Skid Marks or the Lack There Of...

I'm teaching my son how to drive. Well, actually my husband and I are teaching him together but lately the bulk of the task has landed in my lap. After all, when my van was out of commission if I wanted to run any errands during the day, I'd rely on him to take me. He certainly didn't complain. What car lover could resist driving this anyway?


Not my 16 year old son!

One afternoon, I asked Nickolaus to drive me to the store. He was ecstatic. Of course. On the way there I'd tell him everything to do. Slow down here, stop, turn left, slow down, watch your speed, slow down, slow down....STOP! I'm sure by now you have a picture in your mind of what I'm talking about.

So, on the way back I decided I would not tell him what to do. He has been driving for a few months, I shouldn't have to tell him EVERYTHING, should I? After what happened next, clearly I do.

Nickolaus is driving about 35-40, not bad. He's obeying the speed limit. We are approaching a light and left hand turn. I wait for Nickolaus to brake and slow down. Nickolaus does not. I wait patiently. No braking. Still waiting. Still waiting. Nickolaus begins his turn. Holding on for dear life I can stand it no longer. SLOW DOWN!!! He does slightly as he completes the turn and approaches a red traffic light.

Silence.

Nickolaus looks at me with a sheepish grin and I quote:

"Mom, if I hadn't slowed down, I think I could have gone on two wheels! I could have even made skid marks!"

I probably don't want to share my reply. So I won't. Let's just say it was a lecture about being a responsible driver, blah, blah, blah.

Nickolaus replies:

"But mom.... I've never driven before. I've never had the opportunity to make skid marks, you have."

Hmmmm....I sympathize...NOT!!!

This post is linked to Monday Madness at the Tuckers Take Tennessee.

Gotta love those teenagers

Yesterday we were enjoying a lovely afternoon, between rain showers, stroll through the botanical garden to see the Treewok Village, but the fun didn't start there. No way, the real fun didn't start until after we saw the Treewoks. Somehow when I was distracted taking pictures, the boys decided it was time to do a little bit of horsing around. I don't know about you, but in our house once this starts, it isn't long before one or both of them end up really ticked off.

So, this was my first indication that something was askew... I turned around to see my boys racing down the path... and in case you wonder...YES...one neglected to wear his belt and is trying to keep his pants from falling down.

Never fear, the crisis was averted and we were able to once again enjoy a leisurely stroll. They even posed for a couple pictures...these should alert you to the kind of mood they were in.
Do the words ornery teenagers come to mind?

Anyway, when they saw the swingset they just couldn't resist and all was well...for the first two minutes.

Then my son insisted that he wanted to swing on the little disc-swing-thingy...and away he went....
...he wasn't happy swinging a little bit. NO...he had to swing as high as he possible could...
...and when he didn't think he was high enough, he enlisted his brothers help and this is where it really gets interesting...I think the final picture says it all...

We checked to make sure he was okay. He was and surprisingly, he picked himself up, wiped himself off and decided they were just having fun.

All is well that ends well, right?

I do love my teenagers!

This post is linked to Monday Madness at the Tuckers Take Tennessee.

You Guessed It...

still wondering what's under the cover? How about a peek....



My young 'un bought his very first car. Not just any car...he bought a 1981 Chevy Camaro Z28. Oh boy, does he think he's something! Only now that he actually took turns driving it with his dad all the way from Ohio to Alabama, he's decided to finally agree with us that maybe, just maybe, he could find a car that would be a better fit for his over 6 foot tall frame. Preferably something with a bit more knee and head room. So...he's considering a trade-in.

Sigh...at least he's learning...

Look What the Kid Brought Home...

...any guesses on what's under this cover???