At the end of last summer, my two sons “flew the coop” and took up residence in dorms. Strangely enough, though I thought their departure would decrease the general upheaval in the house, quite the opposite occurred.
A group of 15-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View restaurant because they had only $6.00 among them and Jimmy Johnson, the cute boy in Social Studies, lived on that street.
The boys get out of school approximately twenty minutes before Lexi is dismissed from her school. If all things fall in to place, meaning the boys have no detention for saggy and bagging pants, they then drive by Lexi’s school when the kids are just leaving class. Conner drove by at the speed limit…. his old teachers were on cross walk duty. His friend Joe also drove by in a fairly cautious matter. Joe stops at the cross walk and madly waves to his old friend Spencer while attempting to look cool (elbow resting casually on window sill while flashing his “grill”). The “grill” is your smile in teen speak. Spencer returns Joe’s wave and they proceed to entertain each other while Joe revs his engine and pops his clutch in and out. Let it be noted that Joe has a new muffler which makes a very loud noise. I am sure many people are impressed with his non-moving vehicle skill feat. In his attempt at the all important cool factor, Joe inadvertently pops his clutch and runs right into the rear end of Conner’s car. Not cool, cool factor is now zero. Crosswalk guards guffaw and people point. Joe calmly pulls over to the side of the road to inspect the damage. Conner’s little cousin witnesses the entire event and is the first one on the scene. The boys are not pleased to see her with her gleeful smile, they know this means trouble.
So, now I am fifty and three quarters. I guess that would be 600 months in baby speak. Half a century is not a bad place to be but…I am finding that there are some things that go along with the half century mark that I come across that are extremely annoying.
Every year I look forward to watching the Academy Awards ceremony with great anticipation. This year I decided to throw an “Academy Awards” soiree. What better way to fully digest the glitz, glamour, and the non-ending speeches than with a group of friends?
A ripping adventure in the mountains of Mexico at Rancho La Puerta. Somehow there is always a “humorous moral to the story” when traveling with my relatives.
April is nearly over and we are sunless in Seattle. We had one sunny day on the third Saturday in April but I was out of town. No place on earth equals a sunny warm day in Seattle, well at least not a location that I have been to. Last weekend, it snowed, yes snowed.
I have a list of things that I would like to do in my lifetime. Slowly but surely I am ticking things off “The List” as I progress in years. I never dreamed that I would be a guest in the audience of the famous talk show host, Oprah. Of course it was on “The List”, but it was equated to something like; the advent of my teenage sons bathing everyday. Everyone knows that in order to be a guest on a big deal talk show you have to know someone, who knows someone who can get you a ticket. Well…I know Tim P., Mr. Energizer, who knows someone who knows someone and the rest is history.
