Tuesday, April 07, 2009

I got my B.S. at B.U.

I had a tshirt that said what my title says. Except B.S. stood for Bull$h!* and B.U. stood for "Butthead University." My mom thought it was funny. Idk why... ;)

Anyway... I was seriously brain damaged as a child even when I wasn't trying to be. I mean, I admit there were times I totally had the attitude of "Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission." (I still sometimes follow that motto....) I adopted this attitude early-on because being grounded for a few weeks was a lot easier than being told "No Tori, you can't go the the Ox Roast..." (That was a huge fraternity party at the fairgrounds and I was in 10th grade. My parents told me I couldn't go. So, I didn't. Ok, yes I did. Sorry Mom and Dad. If it makes you feel better I left early and walked to Fry St. Ok, that probaby doesn't make you feel better. Sorry. I'll shut up. Am I grounded?)
Anyway... my point is that I didn't always deliberately do or not do things to irritate my parents. Take 8th grade for example. I wasn't a troublemaker yet and my friends were good kids for the most part. We all decided to be wild and tell our parents we were going to see "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" but instead we'd have one kid's older sister buy us tickets to "Pretty Woman" instead. You know- typical 13-14 year old stuff. Ok, ok- so that part was deliberate. But the next part wasn't. My friend Shannon had an unexpected visit from Aunt Flo... so we headed across the street to buy her tamp0ns. We missed our movie, so we decided to go to the later one. It never once crossed my mind to call my parents to let them know I would be home later. In my head I was covered because I had a ride home, so for some reason it never registered that I should tell my parents I would be home 3 hours later than originally planned. Yeah... duh.

So, we go to the movie, I held a boy's hand that wasn't my boyfriend and I was distraught by the end of the movie. I was also so distracted with popcorn fights, etc... during the movie that I don't even remember the infamous "piano scene." Anyway... immediately following the credits I started crying because I had held that boy's hand and so my girl friends immediately surrounded me and we went out the back exit door. I'm all dramatic, crying as we round the side of the theater. That's when I saw him- my dad. My dad was freakin' AT the theater looking for me. I swear my tears went in reverse, up my face, back into my eyes, which left my eyes just bloodshot. Bloodshot eyes + coming from back of theater = Teenage daughter smoking pot I wasn't smoking pot, but I'm sure that's what it looked like. And I knew I was in trouble... for something. I didn't realize that it was for not calling.
On the way home I told my dad the story about missing our 1st show to which he asked why I didn't call. Um. Hmmm. Idk.... I really DIDN'T know why I didn't call because the thought never entered my mind. Then he asked why I was coming from the behind the theater. I said we came out the exit door- see... I was telling the truth. "But the exit door for the turtle movie was on the other side." D'oh! Yeah, so I got busted for seeing a rated R movie and grounded for a month.

So... yeah... I still don't think I ever learned to called home... I was a little slow. Oh wait- yes I did. I was at Don's house because I was best friend's with his girlfriend. She was there too. We were watching "Toy Story." It was going to finish late so I called to see if I could come home a lil late- like 1/2 an hour late. My dad probably didn't believe that we were watching "Toy Story," but we were. He said "No, be home at 11pm." Like I said, "Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission..."
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I would like to add that on my brother's 1st date my mom told him to take the girl home at 11pm (his curfew) and then come home. He didn't come home until after midnite. He didn't call. He had a cell phone in his pocket and didn't call. Mom tried to call him, but his phone was turned off. Did I mention HE HAD A CELL PHONE IN HIS POCKET?? How long were you grounded, Woogs? Oh, that's right... Zero months, days, hours, minutes, seconds...
Why, in my days we had to walk up hill to a payphone, beg for a quarter to call home and hope we got all we needed to say SAID during those 3 minutes we had before the operator asked for more money... These young whipper-snappers have no idea how easy they have it...




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18 comments:

Yvonne said...

I'm sure my older kids think Kyle gets away with EVERYTHING and NEVER GETS GROUNDED.

Speaking of whipper-snappers, my phone calls were only a dime ; )

Heidi said...

Kids these days!

S said...

I actually remember the dime or was it a dime and a nickel? I was always grateful to have a sibling like you:)

Shelby Lou said...

oh my gosh. funny story. pretty woman was my favorite movie when I was little. weird right? my mom let me watch it.

ummm yeah I guess i got the good end of the deal in that now my parents are more carefree with me since i am the youngest. right?? WRONG! They were more strict with me then the other two. I have that same problem with not calling... i don't know what it is, but I just don't see the point. hahaha

lorilynn said...
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lorilynn said...

I love it. I'm the baby in our family. I am so thankful for my older siblings for breaking my parents in! Doug and I joke all the time how our poor Brayden has to break us in.

Heidi said...

Ohhhh... the stupidness of youth. I remember it soooo well. :)

Mrs. Organic said...

In my day I snuck in to see Sixteen Candles and I only needed a dime (which I kept in the slot of my penny loafers) to call home. I am old.

And for the record, my brother got away with murder, practically.

Anonymous said...

Yes you are.

CWH

Klin said...

That's an awesome story. I got in trouble once for not communicating with my mom, smarted off, and then she said, "If anything ever happens I need to know where to start looking." I told her where I was after that. I did not always mention what I was doing.

For the record- I am the oldest. The middle child had all the "problems" and the rest of us didn't get in any trouble that we didn't deserve.

"slippery little suckers"

Kaitlyn said...

I loved this story, so funny!! You need to post more stories!

Whitney said...

Ha ha, something similar happened to me with your movie theater story. And it was 8th grade, too. (Bad age maybe?). But it wasn't an R rated movie, it was the fact that BOYS were there. And my dad walked right into the theater and took me out. I didn't even see 5 minutes of the show.
ha ha

Amanda said...

Great story! My parents were divorced by the time I was a teenager. My Dad was pretty much out of the picture and my mom was too scared to be too harsh on me and my brother. I got away with a lot. ;)

aurora said...

Loved this post! You have the BEST stories. :)
I remember my mom driving up to a video party (we were finally getting into cars to get home about 2 hours late...) She looked mad and scary. It was a long walk to her car...

aurora said...

Oh, and I remember when the phonebooths went from a dime to a quarter. Ack!

aubrey said...

tori, you were a serious rebel. nice motto..i don't think i've ever even heard that before. and seriously hope my kids don't adopt it when they're teenagers.

Nancy Face said...

Woogs needs a beatin'! ;)

Walker said...

Don't hate because I was smoother than you. We've been over this before. :-)