Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
...was never like this when I was in high school, c'est la vie.
The assignment: write a commercial in French.
The product: this video by my son and his two classmates.
The gist: girl can't get guy until she is transformed via Jean Jean Sexy Wear.
Jean Jean (aka Jacob) also wrote the music for the jingle and played all the instruments. Très bien!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
One day his friend Brianna asked him to accompany her at the Black History Month celebration/competition at an area high school. His guitar playing got noticed by a gentleman in attendance, and the boy gave this man his name and phone number. Later the boy got a call and was asked to play at an upcoming Gospel Brunch at The House of Blues in Dallas. Oh, and by the way, BB King will be there later that day.
So, the boy is excited, his parents are proud and just purchased four tickets for The Gospel Brunch on May 31.
They don't even care if BB King is there or not.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Officer: We have a report of a missing person?
17-year-old son: Yeah. Our mom. Have you seen my keys? And when you find her, tell her we have like nothing to eat in this house.
Officer: Son, I have no idea where your keys are. Have you checked your jeans pocket?
14-year-old son: Hey, I need a ride to soccer practice.
Officer: Maybe if you help me locate your mom, she can take you?
14-year-old: Maybe, or I could just ride with you.
Officer (taking out a pad of paper): How about you tell me where you last saw her.
14-year-old: I dunno. Probably when she dropped me off at school.
Officer: Isn't it close enough for you to walk?
14-year-old: I guess. She doesn't mind driving me though.
Officer (noticing young girl tugging on his gun holster): Hey, don't touch that.
5-year-old daughter: Is that real? Can you shoot people like they do on Bones?
Officer: Yes, it's real and I only shoot people when I have to. Can you help me find your mom?
Officer (with pen poised above his tablet): What does she look like?
5-year-old: She's 66 inches tall and weighs 118 pounds. She has hazel eyes and brown hair.
Officer: Her eyes are hazel?
5-year-old: Yes, I look in them every day. I know what color they are.
Officer: Any idea where she might be?
5-year-old: She's always home, but you might find her eating lasagna and wearing purple. Please find her. She's very lovable.
Officer: I'll do my best.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
She taught me how to bake and even let me eat raw cookie dough and lick cake batter straight from the beaters. When I wanted to learn to decorate cakes, she stood by my side and encouraged me as I mastered new techniques.
I don’t remember her ever telling me that something was too hard or too messy or too much trouble for me to learn. Whatever I wanted—within reason—she made available to me. And it wasn’t the material things that come easier for me with my kids. She wasn’t able to buy me everything I wanted, but she provided everything I needed. And that was plenty.
Several pearls of wisdom she also imparted:
Don’t open someone else’s mail.
Just because someone asks you a question, doesn’t mean you have to answer it.
It’s not good to be boy-crazy.
Even though you can’t see the back of your hair, other people can.
It’s much better to give than to receive.
Knock before opening a closed door.
A good deed feels even better if you keep it to yourself.
Something broken can almost always be fixed.
If you can find a way to make it or do it yourself and spend less money, then do.
Never put in writing what you don’t want everyone to read.
You’re always prettier when you smile.
Never correct an adult in front of other people.
Less is better—in terms of makeup, accessories, etc.
It’s better to miss curfew than to drive recklessly to get home.
You’ll never know how much you are loved until you have kids of your own.
And now that I am a mother of three, I know what she means. The other day my daughter, who is nearly six, asked me what Grandma’s name is. I told her it is Marianne.
“Marianne?” she asked. “That’s such a pretty name! I think I’ll name my daughter that.”
I hope one day she does.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!