One day last week I was working at my desk as usual with my phone nearby and my middle son who's in 9th grade calls, which is unusual since he only calls or texts at the end of the day when he needs a ride home from sports.
He say, "Mom, I'm calling to let you know that someone had their phone stolen at school and my backpack got searched and of course there was nothing in it, so I will see you later, OK?"
Me: "OK, bye". Thinking: Well, I will pump him for all those details later.
So the minute he got home I got the scoop. He was in math class and there were about 20 minutes left and the students sit in single desks all facing the front. a couple rows behind him and toward the left a girl announces that her phone is missing. She had put her iphone on her desk during a quiz .......and suddenly realized it was gone. The teacher then said he needed to call Administration and when the assistant principal got there (he is known to the students as "Sherlock Holmes" as he is the one involved in these kinds of investigational/law breaking issue) he asked for everyone around Stolen Phone Girl's radius to stay and everyone else to go on to their next class which was starting soon.
Then of the remaining students, three at a time they had to go into the AP's office and have their backpack searched. One girl student who was to the Stolen Phone Girl's left and behind, was very vocal in denial and she was known to have frequent in-school suspensions for stealing these, etc.
My son was the last to be called in for a search and in the meantime he missed Spanish class and was starving and had to use the restroom he said more terribly than known to humankind. Afterwards is when he was told to call his parent and state what he said when he called me. He never heard the results of the Stolen Phone, but these were my/Hubs' thoughts:
--Did anyone call the phone to find it (yes, but it was on silent)
--Why was her phone OUT of her backpack to begin with (our son said this same question to himself and the girl was asked and she said she had no pockets but not sure why it wasn't kept in backpack. If you knew that Reputation of Thief Girl was sitting nearby, why have it out??)
--Was there a test or something going on in Spanish class that you missed (No).
--Is someone at school allowed to search your backpack? (Hubs asked this. Apparently they are).
BTW, in the fall this son had just gotten his new cross country sweatshirt and set it down for 5 mins and it was ripped off. I asked him the other night if a teacher was able to make everyone freeze and find it but it was afterschool. Also this same son left his (non-running) shows in the building one day when he was waiting for us to pick him up and they were never to be seen again and being the toughie I am, I am not replacing them.
Onto the next phone tale....
Hubs and I have had the iPhone 3 for almost two years. We are behind the times. I don't care about phones too much as I am on the phone and computer all day for work and frankly don't have the time to think about my phone much. But Hubs had a fit the other day when Pandora acted up so we went to the AT&T store and walked out with the iPhone 4 for $ .99 each and an appt at the Apple store for two nights later.
Friday night we had a technology date at the Apple store in the mall. I felt old and awkward that we brought in new iPhone 4's but our young tech rep got us all fixed up with some info and transferred my phone photos onto our laptop that we brought in. He showed me some photo tips and in the process he took a picture of me (with my permission) and showed me how it was then sent to the laptop.
I am still in shock over the photo.
What The Hell Happened to me?
Why is it that occasionally I can put on make-up, fix my hair, wear jeans into some great boots I found, think I look not bad at all for 50...and then see a photo? I did get some good genes that did their thing previously but these same genes are the culprit of a neck that is horrid and a face that has fallen. Sure I have some good things left for my age. People exclaim positively over my fingernails. I have long legs, particularly the thighs.
My sedentary and stressful months have maybe added to the downfall and although I have heard that a few extra pounds my be good for the face maybe that isn't true for me.
You know I cook all the time for these 4 guys, right? And that includes desserts--these guys have no body fat. But I have stopped eating dessert cold turkey. I am saying that I won't have dessert stuff for 30 days. I also went out and bought new running shoes and spent 30 mins doing the walk/run/walk/run all around the n'hood using the timer on my New iPhone 4.
I guess it took that photo on my phone to motivate me.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Now I'm Keeping Track of Three Wallets
As the only person in this household who keeps and carries a purse (a bag if you live in a different region) my wallet is always in its place when I need it. Not the same for two of the other people I live with and soon another son will be added to the category of those of whose wallets i must keep track.
Almost 20 years ago Hubs and I went on a vacation with another couple. It was a wonderful week for us (although the wife of the other couple left the husband 8 months later) and we had so many laughs that Hubs and I still sometimes revisit those memories. Anyway, at least several times a day for 7 days, my husband asked me, "Michele, do you have my wallet?", so much that after a few days just to be funny, our friend, Tom, would ask me as well, "Michele....do you have my wallet?"
Many a morning is spent tracking down his wallet in our 25 years of marriage. When we do errands together he almost always drives and when we get out of the car to go in the store, his wallet and phone go into my purse. Sometimes when he goes to work the next day his wallet is still in my purse.
Ever since last July our oldest at age 16 has to keep track of his wallet/engage the whole house sometimes to find it. Everything is misplaced including the keys to our little truck that he drives to school. Last night we had an incident that I realize is going to be a frequent occurrence over the next several years. It was about 6:30 and I expected him home at 6:00 after going from school to a golf club near school where the soon-to-be team gets to practice. I texted him to check in on his whereabouts. He texts back, "I lost my wallet at the golf course." He called to add that he left the golf course and went to a gas station but didn't have his wallet so he was retracing his steps and a couple people were helping.
I then mentally check off that he has a debit card that will need canceling and a driver's license that will need to be reissued and that he and Middle Son will have to take the dreaded school bus till that's done. I scout out Hubs and tell him. He doesn't get all whacked out like I do.
A little while later Oldest son calls to say a friend of his who was helping him look found it in the road near the entrance/exit of the golf course. Oldest Son had done the "classic" move of placing it on top of the vehicle and leaving it there and as the little truck pulled turned out of the drive and onto the street, it was flung off and left in the street. At this time the rest of us were at the table eating dinner and Hubs says, "Oh yeah, I have done that before." and then tells two stories of doing this same move.
Something tells me that last night won't be the last time I get a phone call about losing a wallet and that call could be from anyone with whom I live.
P.S. This past Saturday I was at the Drivers License place with our Middle Son who turned 15 last week, to take his Learner's Permit test. He passed and then later Hubs took him out for his first experience driving and maneuvering in the parking lot and then driving home. So now there is another wallet to be minded in our house.
P.P.S. Have I mentioned that insuring three vehicles was $150 per month until last July when we added one teenage boy and it doubled to $300 per month. One year till we have another teenage driver to be added.
Almost 20 years ago Hubs and I went on a vacation with another couple. It was a wonderful week for us (although the wife of the other couple left the husband 8 months later) and we had so many laughs that Hubs and I still sometimes revisit those memories. Anyway, at least several times a day for 7 days, my husband asked me, "Michele, do you have my wallet?", so much that after a few days just to be funny, our friend, Tom, would ask me as well, "Michele....do you have my wallet?"
Many a morning is spent tracking down his wallet in our 25 years of marriage. When we do errands together he almost always drives and when we get out of the car to go in the store, his wallet and phone go into my purse. Sometimes when he goes to work the next day his wallet is still in my purse.
Ever since last July our oldest at age 16 has to keep track of his wallet/engage the whole house sometimes to find it. Everything is misplaced including the keys to our little truck that he drives to school. Last night we had an incident that I realize is going to be a frequent occurrence over the next several years. It was about 6:30 and I expected him home at 6:00 after going from school to a golf club near school where the soon-to-be team gets to practice. I texted him to check in on his whereabouts. He texts back, "I lost my wallet at the golf course." He called to add that he left the golf course and went to a gas station but didn't have his wallet so he was retracing his steps and a couple people were helping.
I then mentally check off that he has a debit card that will need canceling and a driver's license that will need to be reissued and that he and Middle Son will have to take the dreaded school bus till that's done. I scout out Hubs and tell him. He doesn't get all whacked out like I do.
A little while later Oldest son calls to say a friend of his who was helping him look found it in the road near the entrance/exit of the golf course. Oldest Son had done the "classic" move of placing it on top of the vehicle and leaving it there and as the little truck pulled turned out of the drive and onto the street, it was flung off and left in the street. At this time the rest of us were at the table eating dinner and Hubs says, "Oh yeah, I have done that before." and then tells two stories of doing this same move.
Something tells me that last night won't be the last time I get a phone call about losing a wallet and that call could be from anyone with whom I live.
P.S. This past Saturday I was at the Drivers License place with our Middle Son who turned 15 last week, to take his Learner's Permit test. He passed and then later Hubs took him out for his first experience driving and maneuvering in the parking lot and then driving home. So now there is another wallet to be minded in our house.
P.P.S. Have I mentioned that insuring three vehicles was $150 per month until last July when we added one teenage boy and it doubled to $300 per month. One year till we have another teenage driver to be added.
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