September 07, 2010

Struggling Randomness

I haven't been all random in awhile... so a mix of the random with the up to date:

Poor Vehicular Choices
The asexual Mom-mobile having 155K miles on it and it not having been in the shop for a good go over since 130K, and this being an impromptu trip, my husband decided we would take his sedan on the 9 hour trek to surprise TGOO for his 70th.

The sedan has a great large backseat, which seems to shrink with every hour spent on the road. Phrases that you don't like hearing from the backseat include, but are not limited to:

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to strangle you with my sling"

"Bones. If you don't stop bugging me, I'm going to open this door and throw you out."

That last one was said around Hour 7, as we were on I-10 cruising at something slightly faster than the posted 70 mph... Love that. (Evidently I wasn't the one driving.)
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Everyone Loves Ringo

Ringo's purple cast has many signatures. I noticed one of them with a big heart next to it. This was our conversation:

Me: Hunh. Who's Allison?

Ringo: A girl in my Spanish Class.

Me: Is she cute?

Ringo, trying to ignore me: No.

Me: Really?

Ringo: Really.

Me: Too bad. She signed with a heart...

Ringo, slightly exasperated as he gets whenever I allude to girls: MOM. You can't go by that. LOOK. I'll show you. So she wrote '*heart* Allison', but look over here, Mary wrote '*heart* YOU, Mary' and David wrote, '*heart* YOU!, David', ... and... Nick wrote 'I *heart* pie'. So you see? It's nuthin'...

Heh. I love teasing him about girls.
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Evolution

This occurred to me this morning, a particularly bad morning, of which I refuse to go into:

This notion that we humans have that we are more evolved or of a higher order than those mammals that eat their young... I think someone got it all wrong. I think those that eat their young may be on a higher evolutionary scale.

Just sayin'...

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Sayings Around Town

I don't know how it is in your homes, but around here, little sayings pop up that get thrown out constantly. We laugh typically when it's said.

Our newest saying is in reference to Ringo, "I struggle".

Last week he was trying to get something done and it just wasn't working, his being the one armed bandit and all. He was frustrated and finally he said, "Mom, can you help me? *big pause* I struggle..." And it just seemed so dang funny that now whenever he's trying to do something one armed, one of us will look over at him and say, "I struggle", to which he usually grins and says, "I DO!!! I STRUGGLE!".

But really... in life... who doesn't? I think that may be my new personal mantra:

I struggle

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Art Teachers Can't Teach Math

Seriously.

Bones got into the car today and this conversation transpired:

Me: Did you ask your explorer wheel teacher what the deal is with those asterisks for missing work? (Sidenote: Explorer Wheel is a 1 semester class they take exploring ALL the arts. Bones' class is taught by this great male teacher, who is also a crazy artist type... WAAAAAY out in left field.)

Bones: Yeah. He said not to worry. There aren't any F's in his class.

SWEET! Love that. Seriously. Love it. I think we're all about the art exploration and the 'feel good'. I'm cool. I'm just glad he's teaching art and not the 3 R's. (Sidenote: I emailed him anyway.)

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Hoarding... It's NOT Just for Home

No sh**, this happened today.

We were driving down a major boulevard when I looked over past Ringo, who was riding shotgun, and into the small car next to me.

Me: OOOOOH MYYYYY (said with a shrill) GAAWWDDD! Look at that. Look! look!

Ringo: Holy crap!

And next to us was a little car, Honda Civic size, four door, and... there was paper piled all... over. The backseat, full to the windows and an intertube on top, all over the seat, the places you put your feet... all the way to the side windows, the shotgun seat... paper... all the way to the window, paper on the DASHBOARD! There WAS PAPER ON THE DASH, about 2 inches thick. Paper paper every where and not a sheet to toss.

There was just this little space she had carved out for herself to sit and drive.

Me: OMG. I have to call Aunt Mo. This is insane...she's a...

Ringo: Mom, they're called Hoarders!

Me: She's a hoarder in her car!

Ringo: They have a TV show about hoarders.

Me: And their cars?

Ringo: That's nuts.

Sheesh
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Play Me a Song Mandolin Man

And lastly...

My Mom got TGOO a mandolin for his birthday. He opened it up and we were all really excited for him, but none more than Ringo who immediately declared, "I don't want to touch it, because then I'm going to want one..."

As it is, he can hardly keep his hands off TGOO's or my Aunt's dulcimers.

But as the night progressed, the lure of The Mandolin was too much... and we found him struggling to wrap his casted arm around it, trying to figure out the fingering, and wondering to himself, "Hmmm... Should I ask for a Mandolin for Christmas?"

Mandolin2.jpg

No, he's not getting a mandolin, but it was funny watching the wheels turn. And it's cool to see him enjoy music so much. Everyone needs an emotional outlet.

Music is his.


Posted by Boudicca at September 7, 2010 07:55 PM
Comments

I had 2 sisters and long trips in the back seat where especially trying. We used to do "lines" yes, we'd make imaginary lines and scream at each other if one of us crossed said line. How delightful. The long trips were much easier with only 2 kids. LOL.

Posted by: Teresa at September 7, 2010 09:43 PM

It's always fun to needle the boys about the girls, be they six or sixteen. Extra points for teenagers, since you can often keep them in line by threatening to embarrass them in public (works even better with teenage girls).

And I've on occasion seen a hoardmobile or two out on the road, if not parked. I once had a friend that virtually used his car for both an office and a bedroom, but you could at least see out all the windows.

Posted by: diamond dave at September 7, 2010 10:10 PM

Illinois to Florida, 3 young girls and my mom... my mom who bought ME a 101 Elephant joke book for the trip. Yaa, ask me about that sometime. ;-)

Posted by: vwbug at September 8, 2010 04:38 AM

Ha. I got myself a mandolin for my birthday last month. Been watching YouTube videos on how to play. Practicing my scales. If he really feels the allure, my savannah only cost $80 and it has good sound and holds a tune well.

Posted by: K-Nine at September 8, 2010 01:18 PM

OK. It's obvious that I have missed a whole lot since I took a fall about 10 days ago. First, tell your son that a purple cast ROCKS! Got my very own one today and I didn't even know it was in fashion! Second. My niece plays mandolin and guitar and drums and the list goes on. She is a freshman in college studying for a degree in music. (which she also writes) There is nothing like the sound of a mandolin. She worked really hard at learning how it's played and can make that instrument SING. It's said that music is one of the best outlets there is whether listening or playing so I hope you'll reconsider the mandolin if he really shows a strong interest in it. (at least it's not drums) :oP

Posted by: Lemon Stand at September 10, 2010 08:34 PM

watch out! my daughter passed mandolin (instrument #4) on her way to instrument #21 - for some kids it is sort of an addictive disease. of course there are things worse than new instruments a kid could be addicted to...
(i'd advise to go ahead and find him an inexpensive one for christmas :)

Posted by: patti at September 12, 2010 09:23 PM