those of you who love to txt also recognize that txting has a language of it's own. new ways to spell words that are quicker, shorter, and phonetically based. using numbers and letters in place of words. dropping vowels.
the other day jim got a txt from tyson and attempting to read it, said out loud, "oh no, tyson knows how to speak txt". i read the message to him, and apparently this is all the lesson he thought he needed in this language of the 21st century. jim was now a pro. a day later i text him and this was his reply...
Ok w2hL Wme2day
i'd love to see if any of you can figure out this cryptic message... or if my abilities to understand him are a strange side effect of 16 years spent together. come on txt'ers... i kno u cn do it...
Showing posts with label overheard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label overheard. Show all posts
3.20.2008
3.17.2008
overheard...
was talking to my brother cory, age 16 and caught up in the business of "finding himself"... what an awkward age, honestly. we were discussing jealousy and he said... "i get jealous sometimes"... "why?" i asked...
"because i'm a jealous, impatient, angry person"
maybe it's terrible, but we laughed and laughed! i've never heard such a straight forward self-evaluation. cory is jealous, he's incrediby impatient, and at times angry. he's also funny, a hard worker, willing to help someone else out in a pinch, responsible, able to offer the hand of forgiveness, and very self-aware of his strengths and weaknesses. who of us would want to admit that we are jealous, impatient, and angry. he did. with the smile of self-awareness.
[i know i wouldn't! although at times i can be all three!]
"because i'm a jealous, impatient, angry person"
maybe it's terrible, but we laughed and laughed! i've never heard such a straight forward self-evaluation. cory is jealous, he's incrediby impatient, and at times angry. he's also funny, a hard worker, willing to help someone else out in a pinch, responsible, able to offer the hand of forgiveness, and very self-aware of his strengths and weaknesses. who of us would want to admit that we are jealous, impatient, and angry. he did. with the smile of self-awareness.
[i know i wouldn't! although at times i can be all three!]
3.03.2008
the birds and the bees... with zachary
tonight it happened. i have been prepared for months for tali to ask "the question". i had a response ready that i felt she would understand and accept. i believe in being honest with my children, not sugar-coating facts, using proper terminology... but doing so in a way that is on their level. i was fairly confident that i had made it to tali's level...
but it was not tali that asked me "the question". always full of surprises, it was our little man, zach. i don't know why i'm surprised... tali is like me, she just accepts things at face value (she's been satisfied with my explanation that "God puts them there" for years now). zach is our observer. the one sitting in the third row, studying everything going on, looking beyond the obvious to those nuances that so many of us miss. perhaps i should have known "the question" would come from him. but of course, i was too busy accepting things at face value and assuming my older child would clearly be the one to get "there" first.
in any case... it went something like this...
zach (picture here big brown eyes, mussed blonde curls, and a very earnest face): "mommy, how do babies get in girls bellies"
me (picture here a look of shock, a good bit of stammering, a deep breath, and eventual): "did brooke tell you to ask me that?" I know, mother-of-the-year... but I was sure he had asked brooke, who is OBVIOUSLY pregnant now and she had shoveled him off on me as any self-respecting aunt/babysitter would do.
zach: "no, i just was wondering"
me (thinking easy-way-out): "well, when a man and woman are in love, they get married, and God lets them have babies"
zach: "oooooooooooooooh"
me (that was easy!)
zach: "but HOW does the baby GET IN her belly?"
me (oh, not so easy): "well, God puts the baby in there and it's very small at first."
zach: "ooooooooooooooo000000h"
me (phew!)
zach: "but how does the little itsy bitsy tiny baby get IN there"
me (quick prayer inserted here): "well, you know how you have special parts that girls don't have?"
zach: "yes"
me: "what is that part?"
zach (pointing)
me: "right! and girls have a special part that boys don't have..."
zach: "yeah! BOOBS!" zach is more than a little obsessed with boobs. i will leave out the details, but here he filled me in on every observation he's ever made of them, including that little boys and girls have flat ones, daddies sometimes have flat ones and sometimes medium ones, and mommies have BIG ones that can feed babies.
me: "yes, their boobs are different but they have something else that is different"
zach (pointing again)
me: "right. and God made them so special that when boys and girls grow up to be men and women... and they are in love and married... they fit together in a special way and THAT'S how the baby gets in there".
zach: "ooooooooooOOOOoOOOOOOHHHhhhHH! i see. thank you mommy"
i honestly have no idea what he really thinks happens. i do not know if i pass or fail this test of parenting. but for the moment at least, he appears to be satisfied.
tell me, wouldn't you love to be there when he attempts to explain it to tali?
but it was not tali that asked me "the question". always full of surprises, it was our little man, zach. i don't know why i'm surprised... tali is like me, she just accepts things at face value (she's been satisfied with my explanation that "God puts them there" for years now). zach is our observer. the one sitting in the third row, studying everything going on, looking beyond the obvious to those nuances that so many of us miss. perhaps i should have known "the question" would come from him. but of course, i was too busy accepting things at face value and assuming my older child would clearly be the one to get "there" first.
in any case... it went something like this...
zach (picture here big brown eyes, mussed blonde curls, and a very earnest face): "mommy, how do babies get in girls bellies"
me (picture here a look of shock, a good bit of stammering, a deep breath, and eventual): "did brooke tell you to ask me that?" I know, mother-of-the-year... but I was sure he had asked brooke, who is OBVIOUSLY pregnant now and she had shoveled him off on me as any self-respecting aunt/babysitter would do.
zach: "no, i just was wondering"
me (thinking easy-way-out): "well, when a man and woman are in love, they get married, and God lets them have babies"
zach: "oooooooooooooooh"
me (that was easy!)
zach: "but HOW does the baby GET IN her belly?"
me (oh, not so easy): "well, God puts the baby in there and it's very small at first."
zach: "ooooooooooooooo000000h"
me (phew!)
zach: "but how does the little itsy bitsy tiny baby get IN there"
me (quick prayer inserted here): "well, you know how you have special parts that girls don't have?"
zach: "yes"
me: "what is that part?"
zach (pointing)
me: "right! and girls have a special part that boys don't have..."
zach: "yeah! BOOBS!" zach is more than a little obsessed with boobs. i will leave out the details, but here he filled me in on every observation he's ever made of them, including that little boys and girls have flat ones, daddies sometimes have flat ones and sometimes medium ones, and mommies have BIG ones that can feed babies.
me: "yes, their boobs are different but they have something else that is different"
zach (pointing again)
me: "right. and God made them so special that when boys and girls grow up to be men and women... and they are in love and married... they fit together in a special way and THAT'S how the baby gets in there".
zach: "ooooooooooOOOOoOOOOOOHHHhhhHH! i see. thank you mommy"
i honestly have no idea what he really thinks happens. i do not know if i pass or fail this test of parenting. but for the moment at least, he appears to be satisfied.
tell me, wouldn't you love to be there when he attempts to explain it to tali?
2.24.2008
overheard...
[check out that smile... a real ladies man, right... guess again]
Jim, sitting on the couch with Tali who has been under the weather all day sends Zach on several errands. First, find a hair brush. Zach is able to accomplish that with no help at all. Next, need some kleenex (not the Vicks kind, refer to post below). This task required only minimal assist in locating the correct kind of kleenex. Third, get the thermometer...
Jim: "It's right there on the shelf"
Zach looks around aimlessly.
Jim: "No, there next to you, look up a little"
Zach: "I not see it. Why do I hab to det eberything?"
Jim: "Because today you're my little slave boy, there... it's right by your hand"
Zach, finding the thermometer and taking it to daddy: "I'm not your slave... her is" pointing to me.
Jim: "Oh, yeah, right buddy."
Zach: "Well, her is your wife, her is your slave."
Our little comedian. Because that was obviously a joke.
2.23.2008
overheard...
Jim was sorting through some things this morning, as I listened from the other room I heard:
Jim: "Here, take this to your mommy"
Tali: "But who is it?"
Jim: "Who do you think it is?"
Tali: "I don't know"
Jim: "Well, look at it, who does it look like?"
Tali: "Zach?"
Jim: "No, Zach's not even that old, look at it."
Tali: "Me?"
Jim: "No, that's not you... look at it."
Tali: "I don't know..."
Jim: "That's ME when I was a little boy."
Tali: "Then where is your moustache?"
Update: Jim spent the rest of the day trying to convince the children that he was in fact NOT born with a moustache. At Kaden's birthday party he even made his mom tell them that he had a sweet, smooth little baby face... but my kids simply refuse to believe it. Apparently their daddy without a moustache just isn't their daddy at all.
Jim: "Here, take this to your mommy"
Tali: "But who is it?"
Jim: "Who do you think it is?"
Tali: "I don't know"
Jim: "Well, look at it, who does it look like?"
Tali: "Zach?"
Jim: "No, Zach's not even that old, look at it."
Tali: "Me?"
Jim: "No, that's not you... look at it."
Tali: "I don't know..."
Jim: "That's ME when I was a little boy."
Tali: "Then where is your moustache?"
Update: Jim spent the rest of the day trying to convince the children that he was in fact NOT born with a moustache. At Kaden's birthday party he even made his mom tell them that he had a sweet, smooth little baby face... but my kids simply refuse to believe it. Apparently their daddy without a moustache just isn't their daddy at all.
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