"WE MAY BE MAKING LOVE!!!"- and this is how I traumatized my daughters

I am a hot commodity in this house!

Needed by the hubby-
"Babe, where is my hat with the black rim?"
"I don't know, you wore it last"
"But you find everything. You are just good like that"
"Yeah......You are right!.......It is on the top shelf of closet, under your work shirts, half a centimeter away from my jewelry box, facing North East"
"Thanks J.R.!"

Needed by the kids-
"Mom where is the nail polish remover
                               hair shine spray
                               blowdryer
                               construction paper
                               Hershey's syrup
                               my black Vans
                               my grey Converse
                               my black strapless bra
                               dental floss
                               box of tampons we just bought
                               MY BRAIN!!!!!!!

Ahhhhh, Yes! A mom is always needed!

But the thing is, with all of this constant needing, I have a bad case of 'Door Knocking, Kid Needing Anxiety Disorder' 

Symptoms include:

• Refusing to have sex with your husband at spontaneous times, or any time that you know the kids are awake, for fear of them needing you.
• If giving in to having spontaneous sex, or kids are awake kind of sex, you are unable to fully relax, because one eyeball is firmly planted on the bedroom door. 
• Trying to act relaxed, but all the while asking your husband, "are you sure you locked the door?" 
• Hearing a creak in the floorboards, and pushing your husband off of you saying "see, I knew this was a bad idea"
• Yelling to your kids "does anyone need anything out of my room?? I have diarrhea (wink, wink) and I want to be left alone for a while, so NO KNOCKING on my door" - that is how I prep the kids, and hope there will be no knocking! All the while, looking over at hubby whose nose is scrunched up, thinking he was going to get lucky, saying "you are joking right?Do you really have diarrhea right now?" 

My husband and I had a talk one day, because honestly the needing was getting out of hand! 

Anytime we would shut the door, it was cause for an automatic KNOCK! 

"Hey, babe, I need to talk with you about something serious. It is about B and one of her text messages."

"Oh, shut the door, let's talk!"

KNOCK-KNOCK

"Honey, will you shut the door? I want to go over Ki's Santa list with you."

KNOCK-KNOCK

OH MY GOD! SOMETHING HAS TO BE DONE ABOUT THIS!

WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT 4 YEAR OLDS!

WE ARE TALKING ABOUT 15 AND 14 YEAR OLD GIRLS (and our 5 year old, but the teens are the worst)

"Girls, Giiiiiirrrrrrllllllssss! Upstairs for a family meeting! Pronto!!!!"

*I love family meetings! Feels so Brady Bunchy!

Eye rolls, annoyance, and huffing and puffing are what we are met with at our door.

"Girls, we asked you to come in here because we want to create a new house rule"

"What? Chores?"

"No, not chores. Although, good idea. More chores would be helpful. I'll get back to that one!"

"Great....Uggh"

"Anyway. The door knocking is getting out of hand!"

"Well, what else are we supposed to do? If we need something!"

"Not to mention, sometimes you don't even knock! You just walk in!"

"Because we know you are already in bed, or sleeping. We come in quietly!"

"If our door is shut! We may be busy.....Busy.....Busy, talking, discussing important stuff, changing, or maybe even having an argument. Leave us alone!"

"But, if we need the nail polish remover, what else are we supposed to do? I mean, you always put it under your sink and............"

-Husband interjects at this point-

"ARE YOU SERIOUS??? YOU WANT TO STAND HERE AND KEEP ARGUING WITH YOUR MOM? NO MORE DISCUSSION! IF THE DOOR IS OPEN, OR CRACKED,FINE, COME IN, WE HAVE AN OPEN DOOR POLICY. 

IF THE DOOR IS SHUT, LEAVE US ALONE!"

"But, I mean what if we..........."

-More arguing, so mom takes back her position in the conversation-

"OH MY GOD!!! Do you want me to spell it out for you? If the door is shut, we might be MAKING LOVE!!!!"

"Oh, God Mom, STOP!!! Don't say that!!!"

"Doing it! Having Sex! Freaky Freaky, Bumpin and Grindin!..........."

"STOP MOM!"

"We are married! We have sex! How do you think you all were made? How do you think I was made? Mema and Papa had sex"

"OH GOD, Not Mema and Papa! GOD PLEASE STOP!!!"

"Well, you two wanted to keep arguing! You deserve it!"

"We are leaving! I am never knocking on your door again"

"Me either, I am always afraid I am going to interrupt you or hear something gross. That is why I cough, and walk real loud when I get near your door"

"Well, if you think that, then leave us alone"

"I can't believe you guys do it when we are home! I thought you only did it when we were gone"- this was the comment of all comments, as there is always, at some point, atleast one kid home. So my daughter thinks we NEVER DO IT!

My husband was a little shocked that I just blurted it out, but I couldn't stand it anymore. His way just wasn't working. He believes that children deserve NO explanation. And while he is right, I live in the real world. I also live with these girls, and know their ways of thinking. They are arguers by nature. They need explanations. His explanation of "Well, we may be busy talking, so leave us alone" just wasn't working. 

The looks on their faces, and the trauma protruding from their core was actually getting to be quite satisfying. This was kinda fun.So I figured I'd give it one last hurrah as they gagged, and puked their way out of my room.

"Oh, and girls one more thing, just to make sure you have really soaked all of this in"

"Oh, god, what?!?!?!"

"Would you really want to walk in on us and have to see my feet up in the air, and your dads white  butt? Or better yet, me in a position that can only be described as ........

"OH GOD!!!!! I'M GONNA PUKE! YOU ARE AWFUL! STOP TALKING"

Honest to god, I feel so liberated! I feel free! It needed to be done, because it was getting out of hand. Especially in the summer time, as waiting for them to go to bed was not working. In the summer they stay up all night, we wind up falling asleep just waiting for them to go to bed. I may have scarred them for life with visions of mom and dad studying Kama Sutra, but hey, IT WORKED!

It Freaking Worked!!!!!!! 

My Baby Graduated, and I can't stop crying

My son is my baby.

He is my oldest, but the bond that him and I have is strong, and beautiful.

I am not sure if it is because he was my first born, if it is because I had him at a young age, so in a sense we 'grew up' together, or if it is simply because I was actually (in a weird way) ready to be a mom, and he made me the happiest person on earth the day he was born. 

He has not always been perfect.

No child is. 

Sometimes he has been lazy, selfish, rude, and dis-respectful.

But....

He is also kindhearted,loyal,loving,intelligent, amazing, and has a brain that thinks beyond the normal teenage thoughts. And for every dis-respectful teenage time in his life, he has made up for it by showing the utmost respect and humility in situations that have made me proud.

But most of all,

he loves me. 

This boy loves his mama, and that I know!

Congratulations to my son for graduating High School.

Now I hope he goes on to do wonderful things with his life. 

I know he will, because from the moment I saw his ultrasound picture, I knew he was special!

'I love you more than the sun, moon and stars'

When he was a baby, my friend would ask me, 'why do you hold him so much?'
and I would honestly say
'because I just love him so much!'

Hello Officer, can I take a picture with all of your DUI checkpointy stuff?

B is driving! Not licensed on her own kind of driving,but learners permit, driving around town with mom kind of driving.

We had a crazy day at the DMV. When is the DMV not crazy??

Got her permit, waited in the parking lot of the Junior College in our city for her first session of behind the wheel training.

We waited
and waited

and
waited

and waited
(o.k. we only waited 3 minutes, but it seemed longer, and the driver wasn't there yet) 

Realized we were supposed to be waiting in the parking lot at a High School in the next town over.

Ooops, my bad!

Called the Community College Course Administrative office, and prayed they would answer...

Yes! They answered

"Ummmm, I am waiting for our instructor. Are we in the wrong parking lot?"

Few minutes on hold

"Yes, hello, you are not just in the wrong lot, you are at the wrong school"

SHIT WE ARE LATE!!
HAULING ASS FROM ONE PLACE TO THE NEXT!

ALL THE WHILE EXPLAINING-

"Don't ever drive like me!!!!!! We are just late, and I have to drive fast.....and run yellow lights.....and not make complete stops.....and ........ Just do what I say, not what I do!"

B's first 2 hour course runs smooth. The driving instructor gives me a few pointers on how to teach her while I am driving with her, we nod, and take off. I let her drive home,and she reminds me about the bonfire I am to drop her off at.

I think to myself:

ENOUGH with the F*ing Bonfires already!!! My teen girls are killing me with their summertime bonfires!

Drop her off at 6!

Pick her up at 9:30

(secretly get there at 9:15, park ever so stealthlike, spy on her and boyfriend to make sure there is no lifeguard tower makeout sessions going on)
*Oh, for my regular readers, Yes, B has a new boyfriend. He is actually quite nice. But even the nice ones want to do 'not nice' things with my daughter, so I will still take on the roll of being a blocker. And what am I blocking  you ask?
It rhymes with block! That is what I am blocking! Enough said!

Get caught trying to spy on her, but she gets caught when I ask
"Where is the fire, and where is the dad that was supposed to be there?"

The silent treatment goes on for about two minutes, until I say

"Hey, I forgot you had your permit! You drive home!"

"Me? O.K."

smiles

"Do you want to take the coast the whole way, then cut through the neighborhoods? Or do you want to take the coast part way, then try your hand at the O Boulevard. Practice with a bit of traffic, and street lights?"

"I'll take O Boulevard. Might as well"

"O.K. good!"

"Turn left here, stay in the right lane, when you come up over the hill, past the 7-eleven you will.............OH   MY    GOD! How funny......."

"WHAT??WHAT? WHAT'S FUNNY?? What are all of these cones??What is going on? What are all those lights? WHAT DO I DO?? WHAT DO I DO?? DO I STOP???"

"Oh My God B, welcome to your first DUI checkpoint! And this is a major one! O.K. slowly merge ov..... OVER......O.K. Well that wasn't really a merge, you didn't even look over your shoulder."

"I'm nervous!"

"Why? Are you drunk?"

"NO!! GOD!!!"


"I know honey, I'm kidding.Now just watch the cop ahead, he is going to wave each person through, but he may stop you. I have your permit right here. You would roll down the window, but I can lean over and talk if you want. OOOHHH, let me get my phone out. If he does talk with you, I'm gonna ask to take a picture."

"I'm freaking out. He's waving his light, what does that mean? Do I go? Do I stop?"

Needless to say she was not told to pull to the side. Our sobriety was not tested. I did not get a picture for her scrapbook. Does the scrapbook supply store even sell 'My First DUI Checkpoint' stickers, emblems, and supplies? 

I am surprised we were not asked to pull aside. You have a 15 1/2 year old who merged in the most illegal manner, about 10 feet from the checkpoint, and then again 10 feet after the checkpoint.All the while clutching the wheel, looking like a cracked out deer in headlights. You have a mom searching for her cell phone, all the while giggling like a hyena, and a 13 year old in the back seat rolling the window down to stick her head out and stare at all the drunks that were pulled over. 

"Darn, I really wanted to take a picture. I sooo wished he would have asked you to pull over"

"Mom, you are a freak!"

Fun times ahead for this mom, and her eager to drive daughter.

Fun times ahead.......................

* I started this post last Saturday morning. Since then we had a little scare with a panicked permit driver, 'accidentally' stepping on the gas instead of the brake. I may turn that moment into it's own post, or I may squash it. As of now she is a bit shaken, a bit embarrassed, and a bit worried that we are going to tell everyone about what happened.

No Honey!

I would never tell anybody that you gassed it, flew over the curb, and only pressed on the brake 2 inches before hitting the retaining wall next to the palm tree. I will not dedicate a post to that spine tingling, chilling moment where our lives flashed before our eyes, and I started to doubt letting you have your license. 

No, that is private family stuff.

You just keep practicing B. Six months of driving with your permit, and you are going to be a seasoned pro.

WHO AM I KIDDING?

Dear DMV,

Hi. My name is J.R. In six months I will be bringing my sweet, eager, anxious 16 year old daughter in to your office, where she will nervously be testing for her drivers license. I would like to ask you to please fail her. Fail her, and keep failing her! My life flashed before my eyes today, and I am starting to think that carpools, driving to and from bonfires, movie theaters, parties, shopping malls, and concerts is not so bad. I don't need her to drive herself. She can wait.

Don't be too harsh on her, but make it realistic, and never, ever tell her that I bribed you or paid you off. This is between you and me Mr. DMV driving tester guy! Our little secret!

Sincerely,

J.R.

Moms Against Teenagers Being Allowed to Drive

M.A.T.B.A.D.

o.k. the last three initials spell out B A D! BAD!! Is that a sign?

My husband is LOUD in the kitchen, that is why I am awake!

Oh Husbands.........
They are strong, brave, manly, funny, handsome, loving, caring, and good providers.
My husband takes me on date nights, hugs me when he knows I'm in need of one. He tells me I'm beautiful,smart and funny. He only has eyes for me. He is a wonderful father to our children. Generous, and caring son-in-law to my parents. He works hard for our family, and even harder to maintain a lifestyle that can keep us happy, warm, safe and secure in all aspects.

My husband is a true gem!

BUT........

Oh, yeah, there is a BIG ASS BUT..

HE IS AS LOUD AS F***!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE DOES NOT SHUT DOORS QUIETLY!!

He does not shut cabinets quietly!

He slams the microwave door with the strength of He-Man! 

(and NO honey,if you are reading this, that is not a compliment! A compliment would be, "he slams the microwave door, all the while looking exactly like Brad Pitt")

Even the way his key turns in the lock is loud!?!?! WTF??

And this morning??

He was up at 4:00 a.m. getting ready to go fishing.

The kitchen is downstairs, directly below our bedroom. I could hear him searching for something in the cupboard. Loudly!

I could hear him washing his cooler out! Loudly!

I could hear him slamming the meat drawer in the refrigerator. Loudly!

I could hear him grumbling, LOUDLY, because he could not find his 'super special' coffee thermos!

So I am up!

I am awake!

He is going to hear my foot up his..........

Oh... sorry, I was just interrupted mid sentence.

Why?

Because that loud, obnoxious, door slamming, inconsiderate husband just ran upstairs to give me a kiss before he took off for fishing. He heard my footsteps, and knew that he had awoken the beast

~yes, I am a beast in the morning. I like my sleep~

DAM!

I wanted to be upset at him!

Now he has foiled my plans!

Slightly distracted by the beautiful nature outside my window. 

'Hey' is that a blue jay on the bird feeder?

WOW! 

Mornings are kinda peaceful and calming.

Good Morning World!

I guess I'm awake now.

My Little Motley Crew of Children.....Don't you know that I know what you are doing?

This post is just going to be a list of things my kids do, that they think I don't notice,won't notice, don't understand, won't find out, or will just plain go over my head.

Maybe some of it does, but most of it doesn't.

Even if I am the only one who reads this post, I will atleast have record of it, so that when my kids are parents complaining about their teens sneaky ways, I can bust this out.

BAM!
IN YOUR FACE!

Look at all of the stuff you guys pulled!!!!

Now stop complaining!

PAYBACK IS A MOTHA !!!..

• When the time restrictions we have set on your cell phone cause it to turn off at 10 p.m. on school nights, DON'T for one second think that I can't hear you tip toeing downstairs to grab the house phone to continue your phone conversation with your boyfriend. BED AT TEN means BED AT TEN! I hear you! I know what you are doing! Now you wonder why the house phone is hidden??? Love you too honey ;)
• Those Brazilian Cut Bikini Bottoms I found hidden under a towel in your bathroom? They are about a centimeter away from being considered THONG bottoms! When I asked you where you got them, you gave me your best friends name. Really?! Your B.F.F.!! Couldn't think of a random friend? A friend that we don't think of as a daughter.A friend we don't care about? Can't you make up a name? Get with it girl!! And when I tell you to give them back to the B.F.F. (who must think highly of her bootie), and that they are never to grace your bottom again, don't try to STILL KEEP THEM!! Don't sneak and wear them anyway. We grew up in this beach town. Your grandfather is a surfer! We have spies up and down the coast!  I feel a one piece swimsuit punishment coming up........I have a cute one piece from Old Navy that I wore right after my pregnancy.YUP! That'll do just fine. 
• When it is your dish night, don't purposely "forget" to start the dishwasher, so that you won't have to put them away before bed. I know what you did! I will just make you do them the next day, not your sister!
• Don't try to trick me into thinking I forgot to give you allowance, just because you overheard me telling your dad that I have been really forgetful lately. Eavesdropping is RUDE! Tricking aging mothers?? Just plain AWFUL! What is my name again??
• Don't ask me if you can go stay the night at a friends house on a school night because 'you have to get your school project done'. I just checked the school website, and partners were not assigned for that report! I know it is just because Kaley has new makeup, and super cute clothes that you want to borrow! 
• Son, don't tell me that pack of cigarettes on the dashboard of your car are "my friends, I swear mom" Every time you come home, I pretend to take the trash out, but really I spend about 10 minutes peering through the windows of your car scanning the seats and floorboards for illegal substances,empty beer cans, condom wrappers, and cigarettes! You are 18, yes! But you are still my baby! Make good choices. They belong to a friend MY ASS!
• Don't tell me that the parents are going to be at this end of the year party. The party you just informed me about. The party that is taking place at your "Super Cool" new friends house; which,by the way, shouldn't I have heard of this 'good friend'? New friends scare me!  A 23 year old, older brother is not parental supervision. What? What's that? How did I know about that? Well, I keep telling you nothing is private when you put it on Facebook! 
• And you, my little five year old. I know you have teen siblings, but don't use them as an excuse for everything. 'B made me laugh mama, and that is why I can't clean my room!' Ummm, what? That doesn't even get an 'A' for effort. That gets an 'F' for Fricking Ridiculous! That excuse is just plain sad. Weeping into my pillow sad! Learn better from your older siblings little girl. Take better notes on the art of lying, teenage trickery, and fooling your parents. But then after you take all of those notes..

THROW THEM IN THE TRASH!

They won't work!


WHY?

I was a teen also.

Times were different, but the drive for independence  is still the same!

You will test me,

and I will choose my battles.

Certain times I will let you learn your own lesson, but,

other times I will  bug you, nag you, lock you in your room if needed. 

Because I have been there, and when it comes down to it I want you to have fun!

I want you to have stories to tell!

I don't want to make this home a jail!

But I will protect your innocence and childhood for as long as I can.

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!

I love you so much that I may surprise you with that iphone you have been begging for.

WHY?

Because you are such a good kid!

Because I am such an awesome mom!

OH GOD, just kidding!
You are not that great of a kid, and I am not that awesome (well, I am a bit of an awesome mom..)

NOPE!

SORRY KID!

Because you will be driving soon. And with a smart phone we can install GPS, Parent/Child tracker, and that app I heard about that stops your phone from texting when your car is in motion.

But you can think it is just because I am an awesome mom! 

Yes, times sure are different!

The only thing to distract me when driving was deciding
which cassette tape to listen to.

Now do the dishes, grab me the scissors so I can cut up those bikini bottoms, let your super cool friend know that you will not be making the party, tell your boyfriend to start calling you earlier in the night (bedtime is at 10 for goodness sake), DO NOT smoke cigarettes, drink beer, do drugs,or have sex.
And you, my five year old! Please just pick up your Barbies and Littlest Pet Shops! Please, for the last time! PLEASE!! Oh, and don't think I won't look under your bed. That is not where your toys go!

I was a kid once too ;)

Happy Mothers Day!You know drive thrus are your second home when........

I love Healthy Food, my mom being a little ahead of her time in the health food department. Now Health food stores are on every corner. It is 'in' to be healthy, organic, buy your peanut butter from a store that makes it right there.
But......When I was young, we had to drive about a half hour to another town south of us to a little health food store, where my mom could torture supply our household with

Buckwheat Pancakes

Homemade Peanut Butter. No salt, no taste, just a 2 inch layer of oily stuff on top.

Bread with nuts, seeds, and other chokable food particles baked in.Wonder Bread was a sin!

Lentils, for whatever kind of concoction she could put lentils into,

Apple juice in a HUGE gigantic jar, and you had to shake it real well before serving, get all the mushy, chunky stuff that had sunk to the bottom mixed in properly.

BUT.......


I also LOVE fast food!


I just love it!

Fast food was not totally forbidden. Just not always allowed. I remember when we would actually get to visit the golden arches. Sweet Heaven! I would be in the backseat, my parents in the front. I would always ask for a cheeseburger, fries and a cok........ then I would get interrupted.

"We have apple juice at home. You don't need a Coke!"

DEFEAT!

MISERY!

I am not completely 'happy' now!
Only 75% of the Happy Meal was allowed!

Not happy to the fullest!

Once I was old enough to drive, or had my own money, you could not keep me away.

I now 'treat' my kids to fast food a little more than my mom did for me. But I will say, that she sure made up for it with other treats. Every once in a while, my mom would let me stay home from school............. just because. Much to the dismay of my dad. Sorry Dad. She would look out the window, sensing it was going to be a dreary day, and say 'why don't you stay home today? We could get out of the house, go for a drive. Snuggle!Whatever the day brings' 
You don't have to ask me twice!

I thank you mom! I thank you for your love,

your guidance,

your support,

your ability to always show patience, even when you were frustrated.

I love you despite the fact that you made a Anchovy Casserole one of the first times that my new, cool, popular best friend stayed the night. 

I love you despite the fact that you did not let me live off of cheeseburgers and soda.

I love you even though you did not understand that Guess and Esprit clothing would make me a happier teen.

I love you despite the fact that you did not let me buy the Madonna Like a Virgin cassette, and when Aunt J tried to buy it for me, you made her return it.

I love you despite the fact that I was the last of my friends to wear a bikini.

I love you despite the fact you would show up at my friends houses to bring me back home, because you changed your mind 'you cannot stay the night, I just have a weird feeling about what you girls are up to' 

Mostly Mom, I love you because you made me who I am today! 

I love you because you showed me more love and support than anyone on the face of this universe.

I love you Mom, because thanks to you I get complimented on my loving nature, my kindness towards others, and my ability to be a good mom.

Mom, you are a great mom!

I love you for you!

My kids love you because, due to the fact that I was traumatized in not being allowed to eat a ton of junk food, I am now trying to make it up to them in some twisted, weird, therapy needing, junk food desiring, post traumatic stress, french fry over spoiling lifestyle!! 

Thanks Mema!

Thanks Mema for not letting our Mama eat from those golden arches. It gave mom weird fast food issues, and she now spoils us with it.

You are the best Mema in the whole entire world!

Below is a Lincoln Log structure that Ki (my five year old) made the other day. She said it was a fast food restaurant. 

"Just like we do Mama"

"Hi J.R. Haven't seen you since yesterday. The usual? Say Hi to the kids for me"

* I do cook healthy for the record!Limiting the fast food intake, but sometimes, you just gotta do it! Sometimes, you just gotta give in. Sometimes you just need to slurp on that soda, and eat those greasy fries.

If you are a mother, have a mother, or know a mother! Happy Mothers Day.

As women, we are all Mother's. Whether we have actually had children or not. We have all 'mothered' somebody, somewhere, somehow! It is in our nature I think! So have a great day today!

Eat some fries, drink some Coke, and relax!

Happy Female Day! 

Partying with my parents on a Saturday Night! 'Woop Woop!!'

I love to do nice things for people. It is just me! I wish I was rich, so I could do LOTS and LOTS of nice things, but I am not rich. But I make up for it with heartfelt love.

My mom is obsessed LOVES a band, The White Buffalo. The lead singer is a bit of a Hottie! In that  long haired, bearded, ruggedy kind of way.
Some of their music is played on the show, The Sons of Anarchy. Are you a fan?  WE ARE!!!!!!!
It is a show about a motorcycle gang. Violence, mild nudity, cussing, all the right stuff, ya know?!

My mama had wanted to see The White Buffalo up in Santa Cruz, which is where my brother lives near. But due to not feeling well around that time, she did not want to make the trip up there. And that was their last California show. Insert HUGE, GIGANTIC SAD FACE HERE!

UNTIL....................

A few months later...............

I logged onto Facebook one morning...........

and someone had posted something about The White Buffalo playing at the Belly Up.........

I SCREAMED OUT LOUD!!

LITERALLY 

OUT 

LOUD!!

MY MOM WAS GOING TO BE SOOOO EXCITED! A LOCAL SHOW!!!!

Got online, bought the tickets, surprised my mom.

Her reaction was a little somethin like this-

"Oh My God! No, No, Are you serious? Holy Sh*t!! Oh my gosh, No, Oh J.R., Oh my, Nooooo!!!

Ahhhhhh

Ahhhhhhh

I get to see Jake!!! In person! Oh MY GOD!! Noo

Oh, shit, Oh shit!! Oh God!! 

Ohhh

Ahhhhhhh!

Thank you honey!! 

Oh, Thank you!!!"

~then teary eyes~

And I have done my job! 

The show was this past Saturday.

My hubby and I

My mom and dad

A double date with my parents.

Want to know the best part?

We ate at a Restaurant before the concert that is attached to the club. My dad went out to put something in the car, and came back in and said 

"I think the lead singer is outside"

"Oh, are you serious. Oh , Oh, Oh my god! Should we go out there? Oh, Gosh!............"

The old teenager in me that was sometimes embarrassed of my mom's sometimes outgoing, exuberant personality started to resurface. 

But only for one second! 


I punched that snotty, bratty, moody, no good teenage J.R. straight in the nose! 

Knocked her out cold!
No place for her anymore!

Grabbed my moms hand and said 

"Come on! You may never get this chance again!"

And there he was!
Jake Smith

With his little son, wife, and what I assume to be his parents or in-laws.

My mom was starstruck!

We tried to act all cool, nonchalant, un-stalkerish. Like we were just goin for a stroll outside. My mom played it off pretty good! Acting 'surprised' to see him standing there.


 "I surprised my mom with tickets, she loves you. Can you pleeeeasssse take a picture with my mom?"

He said "sure"

Put his arm around her and smiled.

DAM! 

"Umm, you both have your eyes closed. Let me take another one"

* No way was I gonna have my mom holding dear to her heart a 'NOT PERFECT' photo!

My mom is beautiful, and had the most sincere, happy grin on her face!

Can you say perfect night?

I love my parents more than the world!

I wish I could do more for them!


I will leave you with a little video of the encore song. The 'Yeaaaaaaaah' at the very end is mom.
The 'Whoooooo' is from margarita induced me.
I did not know anything about them until my mom turned me onto their music.
I LOVE THEM now!

This is a remake of an old song. See the original below.

To have been at this concert, and see all of these guys on one stage.

WOW!