And They Call It Puppy Looooooove….
My desperate plea is that the Powers That Be render me capable of truly, vividly remembering what it is like to be a teenager in love. I’m trying to recall the angst, raging hormones, and gut wrenching drama.
I just didn’t expect to go through this with a boy because most of the boys I recall at that age were giant pains in the ass and didn’t appear to have any of the worries or concerns that we girls had.
Or they just hid it really well.
What I remember of teenage boys is not what I am experiencing here at home with my own son.
I don’t know how much longer I can deal with the constant suspense and anticipation of every phone call, email and instant message.
She called earlier this evening shortly after someone had left a message on our machine. Before he could answer, the machine picked up and she promptly hung up. When he tried to call her back (instantly, of course) her cell phone was off. This was a tragedy of Titanic proportions, you would have thought that some sort of black out had occurred rendering all future telephone communications extinct.
I thought only girls were this bad… I seem to recall being this bad… but… oh good grief, what I must have put my mother through. (That’s right Mom, I’m sorta apologizing here… stop smirking and wipe that damn grin off your face now, please!)
Oh, sorrow of sorrows, now a dark cloud has rolled in and positioned itself just above our house, it is as if the Grim Reaper himself has darkened our doorstep… the boy is in a nasty, black mood.
Ahhh… wonder of wonders, the clouds have parted, rainbows and sunshine are peeking through…
What light through yonder window breaks?
She is now im’ing him and I am going to have to get off my OWN computer so that communications may continue. Far be it for me to stand in the way of true love.
Oh honey…god bless ya! I’m on the other end of what you’re experiencing….but DOUBLE! My 17 yr old is “IN LOVE” with a 19 yr old Air Force guy…”Mom, you just don’t understand how much I love him”…..and my 14 yr old has an 8th grader AND a 12th grader wanting her to go out with them!!!
Have fun Sweetie…it’s just startin’!!!!!
Oh boy… er… boys… ick! No wonder you blog! Gotta get it all out somewhere, huh? He’s going to drive me nuts - even if it is a short trip. ;o)
Hi Amy,
I just found your blog - I was looking for a blog from California as I just spend 3 weeks there and miss it really badly (I’m from the UK). So glad I found it, you are very funny and just mentioning things like shopping in Target makes me all nostalgic (I really fell in love with CA!). Urg, first love is horrid! All the misery it causes… to yourself and everyone in close contact with you! I wish you all the best!
SO.
SO Thank you so much for stopping by. It’s nice to hear that someone likes California… I moved to Colorado for a little over a year and HAD to move back because I missed it so much. I love being an hour and half away from the beach and 45 minutes from the mountains. :o)
Ugh, first love. We are only starting to brush the edges of that. I found a letter from my son to the girl down the street. “I like you, will you be my girlfriend?” Struck terror into my very depths. I am not ready for that.
hmmm. Yes, I do remember a young lady of 13 giving me my first 10 gray hairs ( before I became an expert at applying Lady Clairol out of pure self preservation). If “he” didn’t call or come into town life just wasn’t worth living and moms were not even tolerable. How quickly it could all change on the first jingle of the phone and suddenly mom was the greatest, smartest, and best driver in town ( cause a shopping trip was top priority for a new …anything before we saw “him”) yep, pay back is hell isn’t it sweetie. I thought there was an advantage in being the Nana this time around …nope and by gosh he is the male version of “You”. To see it again…ah the memories ( snicker snicker) It’s ok dear keep the car full of gas, your wallet full and take a deep breath…good luck with that ;0)
mom
MKG Somehow, I knew you would take some sort of devilish delight in my predicament. Everyone… meet my mother… Mom… well, you’ve no doubt “met” everyone here.
From your sympathetic and supportive commentary I can only ascertain that you are somewhere too busy laughing at me instead of remembering that the Miss Clairol you speak of DYED YOUR HAIR FREAKING PURPLE… much to my (and I’m sure yours as well) humiliation.
Ahhh… those were the good old days, weren’t they?
Crazy Lady Oh boy… you only think you are crazy now. LOL and yet, my biggest fear is my daughters turning into teenagers. The son is probably nothing compared to my two drama queens.