J was up at the house with her b-friend (erstwhile) and wanted a ride down to Kent Station through the rain.
Mom and I had just sat down to lunch (and saw gov. gregoire sitting kitty corner from us). J asked for a snap, but I was afraid of getting tackled by her security detail.
Anyway, we'd just sat down to lunch and I didn't want to get up (I'd been having work interrupt via my b-berry at 2 min. intervals), and dis my 82 year old mother, who was probably already ticked I'd been taking work calls in the first place.
So, Jennifer, use an umbrella or get wet. but I'm sitting here and eating my soup.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Grandma, step away from the eye candy!
It was one of those moments that I wish I was one of those people that packed a camera everywhere.
Mom (J's grandma) had decided the music was just too loud inside Gilly Hicks, so I walked her through the maze to the outside, where a 18-year-old with six pack abs that was the greeter outside GH today.
Later, mom told me (to the horrified look of her granddaughter, that she'd talked with the "nice young man" and asked him what his job involved (greeting folks, looking hot, was probably the answer), and if he planned to go on to college. (Not sure what he said to that.)
Jennifer was horrified she'd talked to Mr. Eye Candy at all. But what are you going to say to an 82-year-old woman?
Mom (J's grandma) had decided the music was just too loud inside Gilly Hicks, so I walked her through the maze to the outside, where a 18-year-old with six pack abs that was the greeter outside GH today.
Later, mom told me (to the horrified look of her granddaughter, that she'd talked with the "nice young man" and asked him what his job involved (greeting folks, looking hot, was probably the answer), and if he planned to go on to college. (Not sure what he said to that.)
Jennifer was horrified she'd talked to Mr. Eye Candy at all. But what are you going to say to an 82-year-old woman?
Saturday, August 28, 2010
The perfect schwinn
The bike was absolutely perfect, red, and a Schwinn. Unfortunately, it was probably somebody else's.
I was starting at the bike, one that I'm sure my daughter would be delighted with, as it was stashed behind a shrub near the Kent Station. It was red, had good tires and was a girl's bike.
Was it dumped there, or had someone stashed it there, hoping someone like me wouldn't take it?
When I first spotted it on Wednesday, I told Jennifer about it. We decided to leave it be until today. Then we'd check back. If it's still there, it's likely it's dumped and we're going to do some picking.
I was starting at the bike, one that I'm sure my daughter would be delighted with, as it was stashed behind a shrub near the Kent Station. It was red, had good tires and was a girl's bike.
Was it dumped there, or had someone stashed it there, hoping someone like me wouldn't take it?
When I first spotted it on Wednesday, I told Jennifer about it. We decided to leave it be until today. Then we'd check back. If it's still there, it's likely it's dumped and we're going to do some picking.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Mom, I just got cut
That tearful message was on my voicemail at work today.
And again, when J called me back, telling me that she got the bad news that she was not only NOT on the varsity team for v-ball, she wasn't on JV either. That was a total shock, since the coach, just yesterday, lectured her on being a leader for the jv team.
I was speechless. I certainly didn't expect that she wouldn't get on any team. And the fact that the coaches said they would only respond to the kids via e-mail or phone 24 hours from now was a bit heartless I thought. I know, I know, they want to wait for the emotions to ebb. But really, many of these girls turned out for games this summer that they didn't have to turn out for, and showed up for conditioning in 100 degree heat.
At least those girls, and my daughter was one, deserve a face-to-face explanation on why they didn't get picked. Cowards.
And again, when J called me back, telling me that she got the bad news that she was not only NOT on the varsity team for v-ball, she wasn't on JV either. That was a total shock, since the coach, just yesterday, lectured her on being a leader for the jv team.
I was speechless. I certainly didn't expect that she wouldn't get on any team. And the fact that the coaches said they would only respond to the kids via e-mail or phone 24 hours from now was a bit heartless I thought. I know, I know, they want to wait for the emotions to ebb. But really, many of these girls turned out for games this summer that they didn't have to turn out for, and showed up for conditioning in 100 degree heat.
At least those girls, and my daughter was one, deserve a face-to-face explanation on why they didn't get picked. Cowards.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Our friends think it's strange, you and I
She actually said "you and me" but I wasn't going to correct her grammar when she was giving me a backward compliment.
Jennifer was talking about the fact that we talk, alot and she tells me just about everything, if sometimes a few beats after the fact.
Her friends think that is strange. Since they don't share secrets or thoughts with their moms, in general, at this age.
Think Gilmore Girls without the snappy banter. Although sometimes we do look at each other and just laugh.
"It's like you're my friend, even thought you're not trying to be my friend, I know that," Jennifer said as we headed off to our favorite b-fast spot today.
"yes, I can be a bitch," I laughed.
"yes, you can," she responds, quite seriously. (thanks dear)
"But I can talk to you."
And I guess in the end, that's the highest compliment at all. I'll have to remember that when I'm grousing at her that she hasn't done her chores, again.
Jennifer was talking about the fact that we talk, alot and she tells me just about everything, if sometimes a few beats after the fact.
Her friends think that is strange. Since they don't share secrets or thoughts with their moms, in general, at this age.
Think Gilmore Girls without the snappy banter. Although sometimes we do look at each other and just laugh.
"It's like you're my friend, even thought you're not trying to be my friend, I know that," Jennifer said as we headed off to our favorite b-fast spot today.
"yes, I can be a bitch," I laughed.
"yes, you can," she responds, quite seriously. (thanks dear)
"But I can talk to you."
And I guess in the end, that's the highest compliment at all. I'll have to remember that when I'm grousing at her that she hasn't done her chores, again.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Snarly teens, mad moms
There was a great article in NPR this week on raising teens, and when not to engage. "Experiencing Teen Overload? Blame Biology" made me realize, it's not just me when my daughter suddenly freaks out, slams doors and does everything but have her head start spinning around.
Read and enjoy.
Read and enjoy.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Where are you?
That was I was texting to my daughter last night, after waiting for 20 to 30 minutes at Kent Station, and still no daughter picking me up from the train.
No apologies from her.
"Listen, I've been waiting for you for 10 years, at daycare, at the school at the coffee shop, it's your turn now."
Well, that's not much I can say to that. It's the truth.
No apologies from her.
"Listen, I've been waiting for you for 10 years, at daycare, at the school at the coffee shop, it's your turn now."
Well, that's not much I can say to that. It's the truth.
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