Worldly Wise

Son isn't particularly keen to familiarise himself with the location of countries worldwide. His lame excuse is, 'I'm not going to visit all of them'. Sigh, why is it so difficult for him to see that it's good to know a little bit of something in the world.

A huge atlas in the study room serves more as an ornamental piece and it usually takes a huge amount of coaxing to convince Son to just 'enjoy' the colourful land display and exotic names.

I was at my wits' end, thus, turned to trusty computer for help. I stumbled upon Lilly, barely 2 years old, whose world map is her plaything! Watch, it will surely make your jaw drop!


                   

Creative Money

Son is still looking for ways to make money and his quest has taken him far and wide. He is eternally grateful that money can be made in cyberspace, hence, he needn't slog over washing cars, cutting grass...... basically, dreary (his opinion!) house chores to get the extras!

He is now digging into the deep recess of  his creativity side for ideas to create t-shirts for sale. Check out this website and give it a try, no capital required.

http://www.cafepress.com/
                                                                                                                                                                                   

Holey Ear

Daughter and I adore earrings and between us, we have amassed a vast colourful collection. Earrings are girls' rightful beauty accessory and I am of the opinion that earrings should only accessorize the female gender, period. (Let's not get into a debate about the tribal people).

So you can imagine my horrors and momentary cardiac arrest when son casually dropped hints about piercing his ears. All hell broke loose inside of me yet I willed myself to stay composed and arranged my face to show calm. However, he must have sensed the fury in me, as he quickly added, 'only 1 ear.' Huh! as if one less qualify him pronto!

'It's cool, mom, my friend has one on the left ear, I'll pay with my allowance.......' To every 'no' from me, his reasoning turned more theatrical and absurd! Sensing no solution at hand, I feigned resignation.'Ok, ok, you can have your ears pierced.' 'Awright mom!', Son thumped the air with his fist in delight. 'But, I'll do it for you at home!.' I tried hard to suppress my laughter, seeing son's bewildered and horrified look.

'We'll use great grandma's method.' I said with all finality. Son's face contorted into a painful grimace. 'No way man!, no way!' and he hurried out the room, almost running over sister. Phew! I know this topic is now obliterated from his mind.... well, at least for a while. Yeah!

Great grandma's method?
- Rub old ginger vigorously on the lobe to numb it,
- Thread a needle, then sterilize the needle end over fire,
- Ready, get set, thrust!
- Draw the thread over the pierced ear,
- Cut the thread to a short length to form a loop, tie firmly.

Voila! two pierced ears and all done from the comfort of your home!
                                                                                                          

    

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TRY AT YOUR OWN RISK! 

YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN ACTION!!

Faceless

You must be wondering why there aren't any pictures of Son and me. I did give a it a thought and frankly, am rather eager to post Son's dashing (ha,ha) looks and my perennial youthful (ahem) images.
                                                                                                                                                                     
This blog broadcasts his lifestyle and very intimate secrets that he'll never let on; but now all are laid bare for all to see/read in cyberspace. Son will never let this blog see the light of day (IF he knows of  this "clandestine" blog!). Moreover, it's never fun being the butt of jokes! That's right, all information in this blog isn't sanctioned by Son. Wink, wink.

Does that make me a bad mom? Of course not, all my pent-up frustration from having to deal with this new challenge of Son's teenage life is channeled here and it kinda soften the otherwise full blown affliction that he might have to endure.

Ok, ok, just a little peek then. 

Join the dots........                                                                                                                                                                   

A Seedy Misery

'Mom, what are these tiny things on my face?' Son's voice sounded urgent. I studied his face and noticed several white tiny bumps around both eye areas. Pimples? Nope, Son had the good fortune of inheriting my genes. No pimples ever populated my face, ergo, neither his.

These uninvited visitors are milia seeds. Whaat?

I know Son has been cleansing his face religiously but how he does it, hmm..... 'Tell me how you cleanse your face?'. 'Err... like you said, rub a little cleanser all over my face, rinse, wipe'.  Huh? Yes and no, but such brevity. 'Your eyes too?,' I am curious now. He opened his mouth, then thought better and closed it. Bingo! Case closed. Son knows jolly well to avoid cleansing around the eye area.

So those uninvited visitors aren't exactly gatecrashers.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Milia_big.png

To know more about the tiny terror, read http://beautifulwithbrains.com/2009/04/14/how-to-prevent-and-treat-milia-seeds/


P/S - Son is using a mild exfoliating cleanser which he is hoping and praying it's a miracle cure!

                                                                                                                                                                                            

D For Despicable, D For Discipline

We overhead the following conversation in a bookshop:

Mom A - "Are you sure you will read this comic? "
Teen B - "What man you mom, of course I'll read. You think I buy it for fun?"
Mom A - "You still have a few new ones not read yet"
Teen B - "When I have the time I'll read, you are worried I use your money is it?"
Mom A -"I think you should finish the ones at home first before buying new ones".

Teen B threw the comic book down hard, starred at his mom in disgust and stormed off in a huff. I sneaked a peek at Mom A. She was utterly embarrassed and hastily walked after her son. My heart went out to her for being humiliated publicly.


Son who also heard the hullabaloo was amused at Teen B's antics. He then turned to me, smiled innocently, said "Mom, if  I talk to you like that I'll get 'it' right!". What a surprise! All the years of discipline has actually taken root in him and he's conscious of repercussions should he cross the ethics line. Phew!  I floated out of  the bookshop a proud mom......!                                                                                                                                                                    
 
                                                        

A Son's Goodbye Letter

A father passing by his son’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, “Dad.” With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands.

“Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I’ve been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am. But it’s not only the passion, Dad! She’s pregnant! Stacy said that we will be very happy. 

She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. 

In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!! Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15, and I know how to take care of myself.  Someday, I’m sure we’ll be back to visit, so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Love, your son,

David

Heart wrenching, abhorrent, disgusting, yucky - I guess these are the opinions most have formed. What a son, how did the parents raise him? Tsk, tsk..... bad parents, bad son.

Hold your horses! Before you continue spewing expletives at the family, read on ....


                                                           

P.S. Dad, None of the above is true. I’m over at Tommy’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that’s in my center desk drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.”

Ha, ha. After you have stopped laughing, reread and consider the message, it's thought provoking and can come about in real life to any teen or ....... is it already happening? You know I'm not referring to the report card.
                                                                                                                                                                 
(Article taken from : pleasestoptherollercoaster.com/blog/category/jokes-humor/)