Kids, the F-bomb, apathy and the camera ...
First off, I had to work today. Really? That's not a bad thing. I had to take a few pictures and do a couple of segments for T.V. Easy money.
I wanted to be at work by about 10:30 a.m. My youngest son, who is spending the night with grandma (and knows when I want to leave), has gone to breakfast with his GF. She conveniently doesn't answer her phone or check her messages as we are trying to get hold of him. Parents are getting more pissed as time rolls on.
They drag their asses back into the house about 11. Between the pissiness and all, we get loaded up and on the road. I'm talking to him, or trying to, about what's going on at the house, reassuring him that even though his mom and I may get pissy at each other, we shouldn't take it out on them. Apologizing for doing so. He's having a tough time with the divorce and the uncertainty I think. As were talking, I notice he's chewing his fingernails. THEY LOOK HORRIBLE. Take a look.
All together now .. IEW!
I mention that he has fingers like his uncle and grandma who used to gnaw their fingernails halfway up the nail bed. It was disgusting! He calmly looks over at me and says "No. It's a fucking hangnail!" I was so shocked all I could do was laugh about it. Here is the offending nail.
Ok! Double IEW!
Like I always say, at least he ain't doing the same shit I was doing when I was his age. I can take the occasional accidental F-bomb as a trade off for that.
edit: I take that back. I just found a pack of MY cigarettes and a lighter in his jacket. I guess we have some more talking to do. Wish me luck.
When I woke up this morning, the STBX was on the phone with her boyfriend. I went into the bathroom to get a towel for a shower. When I came back out, she saw me and the next thing I know she's off the phone and puttering around the house. She had to work tonight too. I would think that she would have mentioned it to him but apparently I was wrong. I answered the phone at about 8 p.m. and it was him asking for her. I told him she worked till 11 p.m. (that is her regular shift and she talks to him every night after work until about 1 a.m. which is no biggie) to which he replied that it was Saturday and he didn't think she worked. I told him again she had to work today. He must have thought I was one of the kids or he's got balls the size of Ohio. He started asking me how I was doing and making a little small talk like nothing was wrong. I almost laughed in his ear. My question is to all the divorcees out there. Is that when you really know it's over? When your significant other's new boyfriend calls and you don't feel anything but amusement? Cuz really? That's all I felt. Is that strange or weird? I dunno, but it's where I'm at right now and I'm pretty happy about that. If he wants her and she wants him, more power to them.
Finally I got to spend a little quality time with my camera today. Here are a couple of the pics I took.
The first is an old country barn I found. The second is the keys of an ancient typewriter I found in my dad's shop and the third is me and Mr. F-bomb taken through a souvenir megaphone. The mouthpiece fits perfectly around my lens. If you like there are more on Flikr. Hope your weekend is going well. Till tomorrow, peace out.
Comments
ok, re: the phone call, i think you've entered the twilight zone....
re: the pictures...THNAK YOU for adding the last three to help compensate for including the first two. LOVE the megaphon epic. that's hilarious!
Posted by: lime | November 18, 2006 11:14 PM
Ouchie! that looks like it hurts on your son's finger. I see a lot of that at work!
That's interesting that your stbx's boyfriend is talking to you on the phone. I am glad that you can handle that.:)
Aren't teens just great??? Two years and 8 months and mine will all be 18! whew.. I think I MIGHT make it!
Posted by: sandi | November 18, 2006 11:19 PM
Amusement at the phone call... yeah I think ya know it's over.
Your pictures are awesome!
Lots of love to you.
Posted by: Wenchy | November 18, 2006 11:46 PM
TG, how old is he? He is acting out quite a bit between the cussin and smokes..ain't it grand being a parent? :P
Hugs m'dear Tommy.
Posted by: Dusty | November 19, 2006 12:52 PM