Funny that I wrote this blog last week and never posted it. This morning Nutella re-opened her blog and reminded me I had actually written something….might as well keep up with her (she’s so often my inspiration to do things…..read, blog, cry….).
One of the few pleasures (among the weeks of boredom) that comes with a summer of HH being gone on fires is that I get to relive the joys of sleepovers…..EVERY night!!! No I don’t invite all my “over 50” girlfriends to bring their jammies to my house. I just have one special friend…..my youngest daughter. She has made it her personal mission to keep me from being lonely (or getting any sleep before midnight) while her daddy’s gone. She sleeps with me.....each and every night..….let me tell you a queen sized bed is not NEARLY big enough to share with a 14 year old!
It amazes me that once we turn out the lights….or rather once I turn out the lights (she refuses to get up once her side of the bed is warm), she thinks of a million conversations we should have. There’s lots of laughing, cover snatching and “middle of the bed line-wars). As sleep deprived as I am, I enjoy this time immensely and I’m trying to store up these memories for the day when she goes off to college and I’m REALLY alone!
A couple of nights ago she was pretty entertained by the terms I used when I was a teenager:
One of the few pleasures (among the weeks of boredom) that comes with a summer of HH being gone on fires is that I get to relive the joys of sleepovers…..EVERY night!!! No I don’t invite all my “over 50” girlfriends to bring their jammies to my house. I just have one special friend…..my youngest daughter. She has made it her personal mission to keep me from being lonely (or getting any sleep before midnight) while her daddy’s gone. She sleeps with me.....each and every night..….let me tell you a queen sized bed is not NEARLY big enough to share with a 14 year old!
It amazes me that once we turn out the lights….or rather once I turn out the lights (she refuses to get up once her side of the bed is warm), she thinks of a million conversations we should have. There’s lots of laughing, cover snatching and “middle of the bed line-wars). As sleep deprived as I am, I enjoy this time immensely and I’m trying to store up these memories for the day when she goes off to college and I’m REALLY alone!
A couple of nights ago she was pretty entertained by the terms I used when I was a teenager:
-Cool: Obviously still in use and much the same meaning.
-Groovy: Yup we really did say that!
-Bush: Nothing to do with a President….just something we used to describe the “interesting” things in life i.e. “Wow, that dress is so bush!” Go Figure….
-Neat: Also still in use but mostly by tweens.
-Far Out: As in “Man, your room is so far out!”
-Tuff: Back then we didn’t have “Hot” guys, we had Tuff ones!
-Fuzz: Weird but we called policemen “the fuzz”….
-Oh guy: I don’t know why but this is what we said instead of “Oh gosh”
-Melvin: What we called the “dorks” "He's such a Melvin!"
-Boss: Wow he is so boss! (just another word for “Hot”)
Her conclusion? Mom, you were so totally retarded! (as in Mom, you are NOT Far Out!)
And this? My dream Hairstyle when I was in High School.....Boss, huh!!!
3 comments:
I hope I don't inspire you to cry often :(
I like to use peace...
as in
Peace Out! (Bye)
How sweet your sleepovers! Hold on to them! It was fun reviewing the slang...we never used "bush" or :oh guy" but how about 1. burn rubber (peel out)2. someone had cooties (they were yucky) 3. Let's boogie (gotta go)4. cruise the gut (drag main street 5. gnarly (big or hard or cool) 6. hang loose (chillin) 7. Cowabunga (a term of excitement) And, that was my hairstyle!
Awww... That was the best story! You are even more blessed because you recognize this wonderful gift you've been given. You are such a good mom and you have very often inspired me. Oh, and you get points for letting a 14-year-old climb into a queen-size bed with you. What complete and total bed hogs!!! :)
Love ya
B
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