After my hubby and daughter got into a row over the last driving lesson. Jennifer declared it was my turn to take her out.
Which I did last night. I was wondering what possessed me as we inched our way, one lurch at a time, through an intersection on the Kent-Auburn border. Not fun. She kept popping the clutch and not giving the car enough gas, so inch by lurch, we worked through a left turn on S. 277th. She started to cry. I had to sit on my hands.
"Someone is going to hit us!" she screamed.
It was light enough so that no one was going to hit us (we were now about 2/3 through the intersection). I kept calmly telling her that just let it catch, give it enough gas. Pretend we were on the roads near our home, and breath.
And I resisted the temptation to get out of the car and take over. She had to, for her own confidence, get herself out of this.
About 5 lurching minutes later, the car's gears caught and off we went. In stony silence. Then we reached the intersection on Auburn W. North and Gowe. And again, we were turning in inches. I looked up to see another mom smiling at me. She winked, and just about then, the clutch caught,and off we went.
Ms. perfection parked the car on the curb in front of our house and stalked into our house. Driving lesson over for today. More tomorrow.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Great love scenes if there were texting
Frankly, many of them prob. would have never occurred.
Romeo and Juliet?
ROMEO, IDIOT, SHE'S JUST ZZZZing. UR PRST.
Anthony and Cleo
CLEO, IDIOT, HE"S NOT DEAD
And then there's Scarlett and Rhett
FRNKLY, SCRLT, DNT GV A DAMN.
Doesn't quite have the same snap.
I'm certainly glad texting wasn't around when I was dating, or I probably would have gotten dumped much more than I did.
But J. dusted herself off over the weekend, and headed into school a bit late, due to a "stomachache" she swore had nothing to do with her ex b-friend, and marched off to class. I think her pack of g-friends, all saying he was a douch bag helped her spirits. And guys now lining up to ask them out.
The headache for me is vetting them all over again.
Romeo and Juliet?
ROMEO, IDIOT, SHE'S JUST ZZZZing. UR PRST.
Anthony and Cleo
CLEO, IDIOT, HE"S NOT DEAD
And then there's Scarlett and Rhett
FRNKLY, SCRLT, DNT GV A DAMN.
Doesn't quite have the same snap.
I'm certainly glad texting wasn't around when I was dating, or I probably would have gotten dumped much more than I did.
But J. dusted herself off over the weekend, and headed into school a bit late, due to a "stomachache" she swore had nothing to do with her ex b-friend, and marched off to class. I think her pack of g-friends, all saying he was a douch bag helped her spirits. And guys now lining up to ask them out.
The headache for me is vetting them all over again.
Friday, March 20, 2009
GD BY (:
As I was trying to cheer Jennifer up this Thursday, we were watching "Mississippi Burning" Gene Hackman at his best, with a William Dafoe, and lo Jennifer disappears.
After a bit I go looking for her, and she's back on her bed, sobbing. Her boyfriend of 3 months had just broken up with her, via text. She learned later that he'd been thinking about this for several days - apparently her friends knew about it and didn't tell her - bad friends - and when she didn't come to school on Thursday due to strep throat, he just decided to get it over with.
So I let, her cry, went to the store for more tissues, and cold meds, and she was furiously texting at her friends (didn't ask what she was saying). As for D. the b-friend. Well, mixed feelings. Really liked this guy, AND his parents, only to have this happening.
However, as I told her today, it doesn't surprise me. Apparently mom screams alot, and he's probably been trained to avoid that at all costs from an early age. He just assumed you'd scream at him too, I told her today. Not that that excuses his behavior.
And I also told her from sad past experience, think twice before getting too invovled in a man who doesn't like and respect his mom. Not in a norman bates way, mind you, but a good way. It made the difference for me between the man I married, and the man I didn't 20 years ago.
They are trying to be "friends" but I'm advising against that. I referred her back to the movies "he's just not that into you." and my own personal experience of being pathetic over a guy in college named Terry. It was all there "give me some space," "let's keep the relationship secret, until God tells us to be open about it." (yeah, fell for that), and never calling much.
I advised her to dump his ass and be over with it.
Actually, today she was taking it in good stride.
"Listen, ALOT of guys want to date me, and I'll check them out (hmm, not sure how I feel about that) and the entire b-ball team thinks I'm hot. So I'm not too worried about it," she said today.
Soo, I guess we're in for a speedy recovery. Both for the strep and the heart.
After a bit I go looking for her, and she's back on her bed, sobbing. Her boyfriend of 3 months had just broken up with her, via text. She learned later that he'd been thinking about this for several days - apparently her friends knew about it and didn't tell her - bad friends - and when she didn't come to school on Thursday due to strep throat, he just decided to get it over with.
So I let, her cry, went to the store for more tissues, and cold meds, and she was furiously texting at her friends (didn't ask what she was saying). As for D. the b-friend. Well, mixed feelings. Really liked this guy, AND his parents, only to have this happening.
However, as I told her today, it doesn't surprise me. Apparently mom screams alot, and he's probably been trained to avoid that at all costs from an early age. He just assumed you'd scream at him too, I told her today. Not that that excuses his behavior.
And I also told her from sad past experience, think twice before getting too invovled in a man who doesn't like and respect his mom. Not in a norman bates way, mind you, but a good way. It made the difference for me between the man I married, and the man I didn't 20 years ago.
They are trying to be "friends" but I'm advising against that. I referred her back to the movies "he's just not that into you." and my own personal experience of being pathetic over a guy in college named Terry. It was all there "give me some space," "let's keep the relationship secret, until God tells us to be open about it." (yeah, fell for that), and never calling much.
I advised her to dump his ass and be over with it.
Actually, today she was taking it in good stride.
"Listen, ALOT of guys want to date me, and I'll check them out (hmm, not sure how I feel about that) and the entire b-ball team thinks I'm hot. So I'm not too worried about it," she said today.
Soo, I guess we're in for a speedy recovery. Both for the strep and the heart.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Home sick
Up at 6 am, deciding what to do. I feel like crap, but am ready to try and muscle into work, since have a to-do list that doesn't seem to want to stop at PLU.
But once Jennifer pops up in bed, the decision's made. She's burning up, and while she's older (at 15), with that temp, I don't to leave her home alone/ So I tell work I'll be in after lunch,once Jennifer gets up again. So about 10:30 am, she rattles out of bed. And she's still hot. And now I'm getting the chills.
Debating if she feels good enough to take a few aspirin, watch tivo'd American Idol and stay at home by herself. She gives me a pathetic look. Okay, I'm home. And beside, since I'm feeling crappy, won't do well to break my own rules and march into work sick, spreading germs. So we're both home, watching AI.
Will be making comfort food run soon.
But once Jennifer pops up in bed, the decision's made. She's burning up, and while she's older (at 15), with that temp, I don't to leave her home alone/ So I tell work I'll be in after lunch,once Jennifer gets up again. So about 10:30 am, she rattles out of bed. And she's still hot. And now I'm getting the chills.
Debating if she feels good enough to take a few aspirin, watch tivo'd American Idol and stay at home by herself. She gives me a pathetic look. Okay, I'm home. And beside, since I'm feeling crappy, won't do well to break my own rules and march into work sick, spreading germs. So we're both home, watching AI.
Will be making comfort food run soon.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Jennifer's wondering why mom's sniffling in front of the computer
And for once, she's not making fun of me, as I watch the farewell videos on the PI's last day as a newspaper. The actual video is above.
http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid15254140001/bclid15241023001/bctid16577990001
http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid15254140001/bclid15241023001/bctid16577990001
Saturday, March 14, 2009
I'll trade you a South Pacific for Watchmen
We were walking toward our parent-teacher conference, and I was trying to get Jennifer to go to Auburn Senior High School's "South Pacific" with me.
No, no and no.
I finally told her that if she wants to go to Watchmen, rated r, she was going to have to go with a parent, mainly me. And I wanted something in exchange. I finally was getting close to a yes, with some cash added in, when a friend walked up and said a bunch of them were going to SP. Did she want to go.
Well, that changes things. So she went, and I didn't have to pay her $20 for the privilege. Now we're off to see Watchmen tonight, but I keep hearing it's really violent. Maybe this wasn't such a good trade.
No, no and no.
I finally told her that if she wants to go to Watchmen, rated r, she was going to have to go with a parent, mainly me. And I wanted something in exchange. I finally was getting close to a yes, with some cash added in, when a friend walked up and said a bunch of them were going to SP. Did she want to go.
Well, that changes things. So she went, and I didn't have to pay her $20 for the privilege. Now we're off to see Watchmen tonight, but I keep hearing it's really violent. Maybe this wasn't such a good trade.
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