Facebook stalking at it's finest!

So I have found out that I have a new Facebook stalker. My mom. It's funny, because when we get together she'll bring up certain posts that I have made and try and work it into a conversation. For example, "The other day I saw that you were attacked by a dog...." Granted, there was a dog experience that happened, but the way she brought it up was so random. She tends to "remind" me that my grandparents are on Facebook and read everything too. Ummm, I'm aware mom.

The most classic one that happened was my mention of T-Pain when I was on a boat. (I'm on a m*ther f*cking boat!) I took a picture of myself and referred to T-Pain...completely confusing my mom. "Who is T-Pain? Did he take the picture?" Ha, I think even my grandparents knew who T-Pain was which is even more hysterical.

LOL. I am wondering if I'll be the exact same way as my mom when my son is my age....but really, who know how we'll be communicating 25 years from now.

Funny Sh*t My Son Says

*For those of you who read my FB status updates, these might be a bit redundant, but I had to write them in my blog so when I am 80 and I can't remember my own name, I can look back on my "cool" blog that I had when I was younger and read about these funny moments.

Son: If I wore socks on my hands would my fingernails grow slower?
Me: What?
Son: Well, because my toe nails grow a lot slower than my fingernails.

Son: I want a huge 63" TV in my college dorm. (said when he was 12)
Me: Clearly, no studying will be done in your room if that happens. Well, whatever you do make sure to call me every week.
Son: Ok, I will when I can but I might be hanging out with my girl.

Son: I'm watching that! (This said to me when referring to the Lingerie Football League where girls are basically Victoria's Secret models in shoulder pads running around on the football field.)
Me: I bet.
Son: Mom, I'm growing up....and I really just want to see the football.

Son: Let's roll out hot. (meaning, let's go)

Me: So who did you sit with at lunch today?
Son: No one.
Me: What? Why not? What happened to sitting with your one friend...
Son: He cusses a lot and I don't want to start cussing, so I'd rather sit alone
- next day -
Me: Who did you sit with today at lunch?
Son: My friend (the cuss friend). I told him that if he cusses that I would shove a donut up his nose.

The Boys of Fall

It's football time agin in my household and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love how excited my boy is being a part of a team. Despite the bumps, sprains, bruises and pain, he pushes through it all. That's my boy....my boy who is all football.

"Every man at some point in his life is going to lose a battle. He is going to fight and he is going to lose. But what makes him a man is at the midst of that battle he does not lose himself. This game is not over, this battle is not over." -Coach Taylor, Friday Night Lights.