Generation Idiot

My whole life I’ve been identified as Generation X.  My generation is also known as the 13th Generation or Baby Busters as we are typically the children of the Baby Boomers.  My parents were of the Silent Generation or also known as the Lucky Few.  Most people who fought in the Vietnam or Korean War were from my parents generation.  I am raising my son in Generation Z, also known as the Internet Generation or as I call it, Generation Idiot.

If you are familiar with Generation Idiot you know that this generation has no concept of time management, believe they should be recognized for simply participating instead of their achievements and have a false sense of entitlement.  They seem to have the idea that they need to be entertained constantly.  They can take school in a class room, online or at home.  They spend more time on their phone than they do talking to someone face to face.  Even their friends who are sitting right next to them!!  As I have been trying to raise my son in this generation, I have been trying to instill in him the value of time, the value of keeping score and winning and losing correctly I am literally blown away by how frustrated I get with this general attitude of his generation.  I want to strangle him and make him realize how lucky and blessed he is to have so many opportunities.

While I’m doing everything I can to, as Barney Fife would say, “nip it in the bud”, I can only do so much.  Generation Idiot has no idea how to do math in their head, write a letter, address an envelope, or look at an atlas.  Who needs to memorize where to drive when they can just pull up Google Maps every dang time on their phone?  Who needs to learn how to tell time on a clock when they just need to unlock their phone?  Who needs to learn how to calculate a tip in your head when there’s an app for that?

This weekend we spent a day at my friend Lynn’s pool.  Lynn has a house on Keystone Lake and her view from her pool is pretty amazing.  I didn’t even know what an infinity pool was until I swam in one at Lynn’s house.  We made sure to invite the girlfriend to come along so the kiddo had someone his own age to talk too and hang out with.  They swam and looked to be having a pretty good time.   About an hour there, the kiddo decides to text me and say, ‘hey we are bored.  what can we do?’  This, of course, appalls me.  When I was 16…to be able to take Jason and go to a pool for the day was a GREAT day.  I didn’t waste time being bored or wondering what else there was to do.  We would have enjoyed ourselves.  A little later I told him that he was at a house with a pool and that he and the girlfriend in no way were bored.  In what world is spending time outside with a beautiful pool, a great view, free food and your girlfriend BORING?

*sigh*

God grant me the patience to raise this Generation Idiot child!

“Don’t Touch Me in the Mornings”

I learned a long time ago that no matter what kind of a parent I am, my son will always remember the part of me I don’t want him too.  I’ve accepted the fact that every parent scars their child and most of us should have had counseling when we turned adults.  I could be the perfect Christian mom and some how, some way my good intentions will end up out the window.  These are things I’ve accepted.  I deserve the Mother of the Year award – every year – with these types of recognition of my shortcomings.   Yet this last week of my son’s sophomore year I realize just how much like me my son is and wish I had someone else to blame…
Now before I am judged and stoned, let me explain.  I am not and never will be a morning person.  This is a trait my Mama passed on to my son.  I’m not going to draw you a family tree but suffice it to say my adopted son is JUST like me through traits that were passed down through the family line.  Weird things, like having to have your hands clean at all times or needing the last word of an argument, but I digress.  My son has inherited this trait as well.  He is not a morning person.  Oh he’s learned to get up on time and function like a normal person (we live with the world’s biggest morning person so we have had to adapt) but neither of us are chatty, lovey dovey or particularly pleasant in the morning.  So when this particular incident happened, it both scared me and made me laugh all at the same time!
He was, as is the normal now, critiquing my driving skills and made a goof ball joke that cracked me up.  He was also eating a muffin as we were on our way to school.  I reached up to pat his shoulder because it really was a funny joke (don’t tell him this, but he’s the funniest person I know) and you would have thought my hand was a hot branding iron.  “Don’t touch me in the mornings!” he all but screamed.  Luckily I was at a stop sign so I looked over at him…thinking what the heck just happened…I mean that’s how I feel before I am awake, but I’ve never said it quite like that before.  He quickly backtracked because he knew he had been rude.  “I’m sorry can you please not touch me when I’m eating?”  I quickly said, “no problemo kiddo” and he turned the whole thing into yet another joke by saying, “I’m like a dog, don’t mess with me when I’m eating” to which I laughed at but deep down I was freaking out because I know he’s more like me than he will ever want to admit.
Unless I seek you out (and it has to be a good 10:30-11 before my brain is fully functional), don’t be touching me!  Under any circumstances.  I don’t want to cuddle.  I don’t want a hug.  I don’t want to hold your hand.  I am angry that my sleep has been interrupted. I’m not mad at you, but at the world. My poor hubby…he’s learned over the years and now if he has to wake me up does so by touching my leg through the covers because I’ve been so grumpy to him about it.  When I have to go wake the son up, I try and do the same thing…leg, through the covers, and it tends to be better than trying to touch his shoulder.  I don’t know why we are like this…we just are…and I would love to ask my Mama, God rest her soul, if she was the same way.
What a legacy I get to leave my soon to be junior…Just. Don’t. Freaking. Touch. Me. In. The. Mornings!

about to be a junior!

Yep, sign me up for Mother of the Year!

WGS & Mom’s Trip to Indiana

The smelly 15 year old person who lives in my house and I went to the frozen tundra that is Indiana for his Spring Break.  What we were thinking, I’ll never know.  But it allowed us time with some very special people most of whom I consider family.

Friends are family we choose for ourselves.

Tony & Shannon came to get us at the airport!

Tony & Shannon came to get us at the airport!

My old neighborhood...look at the snow!

My old neighborhood…look at the snow!

Our old house

Our old house

Our old house...shocking how it's no longer "home"

Our old house…shocking how it’s no longer “home”

Hacienda!!

Hacienda!!

Infamous chips, salsa & CCQ

Infamous chips, salsa & CCQ

Essenhaus with my sisters, Amy & Karen

Essenhaus with my sisters, Amy & Karen

My sisters, Amy & Karen

My sisters, Amy & Karen

The one thing that Indiana does better than Oklahoma - McDonald's Coke

The one thing that Indiana does better than Oklahoma – McDonald’s Coke

Jay & Bumpy

Jay & Bumpy

Kiesha after Jay grabbed her...she didn't want her picture taken with him since he's taller than her now.

Kiesha after Jay grabbed her…she didn’t want her picture taken with him since he’s taller than her now.

Kiesha, Jay, Logan & Ally

Kiesha, Jay, Logan & Ally

The snow & the gray...the reason we left Indiana!

The snow & the gray…the reason we left Indiana!

Housley Girls Night Out - me, Savannah, Taba & Kiesha (Kiesha's first GNO)

Housley Girls Night Out – me, Savannah, Taba & Kiesha (Kiesha’s first GNO)

Housley Girls Night Out - Nancy

Housley Girls Night Out – Nancy

Hacienda's Bar Nachos

Hacienda’s Bar Nachos

Anna & Aunt Jenny

Anna & Aunt Jenny

Anna & Aunt Jenny

Anna & Aunt Jenny

Alex & Aunt Jenny

Alex & Aunt Jenny

Alex & Aunt Jenny

Alex & Aunt Jenny

Kyrah & Aunt Jenny

Kyrah & Aunt Jenny

Me & the girls

Me & the girls

Cordelia Grace's "mean" face

Cordelia Grace’s “mean” face

Cordy & Aunt Jen

Cordy & Aunt Jen

Hanging at the Old People's House

Hanging at the Old People’s House

Bekah & Jay

Bekah & Jay

Jon, Jay & Jeaniki

Jon, Jay & Jeaniki

Jeanica's Sweet 16 Birthday

Jeanica’s Sweet 16 Birthday

Me & Jeaniki

Me & Jeaniki

Me & Jeaniki...check out that tongue!

Me & Jeaniki…check out that tongue!

Aunt Jen can still "hold" Jay

Aunt Jen can still “hold” Jay

Justice, Jay & Aunt Jen

Justice, Jay & Aunt Jen

Joce, Jay, Justice

Joce, Jay, Justice

Joce & Jay...he finally is taller than she is!

Joce & Jay…he finally is taller than she is!

Rob Manthey, Rob Luter, Phats Xayamath, Jay

Rob Manthey, Rob Luter, Phats Xayamath, Jay

Me & my engineering guys

Me & my engineering guys

Two of my favorite women, Nana Liz & Grandma Barb

Two of my favorite women, Nana Liz & Grandma Barb

me & my sister, Laurita

me & my sister, Laurita

Grandma Barb, Jay & Nana Liz

Grandma Barb, Jay & Nana Liz

Shane, Jay, Skylar, Laurita

Shane, Jay, Skylar, Laurita

Shane, me, Skylar & Laurita

Shane, me, Skylar & Laurita

Grandpa Bob, Jay & Grandma Barb

Grandpa Bob, Jay & Grandma Barb

 What an amazing time of seeing people who mean the most to us – family!

WGS goes to Camp

So my cute, adorable blessing from God, who used to have to sleep with me every morning before he would even consider getting out of bed is at that wonderful stage where he doesn’t want to hang out with the World’s Greatest Mom (ME)!  I know for some of you it’s a hard stretch to understand why this adorable teenager doesn’t want to “hang” with his Momma.  But alas, the most recent event of this strange happening (him becoming a MANLY man), was a trip with the AFJROTC to Survival Leadership Camp.  I learned about his many adventures when he comes back home, of course…because if the World’s Greatest Mom knew about some of the things he would have been doing, I’m sure she would have even more grey hair!  Training missions, night time reconnaissance missions, water physical training and the like were all things he described in detail to me after he returned home.  Now it’s hard for me to imagine that the little boy who wouldn’t even play on the jungle gym without me would do all these things, but yet he assures me he did.  Not only that, the Colonel said everyone passed with flying colors…which of course means WGS did too!  While I’m still struggling with the whole “I don’t wanna hang out with you and pick out purses, Mom” syndrome, I am bursting with pride because my not so little guy is becoming a very independent and capable young man.

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I remember when he was oh so little and squirmy and held onto my finger for dear life.  Now, he is taller than me and can hardly even be in the same room with me without getting mad at me.  It’s amazing what 14 years will do…LOL

Boys, I’m starting to learn, are smelly, have strange sense of humors and prefer to play video games rather than speak to others in the house.  They want to eat at odd times (I hear the door to the bedroom open at 11:30ish sometimes) and are NEVER full.  They want all the benefits of being 14 and responsible yet tend to “blank out” at the most opportune times.  They want the cash for doing their chores yet seem to always “forget” to do them.

Yet, when the same smelly, mouthy, hungry boy looks at me and laughs at a joke I made, gives me a real hug or kisses me on the cheek, there is a glimpse of the little boy who thought I hung the moon.  Those are the moments that make everything else worthwhile.

Breaking the Bank!

1st Grading Period of 8th Grade

The first grading period of the 8th grade is upon us and the World’s Greatest 8th Grader didn’t disappoint – unless you call getting an A- a disappointment. I now owe him $49 because for every “A”, he gets $7. At least this is fairly cheap…next year begins the $10 per every “A” he gets. I would rather be poor with a smart kid, than rich with one who didn’t apply himself. Did I mention how proud I am of my World’s Greatest 8th Grader? I’m not sure there are enough words…

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Wasn’t it just a few days ago that I put this little boy on the bus to kindergarten?  I remember as if it was simply last week.  I took the day off work, put him on the bus and spent about 2 hours crying and crying out to God to protect my baby.  I read about Hannah and her dedication to give Samuel to the Lord.  These words were a comfort to me.  I’ve let this little boy go to Oklahoma (multiple times) and Texas before he was 5…I should surely be able to trust the Lord to take him a couple miles down the road, right?

I would love to say that I spent each day of his consecutive grades in that much prayer – but I haven’t.  I have tried to pray with him the first day of each new school year.  But to think that I’ve done that 9 times already?  Really?

So now he’s the World’s Greatest 8th Grader…at his last year at Pierre Moran Middle School.  And I simply refuse to acknowledge what comes after that…for now, he’s my little 8th grader…

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