Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Feeling Old at Chez Ribbit

Ribbit's feeling old, my friends. When I sat the boy and girl to dinner tonight the boy yelled "Radical!" and the girl, "Awesome, Mamma!" I felt nostalgic and though to myself that some terms withstand the ages and remembered how cutting edge I felt when I said those same things way back when. Then....after dinner....the boy hit us with the doozie that makes all parents feel more ancient than bell bottoms and hoop skirts.

After the boy and girl were done with dinner tonight, the man was taking them upstairs and I heard the boy utter, "That's SOOO 90's" to something his father said with as much disdain and hatred as he could muster.
So 90's!? Wasn't that just yesterday? And this is after we served the boy and the girl a romantic dinner at Chez Ribbit replete with fancy dinner plates, princess costume (which you can't see beneath the table), neck tie, a fine white June 12 expiration 2%, and the only candles we had in the house.
I even talked like a blasted high dollar waiter AND was stiffed a tip. Rotten children. However, the boy made the happiest plate he has in a long while and ate all of his garden variety Dragon Tongue beans, so you'll see that addition in the side bar.

I'll spare you the girl flapping her hands by her ears like she was fending of demons and screaming, "Get them off, get them off!"
Then, in the ultimate you-know-you're-old-when moment, I seriously considered making a sign that warns all Japanese beetles that there will be no more fornicating in my garden. That's yucky. At least they're too preoccupied to realize it when I dump them in soapy water. How's that for a cold shower. How ya' like me now, you ruttin' fools. There will be no engaging in extra curricular activities on my watch.
The nerve of some bugs. The morning comes early. Sweet gardening dreams.

16 comments:

  1. Ah Ribbit, now you did it. You went and said the "F" word. You're going to get all those weirdos commenting on your blog again when they do a Google search for fornicating.

    Aren't you happy someone in your family actually likes Dragon Tongue beans? I hope we do, 'cause Dan sent me some, too ;-)

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  2. How moms and dads can be easily tickled with nostalgic elements... But that is what life all about. The past is ours, the future is uncertain, the present is still in the making... Cheers, happy gardening

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  3. I've been having some trouble with this time-business myself. Last week my brain wandered that direction and I realized as old as the 60's seemed to be in the late 80's (when I was in high school), that's how old the 80's are now. I'm not ready to examine the 90's. I may never be.

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  4. Granny, I did originally have a memo to Mr. Sketchy Google Search Man at the bottom of the entry, but I took it off. Funny how we both thought the same thing.

    Amy, there's no way we looked as goofy in the 90's as our parents did in the 60's and 70's. 80's...okay, we were goofy, but not the 90's. No way, no how.

    Bangchik, you're right on all points. I've been enjoying your recent pictures. Loved the geese!

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  5. The 80's were definitely the wierdest! (I'm an 80's girl myself!) Glad your son likes the beans, I can only get my son to eat like 3, and only if I bribe him! Dinner at Chez Ribbit sounds divine, if you ask me! And Japanese Beetles - blech, mine should be making their disgusting appearance all over my grape leaves any day now...

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  6. I officially feel old. I'm waiting for Jonathan to say, that's soooo 00's.

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  7. Between your post and the comments you guys are all so funny, thanks for making me smile this morning. I'm a late 80's early 90's guy myself...loved the 80's.:)

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  8. LOL! You just crack me up Ribbit.

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  9. Oh no, I hate to say it, but the 80's don't seem that long ago . . . don't tell me that the 90's are ancient history!

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  10. My childless friend and I were talking about people longing for children, and I suggested that a meal at my house might cool their jets a little bit. . . It's a longer-term investment than gardening, that's for sure. Good on one eating beans.

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  11. Kids sure have ways to remind us that we're not spring chickens anymore. Stuff like: "Hey, I didn't know you could run", or "He's an older guy, like you"

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  12. EG, the boy held the door at the library for me last week. He said he did it "because that's what you do for old ladies." The man coming in behind us spewed his soda through his nose.

    Stefaneener, I once thought teaching was the best birth control money could buy. Glad I tested the waters, but now I'll have a constant reminder of my age.

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  13. Oh, you have cracked me up- almost coffee on the keyboard.

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  14. Oh boy. What does that make us "children of the 60s" then? On second thought, don't answer that...

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  15. When our kids were little they used to tell us how uncool we were. I used to respond that it's a hereditary condition. They are starting, at ages 19 and 24, to understand...

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