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.
"Off the Beaten Path" Bookstore where my friends left me. They had a fireplace and couches and coffee and books. I was miserable.
A store guard dog named Bosco who was sleeping on the job. He's a Giant (and I mean GIANT) Alaskan Malamute.
We stopped at a place where a man sells anything and everything made out of antlers. It was very bizarre. 
Darling skating rink in the shopping area where we went to dinner.
I went with five other girls and we hooked up with some other friends for dinner in Vail before heading to Steamboat Springs. I'm in the back row in the middle with the brown jacket.
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