Vida Loca

No. Not the dog. The man child. ~sigh~ Do you see? Do you? Not my baby boy anymore.

17.years.old. Shelley, did you see that? 17.years.old. How? When? Did I blink? Yes, I think I must have. So, 17. I can't wrap my head around that number. My first. Our first actually. Chuck has never had the experience of living with a teen age boy, other than himself. And YOU KNOW he was a pain in the butt, just ask his Mum. =) We have seen him go from quiet, shy to full of attitude and himself. The world revolves around him. At least in his head it does. =) I made so so many mistakes with you baby boy, but you and I grew up together. Can I just say that I hate that you are 17? There, I said it. I hate it. Where is my little boy? The one that would hide behind my legs when meeting someone new, the one that refused to walk because he knew I would carry him where ever he wanted to go? Oh I see you hiding in there, in the man that you are becoming. You aren't perfect, by any means. If you were, you wouldn't be mine, but I love you. We love you. You have had an extremely tough year but here you are. Happy Birthday, Sweetie.

Love~
Mom and Dad

Posted by Chuck at 08:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

So, let me set up the scene okay?

Chuck has a Mac. Even I, a straight PC gal, think his computer is a bad ass. Seriously. It is a bad ass computer. That being said, I have an HP. I like my little HP. It used to be his that he bought to play a game. Yes, my husband, pre marriage days, bought a computer simply because he wanted a game that would only run on a PC. Ok, I'm over it. =)

So, the 16 year old and I share my PC. Fine, whatever right? We both love playing Di@blo II. He checks his email, yaks on A1M, and checks out his buddies on My Sp@ce. Again, whatever. But then at Christmas he got a laptop from my sister. It was hers when she was in college etc. Within a month and a half he had that sucker so infected with virii that we still haven't fixed it and believe me I have tried. Short of wiping it. Which I am going to end up doing. So, after the lecture of some sites are bad even if they do say free games, blah blah blah etc, ::::You are wondering where this is going huh?::: he started puttering around on my computer. Fine whatever right? WRONG. This morning I logged into my computer and it won't let me do diddly squat. I can't get into the folders ON the computer, I can open a browser but within two minutes the whole system freezes. Needless to say I am a wee bit pissed. There I said it, I am pissed. Livid to be exact. I am thinking eternal servitude here. I can already hear the excuses.

Skipping to another topic altogether, there are ALWAYS excuses. Nothing is EVER his fault. GAH. This teen angst is hard and it's ticking me off. He argues about every freaking thing, yet wants us to bend over backwards to kiss his butt. Uh, yah right. Everything with him is gimme gimme gimme and he deoesn't seem to think that is a problem. I know, he is 16, he is supposed to be self centered, but dang I think he takes it to the extreme. You ask him to do something?? All you get back is back talk and attitude. I'm thinking military boot camp. ~evil grin~

Bah, I am just irritated. I can't use my computer, have to use Chuck's which has none of my bookmarks and what not. Email everything. And the arguement he tossed at me this morning when he was asked to do one simple thing just GAH! I know I know, he is a teenager, this is how they are. But dang it, that doesn't make it any easier when having to deal with it.

So? What are you doing with your weekend? I am going to hopefully get the front gardens cleaned up and looking pretty. =) Happy Weekend!

PS~two nights ago I paid 2.96 for gas, last night coming home from work it was at 3.01 ~shaking head~ Outrageous.

Posted by Laura at 01:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)