Perfect meme for my last post:
Yes, this can be a problem. Ha!
Never trust a big butt and a smile…
O M G… I needed a good laugh. I am sitting at work just chillin’ in the break room before I go home. I hear the grill person talking about some music he was listening to yesterday– he sings this old jam… “That girl is poison…”
That really surprised me and I say, “That’s old! That was out when I was a teen!” Then I had to play the video on my computer. Hilarious, these kids jamming to music from before they were born (the song is from 1990)…my one co-worker tells me he was born in 1990. I can imagine the other one is around the same age.
“Poison” by Bel Biv Devoe
That line “Never trust a big butt and a smile” cracks me up. The song made me take a trip down memory lane so next I had to play “Humpy Dance”:
Which made me think of Sir Mix A Lot’s “Baby Got Back”….
Then my co-worker peaks in the break room and says, “Play some Vanilla Ice!” and then “Next is ‘Hammertime’!”
Oh my…
The dancing! The lyrics! The BUTTS! Those PANTS!
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…. And I wasted an hour, LOL.
And He’s Off…
My husband and I saw my stepson off to boot camp today. He was sworn into the Navy this morning and boarded a bus to where he will be training– about 5 hours away from us in another state. On the whole I would have to say I am excited for him and proud. I was only a little sad today. I feel like he is ready though.
I started to cry a little bit at the ceremony and as we said our goodbyes but I gave myself a mental slap so I wouldn’t become a blubbering idiot– not good for the kid (he will always be a kid to me) to see that. I told myself to straighten up and it is always comforting to hide behind a camera. 😉 I had my tears yesterday after I dropped him off at the recruiters office (so they could take him to get ready to go to boot camp); As I did a little grocery shopping I cried and hoped that no one noticed. I thought about all the time that has passed, the little boy I met years ago. How can it be that he is 18 already? And that he is moving away?
But then I had to collect myself because I’m one tough broad, ha… I am truly happy and excited for my stepson too. He is doing something that he wants to do, something good for his future. It will be an adventure! I kind of envy him. With so many changes happening in my life over the past 16 months or so, this is one of the more positive situations I have had to deal with. No need to get all silly and maudlin about over it. Of course one must acknowledge one’s emotions…but one must manage them too, even if they are a mixed up mess. Ha. I try.
It helped that my husband and I got to see our son before he left, and even that he lived with us these last months. We had dinner with the kid last night, had a few laughs. It was great to see him off today. Now I can’t wait to see him in his uniform and can’t wait to find out where he will be going.
Feeling kind of sad…
My stepson is leaving for boot camp tomorrow. I was laying in my bed about to go to sleep when I started feeling kind of sad about it and bad for him. It was my husband’s fault. First he woke me up when he came to bed, then he mentioned that the kid was “a bundle of nerves”.
I started thinking about how I would feel if I were leaving home for the first time– and I mean for an extended period of time. I would feel pretty scared. I never really did leave home, go out on my own…okay, maybe for a few months but that is all. I lived with a friend but I was only an hour away from my parents– I still felt pretty homesick. The only thing that saved me was I made my room at my friend’s apartment into a little haven for me but there were times when I was scared and lonely. I can’t imagine going somewhere totally unfamiliar to me. A place that I don’t have control over my space and among a whole set of people I do not know…to have people telling me what to do all day long, to live among strangers in a strange place, and not even be able to get relief with visits home. There is no comfort there.
I didn’t think too much about it before. I thought my stepson wouldn’t really be fazed by anything because joining the military was what he really wanted but now I am not sure; I am worried. I think he will be okay but it is going to be a major adjustment for him. I see how this experience will help him grow, but I also see how it will challenge him. I hope he is ready because even though he is 18 I still see a boy not quite ready to be a man. Oh he wants the responsibilities and the privileges of being a man but he doesn’t seem ready to pay the cost or deal with the some of the downside that goes along with being an adult. Hell, he doesn’t even realize all that adulthood entails. Aren’t we all fools in that way when we are 18? It is hard to explain…perhaps I see him as still wanting to be protected and sheltered but he doesn’t yet realize (not fully) that as an adult you are on your own. This makes me sad…not that he doesn’t realize it but that he soon will. He will have to grow up whether or not he is ready and whether or not I am ready to accept it. I have never really seen the value in growing up too much, or growing all the way up. But that is me– just call me Petra Pan.
Of course, I want to protect and shelter him so I have to deal with that. I have felt bad, and all mixed up lately because I have been going back and forth between wanting to protect but then trying to let go. I feel bad about the times I let go…I should have done more, said more, tried harder, been a better stepmother (like I was able to much in the first place! HA), whatever and etc… I have been feeling guilty over letting go, letting him make his own mistakes and grow. But has he learned, is he ready? I don’t know and all this tentative uncertainty is hard, very hard.
I have felt I have been too cold, too disengaged, especially about him leaving. In this, I suppose I am protecting myself. I was detached and focused too much on myself lately– until tonight. Now what is there to do or say but to let him go and hope that it will be okay.
Trashy News…
Okay, I had to look at this one:
“Inappropriate Wedding Dresses: Say ‘I Do’ To Way Too Much Skin”
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/09/28/weird-wedding-dresses_n_1924041.html#slide=more253610
I don’t know why some women want to look like a hoochie momma on their wedding day…save that look for the honeymoon!
And in sad trashy news:
“Lottery winner who still took food stamps found dead of possible drug overdose”
I am not sad that she died, just sad that she won the lotto. I’m not right! But really, why do people like this woman (trashy, shifty & dishonest, on drugs) win the lotto and people like me (hard-working and decent) don’t? Oh yeah, maybe I need to play the lotto. Grrr.
And just for fun…
This:
“More nude photos of Duchess Kate surface”
led me to this:
“Prince Harry Naked Photos: Palace Won’t Complain Over Sun Publication”
and made me google search ‘Prince Harry naked’, LOL:
http://thedailyshift.com/2012/08/22/prince-harrys-crown-jewels-on-display-in-las-vegas-with-naked-pictures/
New Adventure?
Ha HA! I have found a new adventure for me and my husband to pursue:
(Photo from MLive article)
Looks and sounds awesome fun. The only thing is the plane better offer more than a ‘privacy curtain’. LOL
…Just hope we don’t crash but a little turbulence might be fun.
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