The Scourge of Auto Correct

So it's been a bit nutty and I've had a lot to post on, but it just gets lost in my head.

Like how much I miss having a 4 year old in the house. They observe everything and say anything.

Ringo's Court of Honor is Sunday. We have nearly 70 people coming. Meanwhile, Bones' big performance is Sunday night.

This marker I'm placing in St. Augustine? It has taken on a life of its own. It's becoming a big deal with publicity and originally I thought really I was the only one who cared... emotionally attached... but that's not the case.

I got tunnel vision. I've been working on it for so long, that I never bothered to look around me and realize that there were others watching that wanted to partake either because of the significance or to celebrate the accomplishment.

So... I'm a bit on low freak... blocks of rooms for hotels, sound systems, refreshments, invitations... blah blah blah.

But it's all good and this post is to end with laughing.

A couple months ago Teresa of Technicalities posted a link to the funniest auto-corrects ever. I commented about the horror show that occurred last year when I was on a vocal trip.

I never posted this. It's just too... awful. But I'm in the midst of getting a new phone, so VW took a snapshot of the txt fiasco so I wouldn't lose it. My phone doesn't have that screen shot thingy that others have.

There is no need for an introduction really... this is it... the humiliation of it in its fully glory.

When this occurred, I freaked. There was a Mom sitting across from me who watched this whole thing unfold. She started to laugh so hard, she just about fell over. I was about to cry, I was so horrified.

Someone told the choral directors, who have teased me ever since. I thought I'd get walked off the trip.

Imagine my utter horror when they informed me that said 7th grade boy who received said message is the son of a Pastor. Love that.

Flash forward to about 6 months ago, the boy came up to Bones and said, "Bones... you know that message I got from your Mom last year? That means she had that word in her phone..."

It took him 6 months to realize that. Made me feel like a bigger heel...

Graduates

It's been a crazy week here. My niece left on Wednesday with my sister in tow. My Mom is here and we're having a great time.

My eldest son's graduation was on Monday night. During his rehearsal on Monday, at 1:00, the following text messages took place:

Ringo: I assume you're gunna make me a giant banner

Me: What?

Ringo: You're gunna make a banner to bring with you right, ma!

Me: WTF?

Ringo: Fine.

Ringo: Be just like everyone else.

Me: Is everyone making a banner?

Ringo: I don't think so. Gotta be different ma!

Me: You may regret this...

Ringo: I doubt it.

Me: You don't know what I'm putting on it!

Ringo: You gotta get the banner paper and all that.

Me: Nope.

Ringo: No? How are you gunna make a big banner then?

Me: Stop it. Just brace yourself. It won't be big.

Ringo: hehehehehe

And so it was then 1:30, graduation was at 7, but I had to be there at 5:45 for something, which meant I had 4 hours and 15 minutes to create a banner, get it made at Staples (they were running a $20 special), Staples had to make it, I had to pick it up, and be at graduation.

No stress.

The reason I said he didn't know what I was going to put on it is because I intended to put his nickname... for everyone to see.

This is Monday night with his brothers.

The boys said later, "Mom, how did you pick THAT picture?" to which I replied, "Look, I had 30 minutes to get it made. I had to have it to Staples by 2:00. I picked the photo I found on the desktop. I needed one, there was one, that's what got used."

It was a great graduation. Son#4 was Valedictorian and gave the absolute best speech I have ever heard. It was personal to the student body, stories from their being together and about teachers, and we laughed throughout. No sage advice from an 18 year old, just good memories that made us all laugh hysterically, and made everyone feel good about themselves. (Sidenotes: For those new here, Son#4 is a young man who's Mom is one of my best friends. We were pregnant together.)

It was a good night.