Noodle needles
Wednesday December 08th 2010, 10:26 pm
Filed under: Family,Life

Not a teenager to be found anywhere in the house these days. Who am I supposed to embarrass now? I’ve been aged out of the job.

I was thinking that tonight at Costco as I found myself turning down an aisle full of pasta of all kinds. I wanted to break out into song and dance, maybe holding my cane up by either end, waving my arms in time to the music: “Udon oh! what it’s like…”

Cheerful embarrassings create the memories the kids tell to tease their parents with in their old ages.

I think my kids have a good stash socked away by now, ready for needling.

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Aww…no one at all to embarass? You still have a hubby dearest, for when all else fails.

Comment by Ruth 12.08.10 @ 11:55 pm

Now that’s what I call using your noodle!

Comment by Lynn 12.09.10 @ 5:53 am

lol…when I do something along those lines my kids threaten to put it on YouTube. I can just visualize you doing that at Costco.

Comment by Joansie 12.09.10 @ 6:08 am

My mother used to “ride” the grocery carts down the aisle. And one day while shopping at a teen store for school clothes for my 14 yr old daughter, her father and I couldn’t stand still any longer while the disco music blasted so we broke out our best disco routine from the 70’s and wowed the customers and staff alike. Poor Amanda was sneaking into the dressing room, praying all the way that no one she knew was in the store. LOL!

Comment by Jody 12.09.10 @ 7:36 am

Hem. 😉 My inner teen still rolls her eyes at the Knight…

Comment by Channon 12.09.10 @ 7:45 am

Every time one of my children left the teen years, I took cookies to work in celebration. (But now I have grandchildren to embarass. Life is good.)

Comment by Abby 12.09.10 @ 8:13 am

I can just see you doing that little dance down the aisle in Costco!!

when my daughter was in high school we would sometimes have lunch on a Saturday in the Johnny Rockets at the Pruneridge — she was spared real bad embarrassment by the fact that I wasn’t the only mom in the place singing along and “booth dancing” to YMCA!

Comment by Bev 12.09.10 @ 8:51 am

Well, that does require a different kind of needle!I like Lynn’s comment.

Comment by Don Meyer 12.09.10 @ 9:44 am

I would be happy to loan you my teenager – and I can certify that he is highly embarrassable 🙂

Comment by Sue 12.09.10 @ 11:47 am

I would offer to loan you Sam, but he is neither highly embarrassable, nor a teenager anymore. And then he had me for a mom, and I was so weird anyway that embarrassment was redundant.

Comment by Gigi 12.10.10 @ 10:18 am

I was sure I was about to read about some new knitting advancement – noodle needles that flex or something like that. But the fun of memories of embarrassing my kids is way better. Like the time I paid one of YD’s friends $5 to obey the speed limit at all times. Or the time I made OD’s first boyfriend take a driving test with me in the car before I let her go out in it with him.

Comment by twinsetellen 12.10.10 @ 5:36 pm

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