Saturday, August 30, 2008

Time Warp

Criminy! I have not posted in some time.

I think I was sucked into a time warp black hole vortex. It was August 4th, then there was a huge slurping sound, and now it is August 30th.


Funny how that works.

It has something to do with two teenagers returning home, resuming their busy, active lives, which include football and band and getting to and from football and band, never at the same time, and then starting school, which, thankfully this year, is in the same building. And Open House and Meet the Teachers and volunteering to help out with both football and band and attending football games and band half times. And laundering all of the clothes involved with all of these activities. And getting school supplies. And haircuts. And clothes. And shoes. And Fall term starting at work for me and all of a sudden having 160 freshmen, who all look alike and all have the same first names, to wow and motivate and inspire.


I am a little bit pooped at the moment.

It is a Saturday night, and my kids are off with their dad for the weekend. I am seriously contemplating a long, hot bath and a good book. And sleeping in.

Or maybe just a bath and sleeping in.

Or sleeping in the bath.

Glug, glug, glug….

Monday, August 04, 2008

Dancing Queen

If you want to know the best way to connect with your teenaged sons, download the soundtrack from Mamma Mia! onto their iTunes playlist.

How was I to know?

The boys were visiting their dad for the summer.

My grocery bills actually dipped below $250 a week.

What can I say?

I decided to splurge.

Bought myself an iPod. An iPod shuffle, granted. On sale. The only iPod I could afford.

Nevermind that both boys have iIPods and an iTunes library that is quite astonishing.

If you are a fifteen year old boy.

I mean, I scrolled through their entire playlist and found four – count them, four!!! – songs I “might” possibly download onto my new lavender iPod shuffle. If I were being banished to a desert island for life and was restricted to picking from their playlist. Or else silence.


I needed some tunes, baby! Some DANCE tunes!

Some serious dance tunes.

Some party tunes.

What better – I ask you? – than the soundtrack from the new movie musical Mamma Mia!?

I rest my case.

I played the songs for my younger son tonight after dinner. Loudly. Whilst I danced around the room, doing karaoke, and relieving all the stress from my no good, terrible, awful stressful day.

He was not impressed.

I did jumping jacks. I did arm swoops. I hopped up and down. Windmills. Hip blasters. You name it.

I told him this would be a GREAT workout for the football team!

To no avail.

His eyes were wide. He cringed in shock on my bed. His electric guitar grasped tightly in his arms as I switched from “Dancing Queen” to “Super Trouper” to “Mamma Mia” to “Take a Chance on Me.”

I was serenading, lip-synching, gyrating my hips, working up a sweat just for him. Him. Him. Him.

God damn, it felt good!

I should do that more often.

See that girl… Watch that scene…