17 31707 1*

When I was 14 I demanded a pager from my mother. I told her if I didn’t get one I’d run away to my boyfriend’s house. AGAIN. I’d done this once before and it was a disaster that ended with me being Grounded For Life after the police had to come get me. But that’s a story for a different day…

The pager. Yes. Every cool kid had a pager and how was I supposed to know that a party location had changed or been busted last minute without this trusty devise to keep me connected!? My very EXISTENCE ON THE PLANET EARTH rode on whether or not I had that clear devise sticking out of my tight Calvin Klein jeans (clip out thank you very much, I totally wasn’t a belt loop clipper. Eww.) and I was not at all ashamed to remind my mother incessantly by yelling, slamming my door and telling her I hated her.

FINALLY I got one.

Mom: This pager is for ME to get ahold of you. I don’t care who you give the number to, who pages you, how many times a day it goes off. If I page you, you better call me back in 5 minutes OR BE DEAD.
Me: What?! The field party I’m going to tonight is AT LEAST 20 minutes from a phone. And first I have to find somebody sober enough to drive me there and hope we don’t get lost in the desert on the way.
Mom: *blink*
Me: I’m kidding. Kind of. 10 minutes?
Mom: There is nowhere in this city, county OR STATE that is more than 5 minutes from a phone. And if there is, YOU DON’T NEED TO BE THERE.
Me: But…
Mom: *glare that was so hot it melted icebergs on other continents*
Me: Five minutes. Got it.

I can’t tell you the number of times that Stephanie and I snuck out and I’d get The Page a 2AM and I’d completely ignore it and sneak back in the house around 4ish and hope that she’d taken enough Klonopin to forget she had ever paged me. It really is a miracle that my mother even TALKS to me today. Let alone, be one of my best friends who I confide so much in. Because if I were her, I’d totally hate my guts.

We bought Cassidy a cell phone today. She’ll be 9 in 3 months and is not the first kid in her class to get one. Or even the second or third of fourth. She was “so happy I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight”. We have a list of rules a mile long and she’s perfectly happy to just HAVE the phone.

Me: So we understand? The phone is to call Ben, myself and in an emergency, Nana. If you want to call anybody else, you MUST ask for permission first.
Cassidy: I know. But I can still hold it and play with it and look at it though. IT’S SO COOL, MOM!!!

Every once in awhile I call my mom out of the blue and apologize.

“I’m so sorry about that time that the police brought us home and Stephanie was arrested and I had to wake you up in the middle of the night so the cops could explain to you that we were pulled over in the WORST PART OF TOWN. I think I understand how you felt now.”

“I’m SO SORRY about that time I lied to you about the smell in the house when you came home that Sunday. I didn’t realize that 300 drunk people in the house could SMELL SO BAD and I scrubbed for 24 straight hours and the smell, it just WOULDN’T LEAVE.”

Tommorrow it will be:

“You know all those times I didn’t call you and you sat up and wondered where I was and if I was alive and when you’d ask me about it I’d just yell at you and slam the door in your face? I’M SO SORRY!! Let me buy you lunch and we’ll go shopping for shoes we don’t need and I can grovel all day and tell you over and over again how wonderful you are.”

*Bonus points to those of you old enough to understand the title. 😉

13 thoughts on “17 31707 1*

  1. The title must be a time zone thing cause I am older then you and still don’t get it. Like you I tried my best to run my mother to an early grave. Probably the worst call she ever recieved was telling her that the son she thought was at his dad’s was really locked up in Myrtle Beach three hours away for public intoxication. I think the worst part about that night was her calling me a liar everytime that I told her I did not know how I got to Myrtle beach. (it was the truth, I don’t remember the ride at all).

  2. [quote comment=”36714″]143 HA! I love you too.[/quote]

    Holy crap!! You get BONUS bonus points!! 😉

    [quote comment=”36717″]The title must be a time zone thing cause I am older then you and still don’t get it. Like you I tried my best to run my mother to an early grave. Probably the worst call she ever recieved was telling her that the son she thought was at his dad’s was really locked up in Myrtle Beach three hours away for public intoxication. I think the worst part about that night was her calling me a liar everytime that I told her I did not know how I got to Myrtle beach. (it was the truth, I don’t remember the ride at all).[/quote]

    Building back my moms trust took me a LONG time. Long. I don’t blame her though, it was my fault for being such an idiot. I’m sure the only reason I didn’t ever end up doing “hard time” or in a boarding school was because through all of it I never got into the drug scene. She knew that when I snuck back into the house at 4AM, at least I’d be sober. heh

  3. OH! The title.. If you flip it upside down it reads ‘I love you’. 😉 143 was another way to do it for the number of letters in each word.

  4. Kids today… if they only understood the suffering and difficulty of trying to type out messages for a pager with little more than numbers. They have it so easy with their text messages. They don’t know the misery of searching for a payphone, then finding said payphone and searching for a quarter.

    We also used to dial “187” to our friend’s when ever they stole our boyfriend, or things like that. And I remember some people’s excessive use of “911” caused it to lose all meaning.

    This post has just sent me on a 1990s flashback!

  5. I had a pager! In middle school! It was this one, actually.

    Oh man, the lingo is just coming back to me.

    I didn’t get a cell phone until I moved away for college and, even then, it was my mom’s Motorola v60 (which I had lusted after) so she could get a new phone. Back in the day before camera phones and stuff.

  6. I still have my pagers! they are in a drawer in my dresser, dont have my first cell phone anymore though, i gave that to my cousin last year when he needed a extra one. have every other one since then though. even the brick!

  7. Have you been watching big brother 8 this season?? I have been watching it during the week but not sundays.

  8. WOW! The things we did! I remember the PAGER! And all the little messages we would send eachother…HEEHEE! I always think about the way I treated my parents during those rebelious teenage years and I too find myself apologizing to my parents often! I especially think about those years now that I have a daughter of my own…My Mom use to always tell me that I was going to have ALL girls and they were going to be WORSE then me…..GOD HELP ME!! I pray there isn’t worse then me!! I still have a ton of pictures and notes from those days! HAHAHA

  9. [quote comment=”36912″]55378008…038 2 09 5537 HEEHEE!![/quote]

    BWAHAHAHAhahaHAHAHaHa

    That almost makes me want to climb out my window and meet you at the corner!! 😉

  10. [quote comment=”36916″][quote comment=”36912″]55378008…038 2 09 5537 HEEHEE!![/quote]

    BWAHAHAHAhahaHAHAHaHa

    That almost makes me want to climb out my window and meet you at the corner!! ;)[/quote]

    HAAAAHAAAA….just for old time sakes!!! Then we can push my Mustang down the street…HAAAAAA!!

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