Yesterday's VText messages from Daughter:
Daughter: I hit a raccoon.
Me: You okay?
Daughter: Baha ya. I laughed Baylie was like what! Maddie was like did u hear the bone crack?
Me: Gross, Maddie! Was it alive when you hit it?
Daughter: We not sure.
Okay, how can you not be sure it was alive? Anyway, it was the first animal she ran over. Later she told me that animals were trying to commit suicide with her car all day. Two birds dived in front of the car, a cat, and well, she swerved and clipped a mailbox, tearing off the side mirror. The mailbox lived to collect another day, while the mirror shattered all over Son.
Yesterday was an extremely tense day for me.
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Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
At this rate, she will take a year to get her license, Madonna and Thank you, America!
This is my baby!
This evening, Daughter finally had her second driving lesson. Here is how it went...
Cast of Characters:
Daughter - herself, the timid 15.5 yr old
BFF - Daughter's best friend who is dying to get behind the wheel of anything
Mom - Me
BFF, grabbing Daughter's shoulders: When are you going to drive? I want to see you drive.
Daughter: Not now.
BFF: Why not?
Daughter: I don't want to.
BFF: Seriously? I have been waiting a long time to see you behind the wheel.
Daughter, looking at me for support: Fine, let's go if it will shut you up and get you off my back.
Mom: Really? Okay, we will just go down to the end of the street and drive around the cul-de-sac. Then we will see how it goes from there.
I grab my keys and my wallet, Daughter grabs her wallet and BFF jumps in the back seat, all smiles.
Mom: Do you want to back the Edge down the driveway?
Daughter: No!
Mom: Okay, I'll do it.
So I back down the car and face it toward the cul-de-sac. There is one car parked on the street. I put the Edge in park, and Daughter and I exchange places.
Mom: Now, put your foot on the brake. No, your other leg. Do not use your left leg. Okay, now keep your foot on the brake until you have the car in Drive. That's it. Now, barely give the car some gas.
As Daughter does this, she doesn't turn the wheel and ends up going over the curb into the front yard.
Mom: Okay, turn the wheel. Now stop. Stop!
The Edge comes to a halt.
BFF is laughing hysterically in the backseat. Mom is giggling.
Mom: Look at where your feet are. (Her left foot is on the brake.)
Daughter puts the car in Park and says: I think we should trade places now.
Mom: No, you are doing fine. Turn the wheel. Keep your foot on the brake until you put the car in Drive. Then let your foot off the brake.
Slowly, Daughter does this. The car just sits there.
Mom: Okay, now give it a little gas. Good.
The car moves forward and to the left, back on to the road. Daughter drives the car down the street, past the parked car and slowly she manuevers the Edge around the circle.
Mom: You are doing great! Now, wave at Neighbor as we go past.
Daughter honks the horn and waves at Neighbor. He looks up from what he is doing, back down, and then back up again. He stares at us all the back down the road to our house. LOL.
When we arrive back down at our driveway, I ask Daughter if she would like to drive through the neighborhood. She promptly says no, puts the car in park and tells me I need to put the car in the driveway (she would have had to back it up to get it in the driveway without hitting the mail box or the wagon on the other side of the road).
BFF: Can I drive around the neighborhood?
Mom: No, but you can pull it into the driveway.
BFF: That's not fun.
Mom: That's all you get until you get a license.
Thus ended the second driving lesson of Daughter.
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I have to say something about tv last night. First, a HUGE thank you to America for finally voting Kate Gosselin off of DWTS. That was as painful as childbirth, but without the result of a baby. She was not my favorite and I just was not a fan.
and GLEE!. The Power of Madonna was pretty cool. I really liked the storyline. I liked the songs. Daughter really liked the song with the Cheerios, Kurt and Mercedes. She said that one was done with Madonna and Justin Timberlake. She said it was new and she liked it!
But LOVED GLEE! I am glad that Rachael and Emma chose not to go through with the sex. It does say something interesting about our society, doesn't it? What is your take on it?
Monday, April 12, 2010
Now the Fun Begins!
Hi. How are ya? How was your weekend? Mine? Oh, it was fine. Actually not as busy as normal, which was nice, but eventful anyway.
Friday I got off work an hour and a half early, so I could take Daughter for her post-surgery appointment. Dr. G said all looked well, she needs to keep up the good work, and she should massage her incisions, 10 minutes each with a moisturizing lotion. Not sure what that is about, and when Daughter heard that, she exclaimed..."What? That will take almost an hour! (She has five incisions.) Dr. G just smiled and started making fun of her by acting like he was on the phone with his friends. LOL.
She asked him if he was going to let her go back to gym class. He asked "Why?"
She stated that it is safer to participate in gym than to watch them play from the sidelines because of some of the athletes get a bit crazy and she was dodging soccer balls before spring break.
He told her that she can do anything she wanted to...anything legal, he stressed. She thought that was funny.
Friday evening, we went to dinner and that was it. Not a big night. Foxy worked all weekend too.
Saturday: We got up, and got ready for the morning of errands; library, grocery, etc. I asked Daughter about going to get her temps. She said, "Uh, could I do it another time. I am not ready."
"Okay." I say, and stuff her birth certificate and SS card into my purse. We go off to the library. As we are walking up the steps to the library, I asked her why she didn't want to try for her temps. "Is it because the whole place is scary and confusing?"
She confirmed that it was all that. We renew the books we want to keep and start back to the car. I look at her and say, "Let's go try for your temps."
She says, "Okay." So off we go. We get there and it's full of people just waiting to get their temps. We pull a number off the ring and sit down. I ask her if she wants to take one of the books and study a little. She says she doesn't. Finally, the call her number. Her and I walk up to the desk and hand the number to the clerk. She asks Daughter what she wants. Daughter tells her to take her temps license. So the lady asks her a few more questions and asks her to wait in the seat next to the desk. When someone finished, the clerk tells Daughter to go sit at that computer and she may begin when she sees her name on the screen. So for the next 45 minutes to an hour, Son and I sit and wait. Biting our nails, looking at our phones, holding our breath and praying. Finally she emerges victorious! She said she read every question that she didn't understand, at least three times. It took her a while, but she passed! We are very proud of her. Now the scary part begins, teaching her to drive. How do I do it?
Friday I got off work an hour and a half early, so I could take Daughter for her post-surgery appointment. Dr. G said all looked well, she needs to keep up the good work, and she should massage her incisions, 10 minutes each with a moisturizing lotion. Not sure what that is about, and when Daughter heard that, she exclaimed..."What? That will take almost an hour! (She has five incisions.) Dr. G just smiled and started making fun of her by acting like he was on the phone with his friends. LOL.
She asked him if he was going to let her go back to gym class. He asked "Why?"
She stated that it is safer to participate in gym than to watch them play from the sidelines because of some of the athletes get a bit crazy and she was dodging soccer balls before spring break.
He told her that she can do anything she wanted to...anything legal, he stressed. She thought that was funny.
Friday evening, we went to dinner and that was it. Not a big night. Foxy worked all weekend too.
Saturday: We got up, and got ready for the morning of errands; library, grocery, etc. I asked Daughter about going to get her temps. She said, "Uh, could I do it another time. I am not ready."
"Okay." I say, and stuff her birth certificate and SS card into my purse. We go off to the library. As we are walking up the steps to the library, I asked her why she didn't want to try for her temps. "Is it because the whole place is scary and confusing?"
She confirmed that it was all that. We renew the books we want to keep and start back to the car. I look at her and say, "Let's go try for your temps."
She says, "Okay." So off we go. We get there and it's full of people just waiting to get their temps. We pull a number off the ring and sit down. I ask her if she wants to take one of the books and study a little. She says she doesn't. Finally, the call her number. Her and I walk up to the desk and hand the number to the clerk. She asks Daughter what she wants. Daughter tells her to take her temps license. So the lady asks her a few more questions and asks her to wait in the seat next to the desk. When someone finished, the clerk tells Daughter to go sit at that computer and she may begin when she sees her name on the screen. So for the next 45 minutes to an hour, Son and I sit and wait. Biting our nails, looking at our phones, holding our breath and praying. Finally she emerges victorious! She said she read every question that she didn't understand, at least three times. It took her a while, but she passed! We are very proud of her. Now the scary part begins, teaching her to drive. How do I do it?
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Wacky Wednesday
Last night, I helped Daughter order her class ring. It will be so pretty! Her ring will be silver with her birthstone, Ruby, her nickname inscribed on the inside DINGY. On one side will be the school mascot with her Name, and on the other side will be a drill team design. The stone will be diamond cut, of course. My girl has taste! But she is practical and has kept the ring under a big price.
Yesterday, Foxy took Daughter to get her SS card, because I can not find the original. So it was relatively painless and they gave her a paper that she can show to get her temps. The problem is that there may be a winter storm coming, so she wants to go like tomorrow and try and get them. Well we will see if that will be possible.
Daughter was talking to the Best Friend about getting her license. Best Friend asked me if she did pass her test, would I let her drive home? Uh, yeah I guess I would. Daughter looked at me and said, "What? I would get to drive? Uh, that is a lot of pressure now!" Is that funny or what? I guess that is what the wackiness is. If the state of Ohio will give her her temps, I guess I can go along with it and let her chauffeur me around for a few hundred hours. As soon as every one's nerves calm down, then it will all be good. I hope. Pray for me!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Friday Five and It's Still the Same
This week, our family have had a few firsts. Especially with Allie. Nothing dramatic, nothing major, well, yeah I guess the first one is major in all our lives. Tomorrow, I am going to take Allie to get her temporary license to drive! Uh, maybe it will snow and I can postpone this? No? Well this is a right of passage, isn't it? The other first is one that both Allie and Timm are interested and dreaming of. Allie brought home from school a packet for a class ring. Did you get a class ring? I did. It cost me $186. I remember that because I wanted a gold one and my parents would only pay half of it. I had to come up with the other half. Which brings me to my next question. Doesn't that mean i was older and had a job? I still have that beautiful ring. I can even still wear it. The prices are ridiculous for rings now days, but the settings, engravings and effects are pretty awesome!
The kids were dreaming, I mean, looking at the packet this morning, saying, "I am going to get this stone, and my friend and I want to have our nicknames engraved on the inside." Okay, but who really wants the nickname Stinky forever engraved on something? For clarification, that is Allie's friend's nickname, not Allie's. Her nickname is Dingy, if you didn't know. That's for another time.
It is Friday and that means Friday Five. This week, let's see what your five favorite memories surrounding learning to drive was... Here are mine.
1. I got to drive with Mr. Van de Grift. He was and still is cool! If you made a mistake he would hit you with his pencil. Luckily, I don't remember getting hit with one.
2. My dad would not help teach me to drive. It made him really, really nervous. I always thought that was funny.
3. I learned to drive in a Jeep Wagoneer. I am a small person (5' 2"), so that vehicle made me feel really tall.
4. The school taught the drivers ed class. I went every Saturday AM for like 6 or 8 weeks. What an eclectic group we were!
5. When I took my driver's test, I wasn't sure I passed. The instructor told me he would like me to have more time behind the wheel, but congratulations...you passed! I would have never lived it down if I had not passed.
The kids were dreaming, I mean, looking at the packet this morning, saying, "I am going to get this stone, and my friend and I want to have our nicknames engraved on the inside." Okay, but who really wants the nickname Stinky forever engraved on something? For clarification, that is Allie's friend's nickname, not Allie's. Her nickname is Dingy, if you didn't know. That's for another time.
It is Friday and that means Friday Five. This week, let's see what your five favorite memories surrounding learning to drive was... Here are mine.
1. I got to drive with Mr. Van de Grift. He was and still is cool! If you made a mistake he would hit you with his pencil. Luckily, I don't remember getting hit with one.
2. My dad would not help teach me to drive. It made him really, really nervous. I always thought that was funny.
3. I learned to drive in a Jeep Wagoneer. I am a small person (5' 2"), so that vehicle made me feel really tall.
4. The school taught the drivers ed class. I went every Saturday AM for like 6 or 8 weeks. What an eclectic group we were!
5. When I took my driver's test, I wasn't sure I passed. The instructor told me he would like me to have more time behind the wheel, but congratulations...you passed! I would have never lived it down if I had not passed.
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