May 17, 2013
The Scourge of Auto Correct
So it's been a bit nutty and I've had a lot to post on, but it just gets lost in my head.
Like how much I miss having a 4 year old in the house. They observe everything and say anything.
Ringo's Court of Honor is Sunday. We have nearly 70 people coming. Meanwhile, Bones' big performance is Sunday night.
This marker I'm placing in St. Augustine? It has taken on a life of its own. It's becoming a big deal with publicity and originally I thought really I was the only one who cared... emotionally attached... but that's not the case.
I got tunnel vision. I've been working on it for so long, that I never bothered to look around me and realize that there were others watching that wanted to partake either because of the significance or to celebrate the accomplishment.
So... I'm a bit on low freak... blocks of rooms for hotels, sound systems, refreshments, invitations... blah blah blah.
But it's all good and this post is to end with laughing.
A couple months ago Teresa of Technicalities posted a link to the funniest auto-corrects ever. I commented about the horror show that occurred last year when I was on a vocal trip.
I never posted this. It's just too... awful. But I'm in the midst of getting a new phone, so VW took a snapshot of the txt fiasco so I wouldn't lose it. My phone doesn't have that screen shot thingy that others have.
There is no need for an introduction really... this is it... the humiliation of it in its fully glory.
When this occurred, I freaked. There was a Mom sitting across from me who watched this whole thing unfold. She started to laugh so hard, she just about fell over. I was about to cry, I was so horrified.
Someone told the choral directors, who have teased me ever since. I thought I'd get walked off the trip.
Imagine my utter horror when they informed me that said 7th grade boy who received said message is the son of a Pastor. Love that.
Flash forward to about 6 months ago, the boy came up to Bones and said, "Bones... you know that message I got from your Mom last year? That means she had that word in her phone..."
It took him 6 months to realize that. Made me feel like a bigger heel...
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I definitely have fuck in my phone, but try as I might I can't make it turn thx! Into fuck!
I know how horrified you must be, but I'm little disappointed.posted by K-nine on May 19, 2013 07:30 AM
I have no idea... it has not happened since. Ghastly... absolutely ghastly...posted by Bou on May 19, 2013 07:55 AM
Reminds me of the text I got from our realtor, who texted without her reading glasses. I had retreated to a local restaurant with the boys while she staged an open house and I wanted to know if it was a success.
Me: So how did it go?
Realtor: Great. I served wine and had a big bowl of smack on the table. People seemed to loved it.
Me: I guess we'll sell it intantly if you're offering buyers free smack.
Realtor: No, not smack. Snacks. I really need my glasses.
I still think we would have gotten full asking price if we'd listed the open house with the tagline: Free heroin for anyone who drops by.
I hope she got Lasik with her commission....
Today at Ringo's Court of Honor, one of the Dads was telling me that his wife, who is a friend of mine, was with a group of her friends today. They have a friend dying of cancer... a horrific scenario. So they were all around drinking today, talking about him and his life.
So the husband was in the car and he'd texted his wife earlier, worried about her, asking her how she was doing. She didn't answer immediately. About an hour later, his phone buzzed with a text and since he was driving, he handed it to their 10 year old and said, "Tell me what it says..." and his 10 year proceeds to read, "It's from Mom. She said... I'm getting f*cking Wasted..." Bwhahahahaha!
He was horrified, snatched the phone out of his hand and said, 'you misread that...'posted by Bou on May 19, 2013 03:17 PM
Thanks for adding some levity to my day! :)posted by PeggyU on May 20, 2013 08:23 PM
I went through my phone. Each one of those letters is close to a thx. the K must've been a finger fluke.posted by Bou on May 20, 2013 09:35 PM
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It's been a crazy week here. My niece left on Wednesday with my sister in tow. My Mom is here and we're having a great time.
My eldest son's graduation was on Monday night. During his rehearsal on Monday, at 1:00, the following text messages took place:
Ringo: I assume you're gunna make me a giant banner
Ringo: You're gunna make a banner to bring with you right, ma!
Ringo: Be just like everyone else.
Me: Is everyone making a banner?
Ringo: I don't think so. Gotta be different ma!
Me: You may regret this...
Ringo: I doubt it.
Me: You don't know what I'm putting on it!
Ringo: You gotta get the banner paper and all that.
Ringo: No? How are you gunna make a big banner then?
Me: Stop it. Just brace yourself. It won't be big.
And so it was then 1:30, graduation was at 7, but I had to be there at 5:45 for something, which meant I had 4 hours and 15 minutes to create a banner, get it made at Staples (they were running a $20 special), Staples had to make it, I had to pick it up, and be at graduation.
The reason I said he didn't know what I was going to put on it is because I intended to put his nickname... for everyone to see.
This is Monday night with his brothers.
The boys said later, "Mom, how did you pick THAT picture?" to which I replied, "Look, I had 30 minutes to get it made. I had to have it to Staples by 2:00. I picked the photo I found on the desktop. I needed one, there was one, that's what got used."
It was a great graduation. Son#4 was Valedictorian and gave the absolute best speech I have ever heard. It was personal to the student body, stories from their being together and about teachers, and we laughed throughout. No sage advice from an 18 year old, just good memories that made us all laugh hysterically, and made everyone feel good about themselves. (Sidenotes: For those new here, Son#4 is a young man who's Mom is one of my best friends. We were pregnant together.)
It was a good night.
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When he comes up here in the fall, make sure he knows he can call me when he needs a home cooked meal or a break from school :)
I will tell him! We also have family in the area, so he knows there is a go-to family there too. I suspect... nobody will ever hear from him. We'll get a call when he needs money...posted by Bou on May 17, 2013 10:45 PM
It's just not possible that he's a graduate. Congrats to Ringo and congrats to his parents!posted by Leigh on May 17, 2013 11:28 PM
Congratulations!!! What a fine looking bunch of boys! :Dposted by PeggyU on May 18, 2013 03:04 AM
Wow. Just Wow. He is a great man. And my boys will miss him as well.posted by vwbug on May 18, 2013 01:25 PM
The banner photo kinda makes him look like Marlon Brando....when Brando was actually good looking.
And I see that Mr. Fashionista is rockin' the color orange with a retro tie. I tell you...this kid will have a career in fashion!
Cheers to much success for all three of them!posted by DogsDontPurr on May 18, 2013 08:21 PM
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May 13, 2013
Not So Sassy
Bones and I were in the car today and we had the following conversation. My four year old niece, my sister, Morrigan, and my Mom are visiting.
Bones: The Great Flambina is sassy.
Me: Sassy. You can tell already?
Bones: Oh yeah. She's sassy. So is Aunt Mo.
Me: You think Aunt Mo is sassy?
Bones: Oh yeah. Definitely.
Me: Am I sassy?
(I'm going through this conversation now wondering if sassy is a good thing? I think big energy, fun, laughing. Sassy.)
Me, wondering if I should offended: So Aunt Mo is sassy and I'm not. Why is Aunt Mo sassy?
Bones: I can see her hanging out with her posse laughing. Hanging out with the girls.
Me, wondering what he pictures of me: Do you see me hanging out with a bunch of girls?
Bones: Nope. I see you hanging out with a bunch of guys.
Heh. We've been laughing. I told him I hang with individual girls.
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Well, out here in Los Angeles, "sassy" is sort of a euphemism for "gay." Usually, I've heard it in reference to guys. Like, Wow! He's kinda sassy, no?!
But, it could refer to both sexes, I suppose. Especially since you mention girls hanging out with girls. It could just be a reference to being ultra fem.posted by DogsDontPurr on May 13, 2013 10:44 PM
LOL Leave it to Bones. And I will say I'm not sassy either. ;)posted by Teresa on May 14, 2013 01:25 PM
Bones continues to see things others miss... good for the Great Flambina! Girls need some sass... something which I have always lacked in abundance. ;)posted by pam on May 15, 2013 07:23 AM
Tell Bones from one who knows that he should see you in action at a blogmeet. THEN he'd see you hanging with the chicks, and happily.posted by Omnibus Driver on May 15, 2013 04:26 PM
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