Apparently Jennifer's going to be going to homecoming in her wonderful purple dress, once we find it, with just her gal pals after all.
Eddie, her hold out in case a guy from TJ didn't ask her, has decided she's just not the one for him. or maybe he's afraid she'll say no, but for whatever reason, the school grapevine has gotten back to her that he's a "no."
"I guess he decided I just wasn't worth the trouble," she sighed.
That, and maybe that he was #2 on her list. No one likes that designation.
Showing posts with label dances. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dances. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
No more dirty dancing for you
First I learned after J. returned from the tolo on Sat. night, that half those who attended the dance had been kicked out after "dirty dancing" (you remember , at least I do, 30 years ago, grinding crotches together). Well, the new generation has discovered it with glee.
Fortunately J doesn't like it, so she avoids it, unless she's doing it with other girls. (some relief from mom in this at least).
But now, since SO many kids got kicked out, the principal at her high school has cancelled all but 2 dances next year (the senior prom and the homecoming dance).
Fortunately J doesn't like it, so she avoids it, unless she's doing it with other girls. (some relief from mom in this at least).
But now, since SO many kids got kicked out, the principal at her high school has cancelled all but 2 dances next year (the senior prom and the homecoming dance).
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Mom, I look like a poodle!
That's basically what my daughter was crying to me after she came out of the hair salon today, 3.5 hours before tolo-which I'm glad only come once a year.
Her usual hair dresser wasn't there, so when it came time at Hair Masters to get someone to give her long flowing locks some curls, someone else had to step in. And that person, who was very nice, insisted on giving her long Suellen (think GWTW ringlets) with the assurances that things would calm down before the dance (title beauty and the geek).
This southern belle wasn't buying it. And immediately started pulling at the curls to get them to relax. She did find some sparkles for her hair and a silver clutch, but this tolo turned out to be more expensive than I thought. $40 for the hair, $25 for the dress, $25 for the shoes, $60 for the dinner, and $40 for various odds and ends. Ouch. some she paid for (like the hair) some she did.
I just asked gary if the hair had relaxed from its southern belle look at 6 pm tonight. HE just told me no. That means at midnight, we'll see if she's happy about how things turned out or not.
Her usual hair dresser wasn't there, so when it came time at Hair Masters to get someone to give her long flowing locks some curls, someone else had to step in. And that person, who was very nice, insisted on giving her long Suellen (think GWTW ringlets) with the assurances that things would calm down before the dance (title beauty and the geek).
This southern belle wasn't buying it. And immediately started pulling at the curls to get them to relax. She did find some sparkles for her hair and a silver clutch, but this tolo turned out to be more expensive than I thought. $40 for the hair, $25 for the dress, $25 for the shoes, $60 for the dinner, and $40 for various odds and ends. Ouch. some she paid for (like the hair) some she did.
I just asked gary if the hair had relaxed from its southern belle look at 6 pm tonight. HE just told me no. That means at midnight, we'll see if she's happy about how things turned out or not.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tolos
Yes, it's just dawned on my daughter that she must pay for the date this Sat. since she's taking Leif to the tolo (this was the cookies at 9pm boy I wrote about earlier). Since I know she has $60 squirreled away in her wallet, she gets to pay for dinner and the tickets.
I think she was hoping I'd bankroll it, but no go. Unless of course, she gets to her dad before I do. Such a softy.
I think she was hoping I'd bankroll it, but no go. Unless of course, she gets to her dad before I do. Such a softy.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Easter Parade at the Auburn Supermall
The dance and the dress went off without a hitch this weekend at homecoming. And I learned some new traditions and ways of doing things.
First: You're not going to the dance, until you go to the dance. I came over to a friend's house to pick Jennifer up and found out that her friend, maybe nervous about the dance, had wanted to go to Fright Fest instead. Mom had talked friend into going, but another girl had dropped out. However, by the time we left the house, six girls and a hapless guy were going together. On the way to the restaurant, six more girls decided to join the pack.
Getting ready takes all day: Jennifer started hunting for a strapless bra at about 11 a.m. Serena came over at 3:30 pm to start getting ready, nails to be done, etc.
You're not allowed in the restaurant: I jumped out to make sure we were at the right Olive Garden, but Jennifer turned on me and told to stay, she'd check herself.
Okay, it's 7 pm, now what: That's what time the olive garden dinner wrapped, and the dance didn't start until 9 p.m. We thought about taking them to the house, but no, they wanted to go with the rest of the pack to the Supermall. We thought it might look out of place to stroll around the mall, but they had company. Many couples, including the homecoming queen, were with their dates and went round and round the mall.
On to the dance: I knew better than to get out of the car here.
Pick up at the dance: AFter watching all the movies for the week we'd tivo'd, back to the Auburn gym at about 12:30 am. All the girls came out carrying their shoes, sometimes with the date, more often than not, it seems like they'd parted the door.
First: You're not going to the dance, until you go to the dance. I came over to a friend's house to pick Jennifer up and found out that her friend, maybe nervous about the dance, had wanted to go to Fright Fest instead. Mom had talked friend into going, but another girl had dropped out. However, by the time we left the house, six girls and a hapless guy were going together. On the way to the restaurant, six more girls decided to join the pack.
Getting ready takes all day: Jennifer started hunting for a strapless bra at about 11 a.m. Serena came over at 3:30 pm to start getting ready, nails to be done, etc.
You're not allowed in the restaurant: I jumped out to make sure we were at the right Olive Garden, but Jennifer turned on me and told to stay, she'd check herself.
Okay, it's 7 pm, now what: That's what time the olive garden dinner wrapped, and the dance didn't start until 9 p.m. We thought about taking them to the house, but no, they wanted to go with the rest of the pack to the Supermall. We thought it might look out of place to stroll around the mall, but they had company. Many couples, including the homecoming queen, were with their dates and went round and round the mall.
On to the dance: I knew better than to get out of the car here.
Pick up at the dance: AFter watching all the movies for the week we'd tivo'd, back to the Auburn gym at about 12:30 am. All the girls came out carrying their shoes, sometimes with the date, more often than not, it seems like they'd parted the door.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Okay, does this make me the slut mom?
Last weekend was spent looking for the perfect dress for homecoming. Now mind you, Jennifer and friends are not going with dates, but with each other, much to her dad's relief. He's quite excited at the thought of driving the girls to dinner and to the dance. He's not allowed inside.
But back to the dress. Jennifer had a $100 limit, and she met up with her friend at the Supermall, with it seems most of Auburn High School. She finally found one in about shop #2, a dress that looks like....think Marilyn's famous white dress, except in blue. She looks wonderful in it, and the no, the slit doesn't go down as far as Marilyn's between the cleavage.
Then her friend tried on a dress, a square cut red number that made her look absolutely stunning. Now the friend is not a size 2, and she's short, so I thought the dress did all the right things, it camouflaged some parts and emphasized the curves. But unf. her mom thought differently, and fussed at the cleavage.
Oh common, a little cleavage isn't bad. But in the end, the friend went with another dress.
On the way home, Jennifer remarked that i was "way more relaxed than the other moms." Afraid at what she was referring to, I asked her to explain.
She mentioned the dress episode and the fact I was okay letting her go to the dance at all. The other moms were having second thoughts. Well, it's not like she's going with a senior, and she is 15, so time to the loosen the reins a bit.
But back to the dress. Jennifer had a $100 limit, and she met up with her friend at the Supermall, with it seems most of Auburn High School. She finally found one in about shop #2, a dress that looks like....think Marilyn's famous white dress, except in blue. She looks wonderful in it, and the no, the slit doesn't go down as far as Marilyn's between the cleavage.
Then her friend tried on a dress, a square cut red number that made her look absolutely stunning. Now the friend is not a size 2, and she's short, so I thought the dress did all the right things, it camouflaged some parts and emphasized the curves. But unf. her mom thought differently, and fussed at the cleavage.
Oh common, a little cleavage isn't bad. But in the end, the friend went with another dress.
On the way home, Jennifer remarked that i was "way more relaxed than the other moms." Afraid at what she was referring to, I asked her to explain.
She mentioned the dress episode and the fact I was okay letting her go to the dance at all. The other moms were having second thoughts. Well, it's not like she's going with a senior, and she is 15, so time to the loosen the reins a bit.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Missed moments and man whores
This will probably mean public service ads for a week, or a jump in hits, as the pervs start looking for alien sex. But oh well.
Just back from a staff retreat, and it's cost me dearly. J had her honors class assembly on Thursday night (first night of a be-there-or-be-dead retreat at work), and then her first (and last dance) at her middle school, and then she went out on the town with the girls (sex in the city style). Difference being, of course, that dad was in tow to all of these events.
Unf. I missed both. But I did get back today, and off to dinner we went. I'm kidding her that since she's going to a rowdier school, expect mom and dad to show up at all the events, including dances at the school.
She gives us a horrified look. Threatens to go goth if we do. Too bad, we let you go to ASH, we're going to be there.
"You don't trust me."
Actually, we do. It's some of the fringe elements of the school we plan to keep an eye on.
"There are more sluts and man whores at AMV than ASH" she protests.
I don't even want to ask the definition of that last term. But still, we're going to be hanging around ASH quite a bit. You don't get a vote in this.
Just back from a staff retreat, and it's cost me dearly. J had her honors class assembly on Thursday night (first night of a be-there-or-be-dead retreat at work), and then her first (and last dance) at her middle school, and then she went out on the town with the girls (sex in the city style). Difference being, of course, that dad was in tow to all of these events.
Unf. I missed both. But I did get back today, and off to dinner we went. I'm kidding her that since she's going to a rowdier school, expect mom and dad to show up at all the events, including dances at the school.
She gives us a horrified look. Threatens to go goth if we do. Too bad, we let you go to ASH, we're going to be there.
"You don't trust me."
Actually, we do. It's some of the fringe elements of the school we plan to keep an eye on.
"There are more sluts and man whores at AMV than ASH" she protests.
I don't even want to ask the definition of that last term. But still, we're going to be hanging around ASH quite a bit. You don't get a vote in this.
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