Music, School

Band Concert Blues

Jack had a surprise band concert this week. I say it’s a surprise because I only heard about it on Monday and the concert was On Tuesday. Talk about giving a little notice eh?

Me: Jack, how come you didn’t tell me about this concert! If we had some notice I would have invited some people! Now we’re rushing around and our schedule is all messed up 😦

Jack: I told you about it last year remember?

Me: sigh.

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Later that night…

Me: you guys were so awesome at your concert… You looked like you were having fun…

Jack: Well, that 2nd song was impossible to play I kept getting confused.

Me: I thought you guys practiced? You should have practiced more?

Jack: You don’t understand…that song has confusing parts and the timing signatures are all messed up and 4/4 goes down to 2/4 and then the rests are only half as long in those parts but you don’t know that so it was very confusing to play.

Me: Um. Oh.

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Lol! I didn’t even know what he was saying it was so funny and I’m sure I messed up exactly what he said. But he ranted for like a full minute with all these words about timing and rests and fourths LOL. I so do not know how to read music that it is hysterical.

But yay! Jack was right in front for the first time in five years!!!!

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Conversations, Music, Uncategorized

Posting about Post Malone

I love love love “Better Now” by Post Malone. I think it’s genius. Seriously. Before I knew who he was, I was like yep, this is good stuff and this kid is going to be huge.

Some weeks later, a newer Post Malone song came on the radio in the car. Jack and I were driving somewhere and I had high hopes that I would like the new song. But, after a few minutes I couldn’t listen anymore. It was repetitive, and a bit annoying for some reason I guess, and it was starting to get on my nerves. πŸ™‚

me: (turning off the radio) Ugh, I’ve had about enough of that song. Geez.

Jack: Funny, just the other day you were saying he’s such a talented artist and now you can’t stand him. Hmmmm…

me: Why do you have to remember everything?

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Conversations, Phone Calls, Uncategorized

It’s almost ‘Sh*t My 14-Year-Old Says’ time

Gasp.

I cannot be the mother of a 14-year-old. I just cannot. But I guess I can’t stop it from happening. I better just get ready and accept it. Hence the NEW blog design. Ta-daaaa! I wanted to unveil it for Jack’s birthday in January, but I’m bored, and Jack is in NYC with his dad, and well I got to playing around… and this is what happens when I have free time. I create something!

I’ll update the photo and the header, naturally, when Jack turns 14. This was the only photo I felt comfortable adding to the header without giving Jack editorial approval. Otherwise, sheesh, the roof would blow off this house if I posted something unapproved.

Remember when I could post anything and show any photo because I was the BOSS of Jack? I’m still the boss, but these kids get so darn “mouthy” and “opinionated” lol. So yeah, no more random cute photos without approval. No funny stories without approval. No new blog designs with new photos… you get the idea.

I hope you all like this layout, it’s much cleaner and I should have done this years ago, but being a single mom, and a full-time worker, and a rescuer of multiple animals, and a home owner, kinda makes my free time next to nil. I’m lucky I can even post once or twice a month these days. I want to post more. Really. But with all the restrictions placed on the content (by Jack) and the lack of conversational time we have together (because Jack is plugged into some device) I simply don’t get the relevant content needed to produce a lot of “sh*t”. But there are gems that fall in-between those times. So, until I completely run out of material, or am completely forbidden to document it, I will continue to produce the sh*t you are accustomed to reading.

That does not sound flattering to me at all.

But I know you understand, because you are a great loyal reader of this sh*t and it must make you smile at least a little bit.

me: (via text to Jack) I’m upgrading the design on your blog. Can I put a pic of you not facing camera on it? Shows backpack.

Jack: Lemme see.

me: (sending pic) Here.

Jack: Yeah that’s fine.

me: Do you like the design?

Jack: Ya.

(hmmm, this is easier than I thought… he’s maturing!!)

me: What are you doing right now?

Jack: Playin fortnite with Alex.

Alex lives a few houses down from us. Jack goes to NYC to play a game online with him. Weird right? πŸ˜‰

me: Ok don’t play too long and get some sleep. Goodnight.

Silence

me: GOODNIGHT

Silence

me: And here is the part where you say Goodnight and I love you back.

Jack: Goodnight.

me: Sigh.

So, there you have it. Working on the maturity. πŸ™‚

 

Food

A year of no sugar. Again.

Well I tried this three years ago and then each year since I’ve made the big attempt to give up sugar completely. I have t been 100% successful at all but have made major strides in the right direction.

I don’t use any sugar in my coffee, tea, oatmeal, etc. I don’t drink soda or juice with the exception of orange juice (natural) maybe a few times a year. And I might have a diet soda a few times a year also…

I don’t like sweet drinks or food. My issue is mainly chocolate! If it’s available I will eat it. Or at least try it. Unless I’m being super strict which I try to be as much as possible. I let myself have treats on special occasions but I know when I’m starting to spiral hahaha.

It’s doesn’t bode well for Jack when I am “off” sugar because then our household is pretty sugar free. Except right now Jack has a giant bag full of Twix bars. Thanks Santa (LOL)….

I wish I didn’t just remember that.

Anyway…

me: Jack, guess what, the day after Christmas is going to kick off a month of no sugar. Just letting you know.

Jack: Didn’t you try that like three years ago?

me: Yes.

Jack: And last year?

me: Yessssss.

Jack: And you’re trying it again? If you just stopped eating sugar you wouldn’t have to keep starting to stop.

me: Hand me the fudge will ya?

Digital Technology, Uncategorized

“F” That

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Well, as you probably know…you have to stay relevant if you’re a parent of a teen. You have to stay one step ahead of them… or better yet, 3 steps ahead. Or … you at least have to know how to pretend you know what’s going on πŸ™‚ !!! (most of the time)

I was on Instagram and saw that Jack posted a picture of some old guy smiling. I looked quick and had no idea who it was. When I clicked on the photo I had a vague recollection of who it was, but it took me a minute to realize it was Stan Lee. Why was Jack posting a pic of Stan Lee? I had no clue.

I looked at all of the comments.

@somebody Β F

@anotherperson Β  F

@randomkid Β  F

@afriendofJack Β  F

Why were these kids all posting “F”? And why for Stan Lee? I clicked on Jack’s friend’s account and there was another pic of Stan Lee with “F” typed in all the comments. Hmmmmm. I was not going to be left out of this one.

Now, for the record, don’t just go Googling “F” randomly, or when you’re at work. (also, don’t Google “naked chef” when you’re trying to look up Jamie Oliver… it just doesn’t end well, and IT will have to have a “discussion” with you at some point. Or… so I heard…)

I Googled Stan Lee first actually, and realized he died. RIP Stan!

Now I Googled a few other things like “why is everyone typing F on Instagram”. (LOL)

I found an answer!

“F” is from Call of Duty, when you want to pay respects to someone that just died… press F. Ahh, that makes sense. Though I doubt all of these kids play Call of Duty, right? Or do they?

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So, I do what any mom would do. I open Jack’s Instagram post and type “F”.

Then I waited to see if Jack would notice.

Later that night…

Jack: Um Mom, why did I need to see “@debinort commented F” pop up while I was in school? Do you even know what that means?

me: Of course I know what it means, sheesh. Why were you checking your phone in school??

Jack: It was at lunch. And, I know you Googled it.

me: No you don’t.

Jack: Yes I do. You’re the Mom that has to Google “What does F mean”. Tell me I’m wrong.

me: Sigh.

Well, he was right.