My Mom had a podiatrist appointment today, an office she'd not been to before.
I have to tell this story.
Evidently the nurse kept looking at the file and my Mom, not believing my Mom is the age she is. The whole story from my Mom was really funny.
But the whole time I was thinking, 'Suhweet! I'm half her!!!'
I found out on FB a couple nights ago that my eldest son has a girlfriend.
I confirmed it with him. The first thing I said was, "Don't get her pregnant". The second thing I txt'd was, 'The rhythm method doesn't work. You get a kid called Mr. T when you do that..."
I wondered later... If there is a website, "Sh-- my Mom texts me", I suspect I've provided enough fodder that he could post it.
I had someone say to me, 'You don't know they're having sex.' I just stared at them. Please.
I had breakfast with Ringo's roommate's Mom this morning. It was a fluke, but fun. It was a group of us...
I said to her, "I found out on FB that Ringo is dating Gina."
She looked at me oddly and said, "Yeah. They've been together awhile..."
I replied, "I didn't know they were seriously DATING..."
She said, "Ahh... maybe not. She'd not come over to the house yet with everyone. What I want to know, is what is up with my son and Stacy."
I looked at her and said "Oh, they've been dating seriously since October..."
She sat there quietly and said, "You and I have to go to dinner..."
Ringo txt'd me today that a classmate of his from high school just got married.
They just graduated from high school.
I was stunned. People don't do that anymore.
I have good thoughts for them...
So today is my second son's 17th Birthday. Mr. T is 17.
It's been a big year. He's working on his Eagle Scout and thinking about colleges. He's driving and has great friends.
T is an introvert and struggles with change. He would never have any of his friends to our home. He said they'd be bored.
His younger extroverted brother said, "Bored. Are you kidding? We have a basketball hoop. We can play football in the backyard. We have three gaming systems. And all your friends do is sit around and talk... you can do that here."
And so unbeknownst to T, Bones mass txt'd T's friends and asked them to surprise him for his birthday, eat dinner, stay the night, and hang.
And so yesterday at 4:30, his first friend showed up at the house. T was surprised, but happy.
At 5:30, another friend showed up. T was laughing.
We were in the midst of dinner when the last friend was able to show. (We knew he had to come late.) T was so surprised, his three best friends, eating homemade pizza, birthday chocolate pie, staying up all night watching movies, talking, and the a big breakfast in the morning and playing basketball.
T had a great birthday.
It will be interesting to see what happens in the next year. By this time next year, we will be very close to knowing where he is going to college.
Whereas, Ringo never studied, didn't have good grades, he could nail standardized testing.
T studies all the time, makes great grades, constantly challenges himself, and can't test worth a dang. So that means that he won't get into the colleges he REALLY wants to get into.
But that doesn't mean he won't try.
He just got his ACT scores back. They weren't great. This was our conversation when he got his scores.
T: OMG. These suck.
Me: Well, bonus for you, you never have to take this test again. We just wanted to see if this was the test for you. You can go with the SAT...
T: Mom. Are you kidding? I can't graduate from HS knowing these are my test scores for the ACT.
Me: But, it doesn't matter... you'll get in with SAT scores.
T: NO. I might get in with my SAT scores, but Mom, I don't care if I have to take the ACT my last week of my Senior year, I have to retake it so I don't graduate from high school KNOWING these were my test scores. No.WAY.
So... he'll be taking it again for his crazy self satisfaction.
But that's how T is.
And to my second son, Mr. T, on his 17th birthday I say, "Happy Birthday my 2nd son. Should all the children be so blessed to be as loved as you are… for if they were, I suspect the problems of this world would be so very different… We love you so..."
We were at dinner the other night. We have an event that we have to go to as a family that the boys and I do NOT want to go to. At all. This was our conversation:
Bones: I'd rather poke my eyes out with a pencil.
Me: I'd rather slit my throat with a butter knife.
T: I'd rather poke my eyes out and sip them with a straw.
My husband rolled his eyes and ignored us.
A few minutes later Bones said, "So, who did I get my great sense of humor from?"
I pointed to myself and mouthed big with a loud whisper, 'ME! You got it all from me!"
My husband rolled his eyes again and muttered, "Great."
We have to keep him on his toes....
Mr. T is running track. He's been training since before Christmas. This was our conversation today.
T: Coach told me I have to run the 800.
T: I can't believe it. I didn't want to run the 800...
Me: What did you want to run?
T: Not the 100 or 200. I'd get beat by all the really fast black kids.
Me: So how's it going to go?
T: Now I'm going to get beat by all the really fast black kids... who can actually finish it too.
Bones Confirmation is coming up in about 6 weeks. He has to pick out a name.
It's been dang funny as we've been sifting through names all over the internet.
He was SERIOUSLY pissed that he coudn't pick Cecilia, the Patron Saint of music. We kept saying, "She was a WO-MAN" and he kept saying, "I... DON'T... CARE!"
Finally, I think it was T, that suggested Gregory, as in the Gregorian Chant. Evidently he is the Patron Saint of... singers.
I suspect this will be interesting.
I know. You're wondering what is going on. Yes, I am on FB now. I was asked to go on it for a group I'm in.... it's a long story, but after a year of their asking me, I did it.
But I cannot abandon here. I am ME here. I know over the years you have gotten a sanitized version of me, but it's still mostly me. On FB, I cannot be me. I may use my name for what I'm doing, but all the more, I can't be me.
A lot has gone on here in the last few months. We've had some weird things that have hit my home lately and I'm going to start with July timeframe and move to Monday morning.
I can say all this here. I can't say this on FB. FB is 10 second soundbites and I don't want... people to know all of it.
In July, two janitors at Bones' HS were found murdered on campus. They were murdered by another janitor (Yes, you can google it and find it) and they never found the janitor. He is still at large.
Although we were not there at the time, Bones hadn't started school, it still had a slight impact. A sense of fear? A sense of... concern that maybe school wasn't safe as we think it is... Bones thoughts, really. He looked at the school a little differently... all the cops... all the security... he was... skeptical.
Then in early November, Mr. T has a little girl in his homeroom, whose father murdered her mother and then when he realized he was going to get caught, he committed suicide.
And it wasn't just a murder. It was ghastly. The details came out... all of them... and Bones knew the murdered Mom as well because she has been HIS school nurse at his middle school.
Mr. T didn't go to the funeral. We knew it was going to be a 3 ringed circus. So much sadness. Her dead body dumped in the sugar cane fields... the gruesomeness and sick of it all brought out the press like flies.
On Monday, two schoolmates of Bones were murdered by their mother. She then killed herself. That is searchable as well... I don't need to put the details. They were in the music department, he knew them, the daughter was a friend.
He is coping... but what he said to me last night broke my heart. He said to me... "Mom, do you think this made National news? Probably not, right? Because... this is normal, isn't it? Normal. Probably nobody even cares..."
And... that is bothering me on a deep level. My 14 year old son thinks this crap is normal.
I said, "No, it's not normal..." But today he did say that he thought maybe it didn't make the National news because they were too wrapped up in Gov Christie and the guy who shot someone in a movie theatre.
It made the news in Jacksonville. I girlfriend of mine saw it and sent me a message. She said, "You tell him, this is not normal, and we are sad."
Bones is doing well in school. He IS in the right place. The teachers are amazing, the student body is a close knit bunch, and the dynamics are what what he needs.
The right fit for the right kid.
Just... so much sadness for kids so young.