BAM

I have a confession to make. I punked Bam Margera

In return.... I learned a valuable lesson, thou shall not steal. No matter what the circumstance.

We were on a cruise. Not able to trick my inner clock, I rose every morning at five am. I became familiar with the fellow cruisers who rose (and smoked) at this hour. Sharing an ashtray with one of the m. He pulled out a cell phone, flashed a few pictures and asked me if I knew who "Bam" was? I didn't.... but said that I did.

Bam.... From MTV.... Jackass... ok, I know Jackass... sure, I know who Bam is...

Well, Wouldn't you know it, he was on our ship!!!!!! Whoooooo!!!!! (I guess)

One night, Brian and I found ourselves elbow to elbow with Bam at the ship's hippest bar. We watched his entourage flow about him, and couldn't help but notice his infamous purple scarf. As he and his friends departed the scene, I couldn't help but notice that they had left pictures behind. Influenced by Captain Morgan, I casually slid the pictures our way, suggesting that they were our pictures. All the while, I'm thinking of how cool of a mom I was going to be, coming home with pictures of BAM.

Brian and I giggled about the stolen pictures for three days. Finally, the truth had come out. The phone in our cabin started to ring. This never happens, and couldn't be good.... It was Royal Carribean security... wanting to know if I had Bam's pictures... they suggested, "Can you check your photos, maybe you picked them up by mistake?"

Oh my, how did they know?

I ultimately did the right thing...... yes, after doing the wrong thing.....

I took the pictures to the security desk and turned them over.

So..... I have no proof..... but, I did "punk" Bam....

The Other Mothers

I have a problem..... Being a mother of five, I find it hard to get along or bond with other mothers. Of all of my childrens friends, there are three mothers whom I feel comfortable around.

I can see through people, some wreak of false pretenses, others freighten me with their gossip driven intrigue. I've met some who've judged me based upon my daughters' athletic abilities. I've met some who have attempted to recruit me into their religious cult. I got a Christmas card from one who wants to sell me a house.
I recently met one who really crossed the line, and totally pissed me off. I need to tell the story....

The twins had softball practice on Tuesday and asked if they could ride home from school on the same bus as a teammate who lives very close to the park where practice was to be held. Practice was scheduled for six, and a wicked storm started brewing at five. I called the twins, and we'd agreed that the weather was too poor, practice would surely be cancelled. I'd be picking them up from their friends house at five thirty. I pulled into the driveway unaware of what I'd soon experience.

The mother walked out to the window of my car and said, "I called the coach, he's still going to try to practice. I told the girls I'd take them to the field at six." Though it was not raining, the sky was black. I'd come across downed trees from the storm that had just passed and another was surely on its way. I'm also considering the fact that I live on the other side of town and was also toting around the baby. There couldn't be practice. The field was surely flooded. I kindly told the mother, "Thank you, but I think I'm just going to take my girls home. We live on the other side of town, and it really looks like its going to start raining again, so we'll have to take the chance of them missing practice."

She walked away.... her daughter called out, "Mom, Mom, come back.... look at baby Addie".... The mother put her hand in the air and smirked, "pssh, No Thanks".

To a baby......

I have to see her again, at softball practice....

Tonight......