are going to be fine and not to worry about anything. Of course I still worry about stuff, but he has enough confidence for both of us that I'm sure it'll all work out in the end. Everything happens for a reason.

In conclusion, I know it sounds corny, but I just think life is way tooo short to worry all the time. You just really have to find something to make you smile. And let yourself smile. Even if they are fiction. Or pastries.

Until next time! This is Melly's thoughts...

From the Vault.

This is a really old picture of me and my son at Halloween. I couldn't even tell you what year it's from. He was dressed as Link from Zelda and I was dressed as his ditzy blonde mom. ;o)

Speaking of my son... This morning I dropped him off at school, and as I was waiting for the mom in front of me to pull out, I noticed my son opening the door for the little girl behind him. Awww...

Although the cynical side that knows my 13 year old son wonders if he was opening the door for himself and she just walked in. But I like to think that he was holding the door for her. That's the mom in me talking.

Sea Monkeys smell like...

Fish. Who would've thunk it? At least that's what my husband says since I, sadly enough (but not really), can't smell anything right now because of this cold/allergy thing I have going.

At first I thought it was allergies that had me sniffling. That should come as no surprise since I think any ailment is due to allergies. Ask my son.

J: "Mom, my ear hurts."

Me: "Allergies. Take a Benadryl."

J: "Mom, my throat hurts."

Me: "Allergies. Take a Benadryl."

J: "Mom, my knee is bleeding."

Me: "Allergies. Take a Benadryl."

Huh. I guess it doesn't work for everything!

But anyway, now that it's mostly a runny nose I'm dealing with, I'm starting to think it might've just been a cold after all, which is a shame since the weather has been so beautiful lately. So when it's warm, I get a cold. Go figure!

What was I talking about? Oh yes, Sea Monkeys. The Easter Bunny left a Sea Monkey kit in my son's Easter basket. I guess he/she was getting nostaglic for their youth. Especially since he/she's parents wouldn't let them have Sea Monkeys because they thought they were baby mosquitos, which they aren't, according to the paperwork that comes with them. So she/he could've had them after all. You hear that, Mom!!

Uh...what?

So these Sea Monkeys are in our kitchen. Why? Because they needed water and my son just left them where he birthed them. Err... Did that sound right?

My husband now tells me they smell like fish. Or feet. Fish feet. He also asked me if they get as big as real shrimp and if we could eat them then. Which is really icky after the above description of their smell.

But they are getting bigger, which leads me to wonder...do they die? Will we have them forever? I guess I should've kept reading the paperwork, huh?

Heh. My husband is watching something about Uranus. I'd just written that sentence when he turned to me and said, "Did you hear that? They are watching Uranus."

I guess we both think alike. How scary is that?

Static Cling

I was in the car with my son after picking him up when he said, "I have something to show you."

Me: "Oh?"

He starts rummaging through his backpack and pulls out something. It's dark, so I can't see it that well. Then I recognize it. One of my black trouser socks.

Him: "That was on the back of my shirt."

Me: "Oops."

Him. "Yeah, and some kid came up to me and said, 'You have pantyhose on your back.' And I was like, 'Oh no.... No."

Me: *snort*

Him: "It's not funny.

Me: "No, it's not. Hold on. I need to call your father."

Him: *pouting a little* "I'm checking my clothes from now on."