OK . . maybe I wasn’t the perfect child but I was darned close. Thankfully my mom and dad don’t comment on my blog, even though they read it. I made good grades, I took care of my stuff, I came in when I was supposed to (except that one New Year’s party –sorry mom!), I rarely got in trouble at school (if you don’t count 8th grade), I never got a speeding ticket or had a wreck. My sister pretty much took care of making up for my good behavior so it wasn’t like raising two kids was a piece of cake for my parents. And, when I got to be about 23 or 24, I kinda went crazy. I specifically remember some of those shenanigans and will dare not repeat them here! Mom told me once about that time that I had more sense when I was 15 than I had then.
Maybe growing up like I did, is why I have such a hard time dealing with Chad . . though it seems it’s a whole lot of his generation . . not just Chad. Here are some of our latest conversations — all three of these happened within the last two days — that have me scratching my head and praying really hard!
Chad is not a good student! It isn’t because he isn’t capable — he’s darned lazy. He thought it was the nicest compliment that one of his favorite teachers in high school told him he was brilliant but lazy.
Me: Chad, you really need to decide what you want to do with your life. You’re going to get your 2 year degree in December and you have to go somewhere else to finish your education.
Chad: I think I’ll go to University of Tulsa. They have a really good petroleum engineering program.
Me: Petroleum engineering?? Chad! I’m not so sure about that.
Chad: Hey . . petroleum engineers work out in the Gulf and I could catch some really big fish while out there.
So, he wants to go to University of Tulsa, major in petroleum engineering (not gonna happen) so he can fish off the oil rigs!
Transmission Fluid vs. Motor Oil
This conversation occurred at dinner. I thought Vince was going to choke!
Chad: You know, all that time I thought I was checking the oil in my car — that’s the transmission!
Vince: You DIDN’T put motor oil in there, did you?
Chad: *I* didn’t! (meaning maybe someone else did . . but *he* didn’t!)
No wonder the transmission just got replaced!
Chad loves fishing and has recently decided he loves hunting. I hate guns so it’s been a battle. He doesn’t own a gun but his friends do and they have been going dove hunting. Chad was also borrowing their orange vest and bought his orange vest and cap while at work yesterday.
Chad: I’m sure glad you don’t have to wear that orange vest and cap when deer hunting!
Me: CHAD! You DO!!
Chad: No way! Deer would see that. You dress totally in camo when hunting deer.
Me: Chad, you wear orange so other hunters can see you and not mistake you for a deer.
Chad: If someone thinks I’m a deer, they shouldn’t be out hunting!
We should’ve known early on! Chad was 3 or 4 in this picture. See the orange line? We painted that line near the end of the driveway. THOU SHALT NOT CROSS THE LINE! Look where he’s standing . . one foot across the line. Look at his expression! I can cross it if I want to! Even if he was a difficult child and a more difficult young man, he’s still a cutie!