Being a mother of teenagers, and a woman who does a lot of work with teenage girls, I decided to enter the world of Facebook. Besides making me feel very "cool" (hip...phat...whatever), I can keep track of all the young people in my life. They don't seem to mind, either. My son Kyle is the one who sent me the invitation to have my own "Facebook." I have 77 friends, many of whom actively send me Flair, Poke me in many different ways, and invite me to beat their score on the "Hardest Disney Quiz Ever."
Last week, however, I realized that I will never fully embrace Facebook, the way my younger "friends" do. I logged onto my profile and discovered that my son Kyle had written on my wall, or left a message, for all the world to see. About a week before this post, we dropped Kyle off at BYU to start his Freshman year, and of course, we had to shop at Wal-mart to get him the necessities of life before we abandoned him. Several days later this post shows up on my Facebook page: "you left some tampons in the bag from wal-mart. I don't know what to do"
Bwahahaha!!! I still chuckle when I think about it. We are a modern family with many means of communication available to us. We have a family cell phone plan which allows Kyle to call home on the regular phone or on my cell phone. We have unlimited texting, so he can shoot off a text any time of night or day. His Macbook has ethernet, so any email he might choose to send would arrive in 2.3 seconds. But NOOOOOO! My son posts a question about what to do with the tampons in his room on the front page of my FACEBOOK!!!
That's okay. I can roll with it. I'm flexible. I just posted this response:
And you chose to post this on FACEBOOK for all the world to see!!!???!? Bwahahahaha--Kyle, you are, indeed, random! Well, I'm not going to teach you how to use them, so I suggest you give them away or throw them away. Or decorate your room--no--just throw them away.
To which he responds:
Hmm. Ok. I think I can handle that. I could attack someones room with it.
My sister Sherrie and my friend Kirstin got in on the action:
Kyle... I am sooooo proud that you know what a TAMPON is! You're future wife will love you (cause you'll know what to look for when she sends you out to buy them). Have fun decorating your room. :D
Kyle...as per your comment on your Mom's facebook...I'd suggest keeping them and using them for any nose bleeds you or anyone you know might have. If that doesn't work...soak 'em in water and throw them at people! HAHAHAAAA...
One of the younger people in my life even suggested that he soak the tips in water, at which point they "bloom" into flowers, providing him a lovely bouquet for any occasion.
I don't know what he did with them, but I'm glad I'm old enough that very little embarrasses me anymore.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
My Awesome Nephew Jonah
My nephew has a very cool blog, and he challenged people to write a little essay in Webdings. Here is what his looks like:
My favorite thing about summer is that you can swim all day and you dont have to go to school. My least favorite thing about summer is that you are so hot and the annoying buzz of the cicadas makes you crack up. The bug I hate the most is the killer bee, no contest. MY favorite letter in the alphabet is the letter x because you have to pronounce it differently when it's in different spots. My worst night mare was when I dreamed I got eaten by a shark in my own pool.
But when you put it into Word and change the font, this is what it says:
My favorite thing about summer is that you can swim all day and you dont have to go to school. My least favorite thing about summer is that you are so hot and the annoying buzz of the cicadas makes you crack up. The bug I hate the most is the killer bee, no contest. MY favorite letter in the alphabet is the letter x because you have to pronounce it differently when it's in different spots. My worst night mare was when I dreamed I got eaten by a shark in my own pool.
So, Jonah, I'm taking your challenge. Here is my little essay:
Okay Jonah—here I go. My favorite thing about summer is feeling the SUN on my face. It runs away from Oregon at least 6 months out of the year. The thing I like least is when my kids get bored and whiny. The bug I hate the most is the earwig. The movie Star Trek: The Wrath of Kahn makes that fear even worse. My favorite letter is B because it feels so great exploding out of my mouth, and my name starts with B, and the B book was my favorite as a kid. My worst nightmare is going to teach one of my college classes and I am naked and can’t remember the material. Or, I am a student and I have to take the final of a class I never remembered to go to all semester.
If anyone else wants to take Jonah's challenge, let him know you did. His blog is:
Life Always Gets in the Way
I'm realizing that I've neglected this blog way more than the usual neglect. It's not my fault, really. Sometimes I just don't have anything exciting happening in my life. (Peanut's latest foray into eating poop simply does not a blog post make)
So, imagine my excitement when I realized my summer was jam-packed with entertaining, blog-worthy events: a week in Sunriver, a week at Girl's Camp, a son traveling to Beijing for the Olympics, the sun showing its face in Salem, Oregon. I'm feeling giddy even now, reliving the giddiness of it all (giddy, giddy, giddy).
One small little factoid escaped my attention, however, with all those endorphins mixing with adrenaline and seratonin (now there's a high you can take to the bank), when you are busy LIVING life, you don't exactly have the time or the inclination to be BLOGGING life--at least I don't. Maybe that's what fall is for--kids go back to school, life slows down a bit during the day, and I write my "What I Did Last Summer" essay.
In the meantime, here are a few photographic highlights to serve as teasers of posts to come.
My diplomatic summit with the Ambassadors of Philomath and Falls City
At a Charity Benefit for "Homeless Heroes on Hootch"
Kyle wondering if the Great Wall of China were to fall down, and there was no one there to hear it, would it make a noise?
So, imagine my excitement when I realized my summer was jam-packed with entertaining, blog-worthy events: a week in Sunriver, a week at Girl's Camp, a son traveling to Beijing for the Olympics, the sun showing its face in Salem, Oregon. I'm feeling giddy even now, reliving the giddiness of it all (giddy, giddy, giddy).
One small little factoid escaped my attention, however, with all those endorphins mixing with adrenaline and seratonin (now there's a high you can take to the bank), when you are busy LIVING life, you don't exactly have the time or the inclination to be BLOGGING life--at least I don't. Maybe that's what fall is for--kids go back to school, life slows down a bit during the day, and I write my "What I Did Last Summer" essay.
In the meantime, here are a few photographic highlights to serve as teasers of posts to come.
My diplomatic summit with the Ambassadors of Philomath and Falls City
At a Charity Benefit for "Homeless Heroes on Hootch"
Kyle wondering if the Great Wall of China were to fall down, and there was no one there to hear it, would it make a noise?
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Gra--gee--ay--shun
Yup. It happened. The eldest yungun up and grageeated on us. Now who's gonna slop dem hogs? Ya just get 'em big enuf to hep out and they up an' runn oft on ya! (that's R-U-N-N-O-F-T for you Oh Brother, Where art thou? fans)
Notice Kyle and 3 girls.
Okay, okay--no hogs around here. But, our boy Kyle did it--and he did it right! We couldn't be prouder--National Honor Society, 2 Prestigious Band Awards, a Scholar Athlete award, and more doo-dads hanging around the neck of his gown than I would know what to do with (each representing some activity or honor) He's worked really hard, and I'm so glad to see him rewarded for his efforts.
I didn't cry at graduation. I got that all out at the last band concert, but Stuart and I did help chaperone the All Night Grad Party. Kyle won 2 pairs of boxers (Homer Simpson and Lips), a photo album, and a $20 gift card to Target. I dealt Blackjack and won nothing. Stuart acted as Security be standing by the Fire Exit for 4 hours (probably sleeping with his eyes open) and arrested nobody, but he did hold the door for a parent emptying the garbage. It was great fun to spy on the seniors, including my kid, but staying up all night is best left to 18 year olds (I was a complete waste of a human being for 2 days after that).
All in all, we survived without too much trauma. The end.
Monday, June 9, 2008
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