I guess I still have stuff to write about regarding the open house at the Court. After this, I should be done.
When I married Capt I got the benefit of becoming part of his extended family and thereby having an aunt (pronounced 'awnt' in these here parts instead of the right way, 'ant') and uncle among other wonderful family members.
My new Aunt J was kind enough to get me out of a bind and lend me the family coffee urn for the open house last week.
Since I still don't know how to make coffee that people can actually drink yet, I ordered already- made coffee from the local bakery and poured it into the urn. And presto no one had to know it wasn't made by me.
By the looks of it, the urn must have been around for a few decades, although it looks newly purchased. It has that 50's look, but it's odd because it looks brand new and out of place in these times.
After using it I brought it home to give it a good cleaning and set it on the kitchen counter/island right next to where my step-son sits when he eats his breakfast, when he plays computer games on his laptop or when he just feels like being a skutch to me while I'm cooking (Skutch means jokester in NY, I've had to explain that a few times).
My step-son has ADHD and it is very unusual for him to notice common, everyday things like a coffee urn on the counter. But this particular afternoon he did.
He had eaten breakfast Saturday morning and not noticed.
Later he had eaten lunch and not noticed.
But when his best friend came over to play an on-line combat video game together with their laptops....wait a second.....I have to stop here and just register my amazement at technology today, kids today bring their laptops to each others' houses and play games over the internet with other kids all over the world. When I was a kid I played jacks. And I loved it.
Anyways, in mid-slaughtering of an enemy soldier he screamed, "THERESA, WAS IS THAT OVER THERE????" I almost spit my water all over the kitchen when I instantly realized that he was afraid of the coffee urn. 
AFRAID OF THE COFFEE URN!!!
People, here he is shooting and eliminating soldiers, there is blood splatters on his screen and there sits a gentle coffee urn quietly next to him, minding its own business, and THAT he is afraid of.
After his dad and I explained what the coffee urn was he laughed and said, "That thing looks like it could kill someone." And his friend agreed.
Oh kids these days.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Kids These Days
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7 comments:
Too funny. Truly.
I loved playing jacks, too - we had tournaments in northern Minnesota at recess time when the sidewalks were finally available again. And a form of hop scotch that involved balls - not true hop scotch, but truly fun - what kind of ball you had made all the difference. Thanks for bringing up a good memory.
Dawn, I too was in jacks tournaments at recess and after school. I still get on the floor and play once in awhile.
I played jack and marbles. The coffee urn does look a little like a robot.
I've never seen a coffee maker kill someone, but I've tasted some coffee that may have.
LOL I am shaking my head.
The boy has a point: The urn looks like an old-fashioned robot from one of those 60's films about creatures from outer space.
And I haven't heard of "skutch" in a long time! My ex-hubby used to say that word. Doesn't it also convey an ANNOYING sort of prankster?
My God, you and I both have step-children with ADD.
What a handful.
Whew!
LOL now that was a funny story! Kind of makes you wonder what goes on in a kid's mind these days! lol xoxo
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