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Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes

Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

Having the kids home for the summer equals a raucous, joyous, LOUD, party with your best friends.  Parties are hilarious, and spontaneous, and make for great memories.  They also cause you to stay up too late and make a mess in your house.  But, who cares, right?  The party is so worth it.

Having kids leave after the summer equals easing into the hammock with a tall iced tea and a book that’s tough to put down.  No mess, no noise, and a good excuse for a nap.

Both are wonderful.

Bud moved first.  Not back to school, but into his own place.  The good news here is that he is close by and we will see him often.  The bad news is… give me a minute here.  Um, the bad news is… oh, look, SQUIRREL!

Oh, heck, we’re going to miss the guy.  But, we’re just so proud of what he’s accomplished, and it doesn’t hurt that he is now completely self sufficient and has a totally cool 55″ TV that we can go drool over anytime we like.  I knight thee HULKAVISION.

And, most importantly, Bud has a Wii.  I have a Wii.  He has Mario Kart.  I just bought my own copy of Mario Kart, my dear Mario Kart.  Bud may have escaped the family home, but he cannot escape my Mario Kart obsession.  Sorry, dude, you can take the boy out of the family home, but you can’t take the Mario Kart obsession and network connection out of the Mom.  Or something like that.

BTW, here’s a quick shout out to everyone who has helped Bud get his new place ready.  DustMeister was invaluable helping move and putting things together (read:  the  ALL IMPORTANT entertainment center, holder of the HULKAVISION.  And, Singing Sally is Bud’s own personal Martha Stewart.  Were Bud to be left to his own decorating devices, his living room would consist of plastic tubs, a duct taped office chair, a lava lamp, and the HULKAVISION.

Oh, hey, I recall someone else moved out too.  Look, thanks to AUBS and DustMeister (that guy’s making himself valuable – I suspect he wants something), Magoo has a new home too:

Quick story.  DustMeister was in charge of setting up Magoo’s computer and speakers.  He immediately went about installing all security updates on her laptop.  She immediately went about yelling at him for doing so.  I totally had his back and explained installing updates was THE SMART THING TO DO.

Two days later, her laptop blew up completely and even though Windows would not boot, it was nice enough to explain to her that it refused to ever work again because of a recently installed SECURITY UPDATE.   I hate it when non-nerds are “proven” right when they are so OBVIOUSLY WRONG.

But, we nerds can have our sweet final laugh.

With the help of a kind neighbor geek of Magoo’s, her laptop was repaired last night.  Yet, she called me this morning saying her wired Internet connection still wasn’t working.  I explained to her she’d have to ask kind-geek-neighbor to help her again, and that he’d probably need to install a wired network card driver, blah, blah, blah.

Here is a text conversation Magoo and I had tonight:

Magoo:  ”COMPUTER IS ALIVE”

Me:  ”Yay!  What did you do?”

Magoo:  ”Erick came over and clicked the Internet button and it worked.  And then I yelled at him for a while.”

Me:  ”Oh dear, somewhere out there is a geeky girl born on your birthday at the same hospital you were born at who is missing her real parents.”

Magoo:  ”Oh, shut up.  It seriously didn’t work for me.”

Me:  ”Uh huh.”

SweetGuy and I LOVED this summer.  And, we are sorry it has come to an end.  But, we shall console ourselves with a tall iced tea and a nap amidst our sorry.

nap tractor beam

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

… it sucked her right in.

Once the nap tractor beam has you in its grips, there is no escape.  So why even try.

There we were, the two of us (and the cat) discussing the copious list of things she needed to get done on Sunday in order to get ready for her fast approaching trip to work at a camp on Chesapeake Bay.  The list was long, and the time was short.

Soon, she looked at me and said “The absolute only thing I can think about at this moment is a nap.”

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt-snaaaaaaaaap.   Tractor beam engaged.

She toppled over and was out of it.

I know better than to try to fight her naps.  It’s best to give in, because eventually they always triumph.  So I went back to painting the gazebo and taking a few pictures.

Yes, I positioned the ladder above her and took a picture.  She has no idea I did this.  If napping were an Olympic sport, we’d all be rich off this girl’s endorsements.

Magoofball is 19

Thursday, June 17th, 2010

Can I let you all in on a little secret?

Well, kind of two secrets.  The first is that I’m darned proud of how Magoo has handled this summer.  She originally had hopes of spending her summer in two different, much more glamorous ways.  But, as life happens sometimes, she was left with her “if all else fails” choice.  It’s a good problem to have, as she thankfully has employment, unlike many others in this here world.

But her employment is anything but glamorous.  Up by the crack of an early dawn for ten hour days in steel-toed boots with earplugs, safety glasses,  and gloves.  No air-conditioning.  No sitting down.   Working with few people for whom English is a first language.  Nope, it’s not glamorous.  She comes home exhausted.  Then, collapses in front of her laptop for a few minutes of zoning.  By the time dinner rolls around a little later, she’s coming out of her fog and ready to regale us with stories of her day.

The stories.  They all involve males.

Did I mention she works with LOTS of males?  And, apparently a young female in their midst is a rare sighting.  So, let me tell you, she gets attention.  Dozens have introduced themselves and asked her everything from what are her hobbies, to if she parties, requesting her phone number and dates, and even one gentlemen went out of his way to tell her in broken English, ”Every Time I see you, my heart goes thump-thump-thump.” 

Let me say now that I’m very glad SweetGuy works nearby in the office and makes a point of “checking on” Magoo a number of times a day.  He considered “checking on” her with shotgun in tow.  But, there are a few problems with that plan, not the least of which is he doesn’t own a shotgun.  By the end of her summer employment, he may need to.

I got a little long-winded there.  So, that was secret number one:  I’m proud of Magoo.

Secret number two is that today, on her birthday, SweetGuy has secretly arranged it with Magoo’s supervisor for her to be released four hours early from purgatory so we can go celebrate!  She, and her feet, will be mighty mighty happy.  It’ll be like receiving a mini-snow day as a birthday gift.

Magoo, let’s face it, you probably thought this birthday was going to suck, but you never complained once.  In all your Magoofballness which delights us to no end, you’ve become an incredibly impressive individual at 19.  Have the happiest of birthdays and always know that you are loved, loved, LOVED.

Beauty and the Dorks

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

In an effort to begin writing a few posts about the many exciting happenings of the last few weeks, I first turned to my camera SD card to jog my memory.

The beginning of the card contains pictures of beautiful Emmy on the way to her Senior Prom.  Singing Sally hijacked my camera to take photos, so I wasn’t present for the shoot. 

Emmy was absolutely stunning in her sleek, colorful dress and crazy 14 inch high orange shoes.

(FavoriteChild took her shopping for this dress.  Showoff.  Jerk.)

Emmy and her date and her friends looked totally smashing.

Hundreds of gorgeous pictures were snapped.

 

Little did I know that amongst the lovely pictures of all the prom-goers were these shots of TOTAL DORKS:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AUBS! and Magoo make lovely prom dates, do they not?

 

Nanni’s double-dork shoes lined up next to Emmy’s orange studded heels.  (These orange beauties are a very practical purchase.  She’ll be able to wear those EVERYWHERE.)

 

Hola!

 

I’d cry too, Mom.  I’d cry too.

 

Hot.

 

Hot?

No, not THAT!

Monday, April 26th, 2010

During yesterday’s lazy Sunday afternoon, SweetGuy and I perched at the kitchen island and delighted in Skyping Magoo for a few moments. (Tangent:  Isn’t it weird that “skyping” is a verb?  Sure, not officially, but unofficially most of you all know exactly what I mean by saying “skyping” – yet just a few years ago you all would have questioned what the heck I was talking about.)  Anyway, we hadn’t talked to Magoo in a week, and just thoroughly enjoyed catching up a little bit.

Some of the tidbits of conversation included hearing that she had slept a total of 14 hours Sunday thru Thursday.  Then, slept 13 hours Friday night in an attempt to catch up.  Balance is not her forte.

Also, she noted with gratitude that Bud kept her sane via Skype messaging during one particularly long night for the two of them studying.  Without being overly sappy, let me just say her comments were very heartwarming for a Mom to hear.  These kids of ours aren’t all bad.

But, the very best moment, by far, of the conversation came when I asked her about a young fellow who is a friend of hers at school.  They are just friends.  But, my always constant spidey-sense questioned whether there might, possibly, sort of, in a pinch, be a little something more.  Here is how she answered the question, in all seriousness and Magoo dramatics:

“I don’t think so.  You don’t understand.  He LOVES COMPUTERS AND SPORTS!”

SweetGuy and I, who happen to, oh, love computers and sports, just turned to each other, laughed hysterically, and declared we would both TOTALLY DATE HIM!

Daffodil face

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

Singing Sally and her family have a yard filled with THOUSANDS of daffodils.  They gave us this bouquet.

Daffodils.  Such a simple flower.  Yet, so perfectly colorful, and shaped, and hardy, and did I mention perfect?

Well, don’t let them fool you.  Evil lurks within these daffodils.

This evil has a name.

We call it MAGOO.

What is this face, you say?  This is the face I usually get when one of these things has happened:

  • I’ve complimented Bud.  And failed to compliment Magoo at the same time.
  • She’s been told she’s not allowed to nap today.
  • We’ve told her she has the most expressive faces.
  • Her gymnastics inability has been critiqued.
  • We explain SHE is the odd man out in this family because of her lack of geekiness.
  • Or any of a hundred other things can cause this face.

Including, in all likelihood, THIS POST.

 

Side note, we had an awesome Easter Saturday and I’ll have more posts to follow and maybe just a few pictures, seeing as I (literally) took 321 of them.

Disgust

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

It’s been a little while since I’ve done a Many Faces of Magoo post.  And, I feel a little bad writing one now.  The last post was about Magoo, and I like to spread the love a little bit more.  But, you have to make hay while the sun is shining.  And the sun was certainly shining last week when Singing Sally caught this not-so-lovely picture of us ice skating:

She HATES HATES HATES it when we show affection for each other.  And, so what do SweetGuy and I naturally do?  We use this knowledge to make her completely uncomfortable.  I swear to you she is not making that face up.  It contorts that way anytime we kiss.  And, look at the two of us.  We’re contorted around totally trying to catch her reaction.  Romantic?  No.  Funny?  Freaking hilarious.

I am going to set my alarm for 27 years from now and remind Magoo of her utter revulsion of the idea middle-agers might like to kiss every now and again.  Do you think she’ll have the same opinion?

Cookie Clones

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

So check out this cookie created at the cookie war:

 

Singing Sally spotted the cookie and came running over to Magoo to hold it up near her face and congratulate her on creating such an awesome self-portrait cookie.

 

Magoo wasn’t exactly pleased.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Magoo went onto emphatically explain that this cookie was NOT a self portrait.  In fact, it was a representation of her creepy teaching assistant, the guy with the pony tail always pulled off to the side.  The guy with the beady eyes who was way smart, and way strange.

 

 

 

 

 

 

But, Singing Sally was just not buying it,  “Look, Magoo, this cookie captures you perfectly, don’t you see?  Why not embrace it?”

 

 

 

 

 

“NO!” Magoo exploded with frustration.

“This is NOT me.  I am NOT buggy eyed, and creepy with weird pony-tailed hair pulled off to the side!”

Singing Sally glanced back and forth from cookie to Magoo, Magoo to cookie and managed a half-hearted “Well, if you say so…”

World, please say hello to Magoo’s cookie clone:

 

It’s a perfect likeness, is it not?

 

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Has anyone seen Magoo?

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

As a parent, I balance on a thin rope concerning how I feel about various aspects of my children’s lives.  For instance, on the one hand, I want Magoo to be happy and content at school. 

But, and I say this knowing it’s very selfish, I don’t want her to be SO happy and content that she abandons cares less about home (read: Mom).  

I try to give her space so she has the chance to fully invest herself in the college experience.  Thus, I don’t call often and I survive missing her by nibbling up the text or two we exchange every few days.

After texting her without response a number of times over a two day period, I got a little desperate.  Here is the sum total of our text conversation:

 

[Andi] Nov 6, 2009 9:57:25 PM:  Please respond y/n if you are alive.

[Magoo Mobile] Nov 6, 2009 9:58:03 PM:  y

 

Well, there you have it.   I think she’s adjusting.  Either that, or she’s been kidnapped and  tied up, yet risked life and limb to type her one character reply with her nose just so her Mama wouldn’t worry so much. 

That’s my Magoo.  She loves me THAT much.

Every post could be titled the same

Friday, June 5th, 2009

The title would be something along the lines of “Another thing I am going to miss.”

Pathetic, aren’t I?  For nearly every high school related event that has gone on over the past year, the same thought has swirled through my mind:   “This is the last time we’ll do this.”  Candidly, I was not always saddened by this thought.  Sometimes I was downright giddy.  I will not miss being required to attend a mandatory  pre-band camp meeting in which they say the same thing as they have said the last seven years one of my children attended band camp, for instance.

One activity that I will miss though is taking pictures before dances.  Sure, I love to look at the results over and over again.  But, I love the process just as much.  The kids are beautiful and giddy and usually just a little bit nervous (making it oh-so-easy to tease them).  And on those occassions where other parents get to join in too, it’s a delightful experience all around. 

So, here’s the last one of these moments.  And it might have just been the most fun to date:

The weather was gorgeous.  The girls looked so amazing in their jewel colored dresses.  The guys cleaned up nice.  There were double the number you see above of parents and siblings jostling for a good picture.  And there were a lot of laughs and great memories just in those few moments.

As the kids cleared out, it was EL’s Mom who fought back tears as she acknowledged this as the last of many, many times we had shared this ritual together.  Ironic I suppose that it is the very act of preserving these memories that has become a precious memory in and of itself. 

OK.  Let’s leave the profound and get onto something far more important.  THIS:

 

 

 

I love, love, love this picture.   The essence of Bud and Magoo right there.  Look at her face.  She has flashed this face at her brother a gazillion times, and as is the case above where he hijacked her picture, he usually deserved it.

I would say I would miss these moments too.  But, let’s face it, these moments are going NOWHERE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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