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Afterhours at the 1230

Things are never normal at our house.  Nowhere near, actually.  More importantly, things are always funny at our house.

I am trying to do the whole "good mom" thing and keep my daughter focused on school.  To help with this, I limit the time she has her cell phone (when she's at home, heaven forbid something happen and she doesn't have it) and her laptop (yeah, she's a little spoiled).  When 9 pm rolls around, she has to hand them both over.  Last night, she knocked on the bedroom door, as usual, and gave me the laptop and the phone.  I put them down in their usual place and then Lovey came over and picked up her phone.

He was just turning it over in his hands and then he said, "You know what would be funny?"

Any converstaion that starts with those words in our house can be nothing but trouble.  I asked him what he was thinking anyways.  So he proceeds with, "You should take a picture of your butt and put it on her cell phone."

R O F L M F A O!

We went on to discuss how it should be her background and her welcome picture and it would be a perfect birthday present for her in another week or so.  She would have to look at my butt for a long time until she figured out how to change it.  I didn't do it.  Yet.

We are sick individuals.

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Vox Hunt: Music + Memory

Audio: Share a song that evokes a powerful memory. 
Submitted by MalieKai.

We used to have these "parties" every weekend at a friend's house, going especially strong in the fall of '86.  They weren't huge parties, we were only 13 through about 16 at the time.  Well, that's the time when some of the friends became more than just friends.  For a while, everyone just traded each other off and while I was a witness to all of it, I was never a part of it.  I was always on the outside looking in.  It was strange that I was the youngest, yet always the most responsible one, making sure everything was kept in order and no one got out of line. 

This was probably the first time in my life that I realized that I was different than everyone else and that it could be the beginning of a long and lonely time in my life.  I sat in a room and listened to this song 23 times in a row, crying and completely inconsolable.  While everyone stopped by to see what was wrong, I never could bring myself to tell anyone and I suffered internally.  Probably quite the reason my view on relationships had been so skewed until recently.  Anyways, here it is.  Jon Bon Jovi and crew with the classic power rock ballad, Never Say Goodbye.

 

Never say Goodbye
Never say Goodbye
Bon Jovi

Update:  Let's not be sad. 

I didn't date in high school and I went to dances, but I never got asked to dance.  Yeah, sad, but I'm over it.  Because Lovey and I have the same corny taste in music, the next song became "our song".  One day it came on Sirius as we stood in the kitchen, and it was there that I had my first real dance.  I may have shed a tear.

 

Firehouse - Love of a Lifetime
Firehouse – Love of a Lifetime

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