Two New Pet Peeves

2 10 2008

I have been frequenting the Red Box lately.  It is so convenient and cheap!  When I go, I know what movie I am looking for usually.  If Jake and I are picking out a movie, we may browse the flicks in order to find one we will both enjoy.  We never do this if someone is waiting, though.  Twice this week I have gone to the Red Box-once to return a movie and another time to rent one.  Both times someone is browsing the movies for several minutes.  Annoying.  Then, today, I knew exactly what I wanted.  I walk in and this guy is standing there with his kid browsing titles.  He finally picks a movie.  Then he goes back to browsing for several minutes.  And picks another flick.  He pushes the “Checkout” button and the screen comes up for him to swipe his card.  And guess what?  He doesn’t have his wallet with him!  And there was no way to go back to the main screen.  Finally it goes back to the main screen and it took me a total of about 30 seconds to get the movie I wanted and be out the door.  Petty?  Probably.  Still, it is extremely annoying.  Kind of like people who still write checks in stores.





To play or not to play….

2 09 2008

That was my question.

When Jake was 4, he played tee-ball and he hated it.  A good time was had by no one.  He has taken piano lessons and practiced karate for a few months.  I have no opinion on what he does, I just want him to participate in some activity.  Soccer has always been a “NO,” for some reason.  I think he would make a great basketball player.  He refuses to join a team.  I asked him the other day if he wanted to play baseball again.  His answer?

“Nah, I already got a plastic, fake gold trophy.  I’m good.”





I am not THAT mom.

26 08 2008

You know the one.  Who thinks her kid is so smart.  Genius.  Gifted, if you will.  I have proof, though, people.  In second grade, he took a standardized math assessment test and scored 100%.  And he missed ONE SPELLING WORD.  ALL YEAR!!! 

This isn’t a “oh, look how bright my kid is” kind of thing;  I have proof.  Evidence of his genius.  And every year I mention, in an almost whisper to his teacher, “I think Jake is bored at school.  What can we do?”  And I get the same look that I got tonight.  I could read it in her eyes and her smirk, “Oh, she’s one of thosemothers.”  Honestly, it irritates me.  I am not a mother who fabricates my son’s skill or intelligence.  I was hoping the school would work with him more so that he would be able to reach his potential.  I do what I can at home, which has something to do with him excelling.  I would home school, if I could.  And I think about it more and more each year.  The thought of his potential being stifled is infuriating.  My potential was not reached because my parents didn’t believe in me.  I want to see Jake be all the he can be.  Just, hopefully, not in the ARMEE.  I fully admit to being overzealous because my parents were under zealous.  My intention as Jake’s mom is for him to fully, completely and unconditionally that I am behind him and that I support his goals and dreams.

Okay, so maybe I am THAT mom.





I lost a friend today

6 08 2008

A dear, dear friend.  It is surreal.  One month ago she and I were playing Bunco with our friends eating and drinking and being our merry selves.  I could tell she was slipping mentally.  She had been for a while.  She and I worked together for over 7 years and it was just an unwritten job description that fellow employees covered for her.  We carried her for a long time so that she could keep her job.  The task was daunting at times, and was worth it. 

Yet, while we were playing Bunco, I knew that she was declining.  She was walking and talking and joking around.  And asking my about Jake, as she always did, and always enjoyed my Jake stories, which are many and surely annoy most people.  Being a mother to 4 boys herself, she loved Jake.  Loved hearing about his recent witty comments or antics.  I love her for listening to a proud mother go on and on and on and on.  I try not to be so boastful, yet sometimes I can’t help it.  And if there is anything that pierces me to the core of my soul, it is when someone loves my boy.  Words cannot describe it. 

My dear friend, Jo, cancer came and took you away.  So quickly.  Too quickly.  I thank God that, for you, it was fast and you did not suffer long.  I thank God that your family was with you and able to be with you and say their “see you laters.”  I thank God that my last memories of you are of our happy, sassy Jo.  You are so dear to my heart.  I love you and I will miss you so much.  Thank you for teaching me how precious life is and not to waste a moment.  Until we meet again my beautiful friend….





Family Jewels

20 07 2008

Last week Jake and I rode with my friend, Julie and her 3 boys in her minivan to Lawrence.  Four wild boys in a van.  Wild, obnoxious boys.  It was unnerving to say the least.  I peek around my seat to see that one of the boys has a pocket knife.  My anxiety rises sharply.  Then I hear one of the boys threaten to stab my Jake in the penis.  I’m pretty sure that I nearly had a stroke.  Yet quick-witted Jake says, “Don’t do that….I might need it later.”

I then confiscated the knife.  And prayed that I would not have a grandchild until AT LEAST 2025.





Hilarious

16 07 2008

Today my youngest sister relays a story to me of an argument that she had with my niece-an almost 3-year-old firecracker little girl.  Both females are bullheaded, to be sure.  The youngest is more so, and had more energy, so she usually wins out on any power struggle that may ensue.

Today they are arguing about nothing in particular and my niece says to her mother, “You can’t come to my party!”  She will be turning 3 in September and she will remind you every chance she gets.

So my sister says, “Well, then, who will bring the cake?”  “I will,” spouts Sassypants.

Then my sister says, “Who will bring the presents?”

My precious niece’s response??

Tina will.”  Hair flip included.  How I love that sassy munchkin.

The best part about her?  She is not my child.  I can spoil her and I do.  And then I send her home.  Gotta love it!





English as a First Language

9 07 2008

Today, Jake and I went to the Natural History Museum located on the KU campus.  While we were standing outside of the museum, I pointed to a building and told Jake that was where I went for my French and English courses.  He gives me a puzzled look and says, “What did you take English for?  You already know that language.”  I love his perspective on things!  He is such a crack up!