Hairball!

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . January 10, 2011 . 9:13PM

My son is not necessarily a social butterfly, so, when it comes to social conventions, he doesn’t always hit the mark. His aunt “Cookie” is a Junior Varsity cheerleader and she desperately wanted us to come watch her cheer on a recent trip home during the holidays. AJ was really looking forward to this as he loves his Aunt Cookie and he really loves to watch sports games in person. As an added bonus, his cousin Lola was going to the game, as well, and there seemed to be no downside to his day.

We sat there and watched the game as Cookie came out during the time-outs to cheer. AJ was mesmerized by small-town basketball. As we sat together, however, I noticed that something was a little off. AJ was yelling when someone would hit an airball, but he wasn’t yelling “AIRBALL” like everyone else.

Not my son.

No. He was yelling “HAIRBALL! HAIRBALL! HAIRBALL!”

Immediately, my eyes welled up with tears and I couldn’t stop laughing. AJ is very sensitive and couldn’t figure out what was my problem. As I tried to calm down to tell him, eyes started turning my direction and I felt my mother’s steely glare on me as she wondered why I was mocking her grandson. Finally, I was able to calm down enough to tell them both why I was laughing. My mom immediately starting laughing and AJ looked at me with disgust.

“What? What else should I have said?”

As I explained WHY it was an airball and, thus, why we yelled airball at a player, I could see the little lightbulb go on over his head.

Sometimes, being a parent offers a rare treasure. I wasn’t laughing at him. Ok, I was, but you would have, too. The way kids perceive life is funny. The next time I’m at a game I can’t wait to see a hairball!

Internet friends

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . March 25, 2010 . 10:30AM

At CPAC, every time you turned around you could find someone you knew.  By this I mean that if you didn’t know them personally, you would recognize them from television, their blog, twitter or from pictures with your friends.  For me, this meant that CPAC felt like one big family reunion.  I’ll admit it:  I felt like a cool kid. 
 
My friends and Leon’s friends were there and those that were not were keenly missed.  Though there were thousands of people there, you couldn’t wander around without seeing someone you knew.  Even online friends were instantaneous friends.  This is the nature of and the intricacy of internet friendships.  You spend so much time speaking with someone online that it builds an immediate sense of comraderie and bond. 
 
This is not always a positive thing.  I’m fully aware of stalking and the like.  In this case, it was a delightful experience.  Please be careful who you talk to online.
 
By the end of CPAC, we’d formed our own mini-group.  The group was consulted before meals and definitely before going out in the evening.  Like-minded people who enjoy spending time together and who are at the same event sharing food:  what could be better? 
 
One evening, we headed out to get a very late bite.  Some of the participants wished to get a drink and we headed on to the bars on the strip to find a place to eat and settle down to talk for the night.  After walking for what seemed like an inordinate amount of time, but what was really only around a couple of blocks, we found the place that 3 different iphones had placed as THE place to be for the evening.  As we started to head in the door, with all of us pulling out our IDs, there was a problem.  Caleb’s license has expired.
 
Caleb is well beyond the legal age.
 
Caleb looks like a logger.  Caleb looks like his picture.  Caleb’s picture ID states that he is above the legal age.  The kid at the door, who couldn’t have been all that much above legal age himself, refused Caleb entry.  He stated that it was the “new thing” for kids to use outdated IDs to get into bars.  Clearly, the ID was Caleb’s.  The kid again refused and stated that “in the DC stings bars were being busted for things just like this.”  At this point, Caleb’s brother Ben came to his defense and we left after words were exchanged. 
 
Be aware.  You might not be who you really are.
 
The silver lining was that the experience bonded the group even further and we returned to the hotel where we started and the bar and restaurant there.  This was also the place I’d suggested in the first place.  Before the walking and the argument.  To say I was smug would be true.  But we had a great “war story” and the group had a great evening. 
 
Yes, internet relationships are interesting.  I’ve met some of the best people of my life on the internet.
 
Here is to meeting many, many more.