he DEFIED me. a Snoop! v 5

sooooooooo, 
THIS is what Tristen's Facebook posts 
would look like, 
if he had a Facebook... 
which he shouldn't, 

cause last time he asked me if he could have one, 
I said No... 

ambiguous jobs at Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory and 

"people you may know" notifications featuring UofO alumni, 

cause FB thinks he graduated from there

{he dated himself born in 1980.  like me}

profile pics throwin' the #1 after the golf tourney win

{he's 11.  he's working on the profile pic perfection}

deep provoking thoughts that provoke deep responses such as: 

"My Swag is like a Skater's Jeans, it's always Tight..."

{ohmygoodlooord.  tweens.  seriously}

and photos of his "dog pimpin ice cold"

{pimpin' ice cold?  what rap song did he get that from?  
prob something his mom listened to back in the day.. slap her!}

It'd been awhile since I "Snooped" but good thing I did!  The Facebook Notification in the inbox induced a high squealed whhhhaaaaat?!! from my throat as my heart sunk to the bottom of the ocean and I knew I was gonna have to pull on those "hard-ass-mom-pants" and come down on the boy for going behind my back and opening a FB account when I told him no.  Turns out he had already set it up, THEN asked me, and then failed to inform me that he had already set it up when I said "No".  Suffice it to say, today is the first day of the all week grounding. No TV, No Internet, No after-school gym, and Bed an hour early. All week. Happy Monday to me.  ;) 

-m-

Mimi reads my blog?!! a Snoop! v 4

If you caught Snoop v 3 you know that Miss Mimi was not giving up.  

After the disappointment of T's lack of response to the "do you like me, yes or no" note {here in Snoop v 1}, she ignored him for a bit, but then the girl in her got the best of her, and she tried again.  

To no avail.  

Or so I thought...

ooooh snap!
good choice on her part,
bring up some electronics.

These pics are coming to you live from the bathroom floor.  i was a hot mess when i saw some messages from Mimi on the phone and RESPONSES from T.  T was sitting at the kitchen counter doing homework, so i did the only thing i could do and ran to the bathroom, shut the door, sat on the floor, and started taking pics from my phone of his phone.  a second or 60 later i hear T:

T: "mom!  WHAT are you doing?? are you taking pictures in the BATHROOM!?"

M: "Nooooooooooo!  jeez bird!  I'll be out in a minute!"

shoot.
she caught him in a bored moment.
boredom is the root of ALL evil.  
all of it.

and THIS is where it hit me.  

Mimi reads my blog.

Remember when I said in the last Snoop ~ and I quote ~ 


"Mimi: hey girl, it's always worth another shot. ..  But, you should have asked a question or something.  ... He doesn't know if you're still gonna have to talk about the whole-being-mad-thing, or if you just want to talk basketball."



She reads my blog.
Holy Crap!  
I gave her the goods, she used them, and they WORKED.  
Last time I do THAT. 

-m-

A Snoop! v.3

i did it.
snooped.
again.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012:  
Tristen:  Are yo mad at me ? 
[Mimi did not respond]

Mother's Note to the Children:

Tristen: you straight up got ignored.  This means one of two things.

1. She's figured out that playing hard to get, gets you muuuuuch further with a boy, and that's why she didn't respond.
2. She is PIST and ignoring you is the most heinous form of disrespect and intolerance there is.  If you really really REALLY want to show someone just how mad you are:  Ignore them.  There is nothing worse.  Nothing.  That said, I must take this moment to say~ if you were torn up about it, you could have talked to your mother about it.   Just sayin'. I would have felt the pain with you.  Or I could have told you that bombing her with further texts and maybe a flower would have gotten you an answer.  Now you know.  

Mimi:  I have mad respect for you.  Though at 11 years old, I think you have learned rather young the ways of the boy.  And I think I'd rather you stay away from my boy.  

Saturday, May 5, 2012:
Mimi:  Hey its mimi
[Tristen did not respond]

Mother's Note to the Children:

Mimi: my dear.  Did you think he deleted your name from his phone?  That's what GIRLS do.  Not boys.  No need to inform him of who you are, you're still in the phone sweetie.

Tristen:  really, no response at all?  Son, that's just rude.  See #2 above.



Friday, May 18, 2012:
Mimi:  Hey 
[it cut out of the screen, but it's there]
[Tristen did not respond]

Mother's Note to the Children:


Mimi:  hey girl, it's always worth another shot.  That's what I say.  Kuddos.  But, you should have asked a question or something.  Something to warrant a response.  "hey" is just not gonna get a response after all that has happened honey.  He doesn't know what to say.  He doesn't know if you're still gonna have to talk about the whole-being-mad-thing, or if you just want to talk basketball.  He's a boy.  He has no idea what to do with "hey".

Tristen:  "hey" is an opportunity my son.  It may not sound like one, but it is.  But.  Maybe you really don't like her.  And since I'm just going to assume and wish on a falling star that That is truly the case, your mother is signing off to go do the happy dance.

Snoop v.1 {here}

Snoop v. 2 {here}

Till the next snoop...

-m-

Snoop Follow Up!

Tristen sent a text to Mimi.  

to date, she has not responded.  

my guess?  Mimi's mad.

or she's just a very very smart little girl. 

we do learn young, don't we? :)

-m-

ps. if you missed the Snoop, click here  

If he read my blog, I wouldn't post this.. and A Question.

Okay, so.  I wouldn't be a good parent if I didn't snoop, right?  I mean, after kids do crazy things, isn't there a resounding world-wide, echoing howl that says "hooooow did the parents not knoooow???"  Right? Well, I refuse to be that parent.  So I snoop on my boys phone.  *AND*    Even though Rhett "Strongly Suggest's I don't" post this, Tristen doesn't read my blog, so I don't feel sooo bad about it.  Someday I'll tell him he can go check my blog archives from April 2012, the spring of his 5th grade year, and he'll appreciate the memory.  I am sure of it. 

Now.  Onto my snoop.

K, so, there is a girl, Mimi, in T's class that has had a crush on him for days.  The bball coach was the first to bring it to my attention cause poor T got beat in bball by little miss Mimi one day after school.  Big miss Mimi actually.  I saw her for the first time about a month ago during the school play.  The girl is Tall and Gorgeous. 

I cleaned T's room while he was gone for spring break and found 2 crumpled up little notes, stuffed up on the very top shelf of his closet under a big pile of crappola, and they read: 

Do you like me?

"insert a box here"  Yes

"insert a box here"  Maybe

"insert a box here"  No

I knew then that things were getting serious.  And poor miss Mimi.  She apparently didn't get an answer with those two notes.  It makes me wonder how those two poor notes ended up stuffed way up there in his closet.  Were they passed from Mimi's BFF to Tristen's BFF to Tristen?  Did T promptly stuff them in his pocket without reading them, and then when he got home, he was mortified and stuffed them up in the one place he thought no one would ever find them?  I don't know.  I don't want to embarrass him by asking him.  Though, they are now pinned on his corkboard in his room.  He hasn't discovered them yet.  

I've asked him innocently here and there about Mimi and he's just sheepish and won't tell me a thing.  "Is Mimi your girlfriend?".  "Nooo MOM".  oh.  "Does she still like you?"  *total eye roll and exit from the room*  "I don't knoooow mom.  Jeez."  And that is that.  

So I check T's phone.  Particularly the convo's with his bestie, Ian.  That's where the goods are.   

 "It all hit his head??"

whaaat!!?!  

bahahhahaaaahaha.

and "she's not right" 

and of course, the perfect response:

"Wow"

boys.  

it starts young, doesn't it.  

*SMH*

At least I know my boys' head is on straight. 

And I told his dad, 

so hopefully the dad-son "Mimi" convo will go farther then the mom-son convo,

I guess he just doesn't like to talk to me about it.  

So says his dad. 

But, I need to know what's going on with my kiddo, right?

So I snoop.  

which leads me to my question.  

Would you/do you snoop?

Just wonderin' :)

-m-