Yep, that's me.
I spent Sunday night watching the super bowl at my friend, Candice's new home. Now when I say "watching" the super bowl what I mean is that I was in the same room as the 55" inch tv that was displaying the football game. (Now don't jump ahead of me! I'm not jealous of the tv or the new home, or the players who make millions of dollars each season! Keep reading!)
I was paying a little bit of attention to the action on the screen (mostly during the commercials) but honestly, I was really concentrating on the game of Hand and Foot we were playing. Hand and Foot is a card game that is very similar to Canasta (I'll bet you're glad that I cleared that up, eh?). While we were playing, I was listening to the banter going back and forth between Candice and her mom. It was companionable and fun, teasing and sweet. If was obvious that they were friends and they really enjoyed being with each other.
I like that. I had that with my mom. I miss that. Jealous. Yep that's me.
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Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Monday, February 28, 2011
You Call This a Choice?
Yesterday my sixteen year old son asked me a hypothetical question: "Which would you rather I had, a motorcycle or a gun?" Here was my first response:
Me: "Is the gun locked up?"
Son: "What do you mean locked up?"
Me: "Is it in a lock box, something that only you can unlock?"
Son: "No mom. I'd be carrying it."
Me: "It's not loaded, right?"
Son: "Mom, what good would that do? Of course it would be loaded."
I share this with you because I can't believe that I'm trying so hard to choose the gun option. Until this conversation, I didn't realize how really nervous I am about him getting a motorcycle.
Let me explain. I used to ride motorcycles. Not by myself, just as a passenger, but still I wasn't afraid them.
Maybe it's the fact that he's just sixteen and he doesn't even have his driver's license.(He's getting it on Friday!)
Maybe it's that I know of a guy who lost both his legs and an arm in a motorcycle accident just last year.
Or maybe it's genetic. My mom hated motorcyles.
I don't know. but I do know that I'm not too happy about the gun option either. Good thing it was a hypothetical question...
Me: "Is the gun locked up?"
Son: "What do you mean locked up?"
Me: "Is it in a lock box, something that only you can unlock?"
Son: "No mom. I'd be carrying it."
Me: "It's not loaded, right?"
Son: "Mom, what good would that do? Of course it would be loaded."
I share this with you because I can't believe that I'm trying so hard to choose the gun option. Until this conversation, I didn't realize how really nervous I am about him getting a motorcycle.
Let me explain. I used to ride motorcycles. Not by myself, just as a passenger, but still I wasn't afraid them.
Maybe it's the fact that he's just sixteen and he doesn't even have his driver's license.(He's getting it on Friday!)
Maybe it's that I know of a guy who lost both his legs and an arm in a motorcycle accident just last year.
Or maybe it's genetic. My mom hated motorcyles.
I don't know. but I do know that I'm not too happy about the gun option either. Good thing it was a hypothetical question...
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