The Lies

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I had the most interesting conversation with my oldest grandson recently.  We were discussing school and goals.  He is under the impression that having a YouTube page and followers is a career goal.  So I challenged him to give me specific examples of this actually working.

He cited some 17 year old boy that “quit high school, has a bunch of followers, and is making millions.  He even bought his mom a new house.”  Hmm…really?  I countered with, “but how do you KNOW he’s really making millions?”  To which he replied, “because his mom said so.”  Hmmm…this was heading down an interesting road.  I said, “you don’t think his mom would say anything to help his rating?”  And then the statement I feared, “Mom’s don’t lie!”  Wow…where to go…”Need I remind you of the Santa Claus incident?”  Yes, I went there!

Now, this is not the first time I have heard this line of thinking.  We have seniors writing senior papers about this career goal.  So I will concede that there are people with enough internet followers that they are making SOME money.  But millions?  In actual money…like money you could pay the bills with…not free stuff?

Our next step was for me to “walk down this road” with him.  So I said, “let’s assume that there is someone making millions with a YouTube channel.  What specifically could you offer that isn’t already out there?”  He said, “I want to make a YouTube channel of me playing my video games.”  Hmmm….next problem.  These kids really believe that they can make millions playing a game.  I stated that this was already done.  He needed something unique…not eating Tide Pods…not doing stupid stuff…but a real unique “need” for the world.  I even gave real solutions…find a math problem you yourself couldn’t solve and show how to solve it…find a real world problem and find a solution…something actually useful.

I know that media is the best babysitter ever…I get it!  I totally get it!   Matter of fact, I’m a little jealous it wasn’t around when I raised my own children.  And I’ve witnessed the on-off switch that happens when a child is handed the cell phone.  It’s magic!  So it’s no wonder that kids are enamored with the hopes of finding eternal “magic” and career possibilities with this “thing” that can make you millions without any real work.

And if you haven’t watched kids “watch” media these days, you’re missing the boat.  They are no longer interested in movies and music.  They want to watch real people doing real things…for hours!  Media is changing so quickly and so are our kids.  The things we feared on the Internet 10 years ago are no longer of interest to our kids.  They’re in awe of fellow teens doing stupid stuff.  Once again, I don’t know the answer to this dilemma…I just know that it is one.  And if you think you’re kids aren’t part of this…what did Santa bring you last year?

 

The big move

My last night at my house…people keep asking if I’m going to miss it. I’ve thought about that in the last couple of days…mostly because I don’t have cable and it’s forcing some introspection on my part. 

This is the longest I’ve lived in one location…ever. 10 years. Half of Chase’s life. He seems much more nostalgic about the move than I do but he’s being helpful and supportive…although he’s decided my new condo (historic loft built in the 1880’s) is haunted based only on its age. As long as it’s haunted enough to force adulthood, the spirits are working their magic well. 

I’ve been a gypsy my whole life I think. A place doesn’t anchor me. My people anchor me and as I get older I realize how vital those people are to the world I want to inhabit. I’m really excited about this new move…feels like I’m moving into the next stage of my life somehow…not sure why but it just does. 

My BFF came by and walked the loft with me so I’d have a visual for the movers tomorrow. Lisa is going through so much chaos in her family right now and I don’t know how she’s getting done what is getting done…but if you’ve never met the goal-setting, check off the list, keep it moving, mentality that is the ball of fire we call Lisa, you’re missing out. Please continue to pray for her brother who is continuing to have difficulty and hospitalized….even while his old house closed today and his new house closes tomorrow and the family is moving 2 hours away. Again, the tornado that is Lisa has it under control. Or at least the illusion of control…and that’s really all that matters. 

My oldest friend, Tammie, is also still spending as many moments as she can with her grandmother who is on her last days. She raised Tammie so it’s like she’s losing a parent. This getting old and growing up and dealing with grown up things is exhausting!

Movers in the morning. Hopefully closing on my house on Wednesday. The new adventure starts this week. And then school will start in three weeks and interfere with that adventure. 

Things I’ve noted during the move:

  • I have a lot of crap I don’t need. 
  • Downsizing and getting rid of unnecessary stuff is cathartic (listening Dad?). 
  • I really should dust more. Maybe my ghost cleans. 
  • Is it rude to leave stuff for the new owners (nice silk curtains that match the walls; shelving in the basement; Waterhose on a nice spinning holder; my alcohol in the freezer)?
  • How clean are you supposed to leave the house?  Like perfect?
  • Are you supposed to tip movers?  One is the owner of the company. 

My new mattress comes tomorrow and since I’ve been sleeping on a blow up mattress for several days, it will be heaven. The interesting thing will be how I’m going to handle floor to ceiling windows that have only blinds on them…lots of beautiful morning sun but I may have to change my “I hate mornings” way of thinking. 

I’m glad you guys are going on this journey with me. 

The “wall”

ISo tonight’s discussion is “if we’d (the old people) had Internet when we were young, what famous boy would we have lots of pics of on our phones?  Amy could remember hers (Kirk Cameron, Bruce Springsteen) but I could only remember one poster (our equivalent) and it was The Bee Gees. Yes, I’m really old!

We started the day cloudy and visiting the south beach where the waves were bigger and then came back to the pool and sunshine. Everyone got a little sun. 


Clearly one of Amy’s children has my gene color combination for good melanin. She and I are almost the same color. 

Then we went to Paula Deen’s Creek House which is very yummy.  Back to let Amy and the girls get in their 10,000 steps. 

Amy and daughters 

I joined them for the last leg of the walk so we could look for critters. The sun is barely peaking out before it’s final decent.  And below is the final night sky. 

We sat at the pool and chatted with neighbors and then went down to the dock to talk and a guy caught a baby shark. Nice eventful day. Fun to hang out and build relationships with my people. As I close off tonight I want to ask you to pray for a couple of my friends going through some really crappy family stuff. Lisa and Tammie would move mountains for those they love and are in a bind because  only God has control of these situations. Please keep them in your  prayers. 

Goodnight from me and Amy and the munchkins!

The Dream: Day 7

A whole week. Already!  Today is my  youngest son’s birthday. 19 years. Time sure does fly. This next week my oldest son and his family will join me here on Tybee for a little family time. My youngest grandson calls Tybee Island “Mimi’s Beach” which I think is very fitting. I’m calling for an official name change. 

Today was cloudy which was good because I’ve had plenty of sun for a few days. I tried out the new North Beach Grill. Very good. Entertaining. Sitting outside at the bar on the ocean is a cool experience. 


Fish tacos and sweet potato fries drizzled in balsamic vinaigrette. Very tasty. 

A little beach walking. Not as far as I’d have liked but it was typical Georgia humid today. Got some reading done. 

I thought it very fitting that I finished off the night with Lighthouse Pizza. Back when my teen was not too cool to be seen with me, we would come to Tybee and do late night runs to that pizza place. They’ve opened a newer one closer to my condo but the old one seemed nostalgic today especially since it’s his birthday today. 

And then home to a sunset that I wasn’t expecting since we didn’t really have much sun today. 

After Midnight

My grandmother always said “nothing good happens after midnight!” What is “good” is very relative and changes with age.

My 20 year old self: “oh my! We don’t even get dressed to go out until dark!” This is hysterical now because I can’t drive after dark…well I can…I just shouldn’t.

To my 19 year old son: “please don’t get in any trouble! And if you do, call your dad!:

And here is the reality of that statement…after 10pm, I’ve likely taken my Ambien and will not remember a single, solitary thing we talked about.

Hence this conversation with my BFF at lunch yesterday:

Me: we still going to Harrah’s Casino Thursday?

BFF: huh? (Total confusion)

Me: we had a whole conversation last night when you texted me after midnight.

BFF: we did?

Me: uh, yes we did. We talked about taking a day trip; what time we should leave; what ur wearing to a job interview tomorrow; a text you had earlier with a mutual friend…along with pics!

BFF: (getting her phone out and scrolling messages) hmmm…guess we did!

Me: Ambien?

In her defense, she’s a newbie to the Ambien amnesia. I can say that because I DID remember the conversation.  Matter of fact, I was already dreaming of what to do with my winnings.  But as a good friend I had shared my own hilarious experiences.

For example, Lord forbid you be on my shit list AND in my contact’s list. Let’s just say more than one man has disappeared from my life under what seemed like an un-called for disappearing act.

Giving essay writing advice to my son for his college essays…he DID pass English but barely and clearly not on the merits of my advice.

Personal advice…write your blog anytime the mood hits you, but DON’T post until morning! Trust me on this!

Ambien is like a truth serum so if you don’t want to know exactly what I think, don’t ask me after 10pm. On the other hand, if you’re my kid and you want permission or money, it’s hands-down your better option.

And for the love of God, do not use me as your one phone call from jail…I will often wonder why you’ve disappeared from my life so unexpectedly. And you will wonder where the hell I am, because I will possibly say I’m on my way to get you and go back to sleep. I’m so sorry! Don’t take Ambien while you’re in jail.

Anyone that calls me late at night and knows me well starts with “have you taken your Ambien yet?” before they proceed. I have smart friends.

Like all things in life…it’s relative. Best sleep of my life and a great excuse to tell it like it is!  If this is anything like my future, old lady, tell it like it is, self…I like it!  After all, “the truth will set you free” they say…unless you’re in jail…remember, don’t call me after 10pm!

Gotta love Steve Harvey

If you aren’t a lover of Steve Harvey, you are sorely missing out on some great entertainment.  I am particularly fond of his advice to young people and show it yearly to my high school students.  What I have found is that by the time students get to high school, they have been so conditioned to sit, absorb, and regurgitate that they are ill-prepared for a world that expects them to act….to think…to contribute.  And this is a terrible shame because, for the most part, these young kids are bright, respectful, and yearning to change the world.  Of course there are bad ones…always have been…but they are few and far between.  Our demise is not just around the corner as some would fear…at least not from the teenagers anyway.

As parents and teachers we must give them the skills to JUMP!  Resilience is vital.  Students need the buffer of the teen age years to mess up, regroup, and jump again.  Life is scary and fun, terrifying and triumphant, a roller coaster of emotions and events, but mostly, it’s very short…guidance and role models are essential.  I think Steve Harveyis a great example of doing something great with the powerful platform of entertainment.