Then there are the pictures that you want to save for entirely different reasons. Also from first grade, this picture screams "Save me! I will be evidence one day! And by the way, I'd lock your bedroom door at night if I were you!"
Monday, October 18, 2010
If Life Imitates Art, then what kind of life am I living???
I know that I can't keep every single piece of artwork that my kids create. I have three kids and only so much storage space. But there are certain pieces that scream "Save me! I will make you smile some day!" Like this picture my daughter did in first grade...it is a picture of her teacher, Mr. B, and herself walking into a sunset. Adorable, right?
Then there are the pictures that you want to save for entirely different reasons. Also from first grade, this picture screams "Save me! I will be evidence one day! And by the way, I'd lock your bedroom door at night if I were you!"
Then there are the pictures that you want to save for entirely different reasons. Also from first grade, this picture screams "Save me! I will be evidence one day! And by the way, I'd lock your bedroom door at night if I were you!"
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Everyone Lies
It's true. Little white lies, big obvious lies, lies of omission...we all do it or have done it. Some are good liars, some not so much. I'm not advocating it, but it is what it is. Human nature.
I was an excellent liar when I was a teenager. I think my high school friends (who better be following this blog by now) would agree - I was a quick and skillful liar and rarely got caught. (My husband was disturbed to hear this when we met. I promised him I would never lie to him and I have kept my word. Or have I? Muahahaha!)
I have come to realize that the apple has fallen far from the tree when it comes to my 16yr old son. I should probably be grateful for that, or maybe just chalk it up to kids being brain damaged until they are well into their twenties.
Anecdotal evidence: Today is a half day for the local high schools as the kids are taking PSATs. I texted my son this morning and asked him to please call or text me as soon as he gets out of school and let me know what his plans were. I didn't hear from him so around 1pm I called him. Here's how the conversation went:
Me: Hey boy. What time did you get out of school?
Him: Around 11am.
Me: Why didn't you text me. I sent you a message this morning asking you to text me right after school.
Him: Really? I never got your message. Plus, I told you last night what I was doing after school.
Me: **silence for several seconds**
Him: (laughing) Oh. Umm. I just forgot to text you. Sorry.
Brain damaged or stupid? You be the judge.
I was an excellent liar when I was a teenager. I think my high school friends (who better be following this blog by now) would agree - I was a quick and skillful liar and rarely got caught. (My husband was disturbed to hear this when we met. I promised him I would never lie to him and I have kept my word. Or have I? Muahahaha!)
I have come to realize that the apple has fallen far from the tree when it comes to my 16yr old son. I should probably be grateful for that, or maybe just chalk it up to kids being brain damaged until they are well into their twenties.
Anecdotal evidence: Today is a half day for the local high schools as the kids are taking PSATs. I texted my son this morning and asked him to please call or text me as soon as he gets out of school and let me know what his plans were. I didn't hear from him so around 1pm I called him. Here's how the conversation went:
Me: Hey boy. What time did you get out of school?
Him: Around 11am.
Me: Why didn't you text me. I sent you a message this morning asking you to text me right after school.
Him: Really? I never got your message. Plus, I told you last night what I was doing after school.
Me: **silence for several seconds**
Him: (laughing) Oh. Umm. I just forgot to text you. Sorry.
Brain damaged or stupid? You be the judge.
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