We had some major thunderstorms come through last night. I honestly can’t explain the excitement I felt when I woke up around 1 a.m. and heard RAIN. Actual rain. Falling from the sky.
I was half-tempted to go just stand out in it.
Until the lightning flashed and lit up our entire bedroom.
We’re in the midst of a major drought and so the rain was much needed. Not to mention it cooled temps down to a fall-like 98 degrees.
But the thunder kept us all awake last night and so Caroline and I slept in until 10:00 a.m. I would feel bad about that except I totally don’t. I paid my 6 a.m. dues for many a morning for the last seven years and feel like I deserve the occasional late morning wake up call.
Eventually we got dressed and met AJ and her nephew, Wilson, for lunch. Gulley and her boys joined us as well and Gulley and I got great delight from watching AJ deal with a three year old who did NOT want to eat his chicken fingers while there was fun to be had and big kids to impress.
Later in the afternoon, Gulley and I ventured back to the pool with the kids. As God is our witness, we will not let the grill issues steal our pool joy. We intend to persevere and sneak in some sandwiches if it comes to that. But as we set our stuff down on some lounge chairs, I realized we are both suffering from some lingering grill bitterness because the “manager” of the pool grill walked right by us and Gulley said, “If he’d spend as much time worrying about the pool grill as he spends trying to keep those sunglasses balanced backwards on his head, maybe we could get our chicken fingers”.
Because, yes, we have determined part of the grill issues seem to lie with the grill “manager” who appears to be all of nineteen years old, wears Oakley sunglasses backwards on his head, black Vans high-tops unlaced and yesterday had on a shirt that declared “SAVE SECOND BASE” in hot pink neon letters. Yes, it was a shirt to support the fight for breast cancer but I bet I’m not the only mother who doesn’t really want to explain the concept of second base to my child unless we’re talking about baseball.
So now I’m going to have to put on my old fogey hat and my grandma pants and complain to someone with some actual authority.
And speaking of my old fogey hat, Gulley and I were sitting in some lounge chairs by the deep end watching the kids dive and do the pencil and, in Will’s case, CANNONBALL!!!! There was about a fourteen year old girl sitting right in front of us with her legs dangling in the pool while multiple teenage boys did various flips and jack-knives in an attempt to impress her because nothing says YOUNG LOVE like a double twist with a flip by a boy who has yet to grow real chest hair.
Gulley and I were in the middle of a discussion about television and somehow began to reminisce about the summer that MTV first appeared and how there were some parents who were totally opposed to all things MTV and its evil cousin, Friday Night Videos. Then Gulley asked, “Do they even make music videos anymore?”
And I said, “I don’t know. The only station that I ever see play music videos is CMT.”
“What about VH-1? Do they play videos?”
“I don’t know. Every time I turn it on they just have on movies like Footloose or something about Michael Jackson.”
“That’s true. And all MTV has on are shows like Jersey Shore or The Real World/Road Rules Part 700. Remember when they used to play stuff like that A-Ha video for “Take On Me” that had all that cool animation?”
“YES! Whatever happened to the music video?”
It was right at this moment that Gulley and I both saw that teenage girl sitting in front of us turn her head to give us a side glance and then ROLL HER EYES as she let out an AUDIBLE SIGH. As if to convey, “Who let Maude and Hazel into the pool?”
And I feel it’s important to document this because I guess it means yesterday was the day we officially became a couple of old biddies sitting by the pool. We might as well have been talking about our rheumatism.
But, seriously, do they still make music videos?
And, if so, do they ever play them on MTV?