Happy Thanksgiving

I "snuggled" Shane and told him Happy Thanksgiving.

He responded..."I'd be thankful if you'd get off of me."

What a humbug. A teenage humbug.

I didn't honor his wish in case you're wondering.

LOL!

Happy Thanksgiving 2013 from Sand Bridge Virginia in VA Beach. Be grateful for what you have and the people in your life. I know I am.

Every. Stinking. Day.

Every.  Single.  Day.  

This is my morning routine.

Push in the couch cushions.  

Pick up the pillows and blankets off the floor.

And refold all the blankets. 

Every.  Stinking.  Day.

Sometimes 3 times a day.  

The weekends drive me bonkers.

But I suppose it is fair play.  Usually the moms curse comes into play but in this one, I'm sure my dad is laughing his butt off.  

Because I distinctly remember him folding all the blankets in the house over and over.

And mumbling the entire time..."I hope you have one just like you!"

Well dad.  I have three paybacks and I'm constantly folding their stupid blankets.

Stop laughing!  

And remove the curse!

Boys, I hex you children just like you one day that they never know how to fold a blanket.

And I'm going to laugh at you!  

Just like my dad is laughing at me.  lol

Marching Band

When Shane waffled this summer on whether he wanted to do marching band, I insisted that he do it for a year.  Ken and I disagreed about whether we should make him.  He didn't want to make him and I did.  

I'm not usually one to push the boys to do things they don't want to do but this time I insisted.

His reasoning was that he didn't want to spend his birthday at marching band practice.  Instead of practicing from 8-5, he wanted to sleep late and lounge.  Because it was his birthday, you know.  :D

Yeah.  That's not a good reason.

I knew he'd have a great time.  I was on color guard growing up and I loved it.  I loved the games, the competitions, the band trips (Mardi Gras was off the hook) and yes, even the practices.

So he amused us and he stuck with it.

And he's glad he did.  He is going to add the baritone sax to his repertoire of instruments I addition to the bass clarinet so that he can march with either next year.

He's made some really great friends.

His girlfriend is in the percussion.

I made some of new friends volunteering in the concessions stands.

Marching band may be known as geeks but is a fun thing for the kids and parents to be involved in during high school.

Making great friends, awesome memories and keeping the kids busy in the process.

That's what it's all about!

How You Make Boys Happy

How you make boys happy...all in pictures.  

Step 1.

Step 2.

Step 3.

Love that my boys both answer "your chicken pot pie" when I ask them what they want for dinner.  

And then ask if their friend can eat too.

But of course they can!  

I make two pies so they won't fight over it. 

We never have left overs.  

<3

I Just Don't Get It

Shane stayed after school last night so he could participate in a marching band performance at a rival high school.  I sent him with $3 so that he could get pizza with the other kids who were staying after.

That's him in the front blue coat on the 32 yard line.  

The county sponsored it as a way to raise money and get food donations for the local good bank.  The stands were full!

Anywho, I picked Shane and two of his friends up after.  Shane asked if they could go to Chic Fil A for dinner.

I told him no.  It was 10:35 pm already.

He said he was hungry because he didn't eat.

I reminded him that he ate pizza.

He said no he didn't.  He did have a taco tho.

UNCOOL MOM:  Oh.  Did they order tacos instead?

OFFENDING CLULESS TEENAGER:  No.  They ordered pizza.  I just went to Taco Bell with <insert name of random teenage driver>.

UCM:  UGH.  For real?

OCT: Yeah.  What's the problem?  You trust <insert it doesn't matter.>

UCM:  Well.  I don't want you going off riding with other kids.  Plus I need to know where you are at.

OCT:  Well.  That's just stupid.  I didn't even think about calling or asking you.  Why do you care where I am?  I wasn't suppose to be home anyway.

UCM:  Um.  Because I said so.  I don't care if you understand it or not.  That's the rule.  

OCT:  Well.  That's just stupid.

UCM:  UGH.

OCT:  Can I have your m&m's?

UCM:  No.  But here Erin.  You can have them.  Boys are stupid.  

(She was just complaining to her brother that he wasn't doing what he was suppose to do.  As I said.  Boys are stupid).

Sometimes I just don't understand the teenage mind.

All I can say is...teenagers...sheesh.