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Monday, February 15, 2010

You Can't Make Out in the Front Row

I long for the days when my son was young, when he would smile for the camera and say "cheeeeese" when I asked him to.

Last night, as he headed out on his Valentine's date with his new girlfriend and looked so cute, I asked if I could take his picture.

"No."

Actually, it was more like, "Mom, no! I gotta go," growling the way only 16-year-old boys can.

So this is the best I could do...




I felt like the paparazzi trying to snap a picture of a celebrity on vacation.

So yeah, he has a new girlfriend and he gets mad when I write stuff on the blog about him and post pictures of him, so I'm sure he won't be happy that I'm even mentioning this, but my job here is to keep my family informed, and what with the economy these days, lord knows I need my job.

Onward...

After making reservations earlier, E headed out in a blizzard to pick up his date/new girlfriend (what kind of mom allows their 16-year-old who's been driving less than a month out in a blizzard, I'm still trying to figure out), and took her to a fancy restaurant. He even bought her perfume! I told him if she didn't like it to please give it to me; I'd give anything for an $80 bottle of Juicy Couture perfume. And yes, I am chopped liver.

After dinner they went to a movie, but because the front row is not suitable for making out, they left during the previews. Lesson 1 learned too late: You CAN get a refund for not wanting to sit in the front row, just leave out the you can't make out in the front row part. Twenty-something dollars down the drain.

He drove her back to our house (still a blizzard outside but that could be an exaggeration), probably thinking he could make out here. They hung out for a while - with the door open - and then later went back out in the *blizzard* to take her home.

Lesson 2 learned too late: Dating is expensive.

We'll just leave it at that.

I am so in trouble.

Here's a bit of "Lowdown" that won't get me in trouble:

I'm going to Colorado on Thursday for a girls' trip. I'm not going to ski, but some of the girls are. My knees hurt when I ski. Actually everything hurts when I ski. I told them I'll just keep the jacuzzi warm (hmm, that doesn't sound right). We'll only be gone for three nights. I'm hopeful my son and dogs will still be alive when I get home. I trust my husband completely, it's just that, I don't know, sometimes I have to text him when I'm out of town to remind him to be sure the dogs have water. Kinda scary.

I made an appointment for Eric to see a neurologist next week. He's been having migraines for a year, and this past week he's had three or four. With all the school he's been missing, I figure I'd better have him checked out. I know, what kind of mom waits a year before taking her son to get checked for migraines. I won't win Mom of the Year this year anyway, will I?

E's lumbar CT scan is next Thursday. He's dying to play basketball again.

Happy Birthday to my Dad today! I don't know about you, but I'd sure love to be another year older - in Maui.

My dad pretending to be scouting the sea for baseball talent... Although, the team IS called the Marlins. I guess that works.

He insists he doesn't have a golf club in his hand, that it's just a cane...


And just so my dad feels extra sorry for me, I leave you - and him - with a picture from my house this morning.



5 comments:

Anything Fits a Naked Man said...

Such a cute story about your son! Ah, brings back memories of my first dates (although I NEVER got an $80 bottle of perfume, EVER!!).

Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting on my blog, REALLY appreciate it!

Kaminski Family said...

Theres enough room on the podium for you too at the "parent of the year " award ceremony!!! I'll move right over to let someone else share the award!!
E is so stinkin cute it makes my heart hurt!
He's gonna make a great boyfriend to any girl.

Steph

Lynne said...

Steph: I am not worthy *head hanging* to be standing next to you. Below you, yes; behind you, sure; beside you, never. JK That was my dramatic look.

I wish I had E as a boyfriend back in the day. He's so thoughtful!

Naked Man: Naked Man doesn't sound right, how about Anything Fits? Or AFANM?: You're welcome :) I absolutely adore your blog and YOU better watch out because *in my best Schwarzeneger voice* "ahl be bock."

Lynette said...

What happened to the little boys we used to have? Yours was 4 and mine was 1? Happy Joe's Pizza, Trout Lodge? Where did the time go? Andrew has a girlfriend too but thank God he couldn't afford to buy her a Valentine. I don't even get that kind of Valentine from my own hubby!

Have fun in Colorado!

Lynne said...

Lynette: I do remember doing all that. I can't believe they're so grown up now. We sure had fun with them, though, didn't we. I miss Trout Lodge (puppy chow for the road) and Happy Joe's ($20 for a plastic trinket of some sort).

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