Driving Miss Daisy - Maven Edition

First of all, you're in the right place.

It's just that, great lover of change that I am, I felt the blog needed a facelift.

Those of you darling friends who have been with me for the long haul will recognize the graphic in the banner. It's one I test drove in my early days on Blogger and one I keep coming back to because as the Poolboy so eloquently put it this evening, "She looks like a younger thinner version of you!"

People, don't get mad.

He meant well.

It's just that his speedo was on a little too tight and it cut off the circulation to his brain.



Meanwhile, sweet little TH, catcher of bugs, frogs, and fuzzy caterpillars



World renowned dinosaur expert, lover of Goosebumps books, and the best sidekick a mother could ever ask for, has reached a new milestone.

As if getting his first job, travelling to Europe, and graduating from highschool wasn't heart breaking enough, the kid had the nerve to head out the other day and get his driver's license.

And now, that's all he wants to do.

Drive.

Jesus take the wheel.



And while I know this is going to come as a shock to many of you - calm, cool, and collected as you know me to be...

What?

I am absolutely certifable in cars.



But because I'm subtle about it - breathing like a phone sex offender on heavy doses of viagra, and hitting my imaginary brakes *only when completely necessary* - it came as a complete surprise yesterday afternoon when TH was driving me home to hear him say, "Mom, relax!"

"I am relaxed," I said, "You're doing great"

"No offense or anything, but you look like you've got rigor mortis."

Okay, so perhaps my body was a little stiff, and maybe I had the armrest in a Darth Vader death grip, but I hadn't realized it was having an effect on TH.

Until I remembered my own experiences driving with Aurora



Realizing, yet again, that in ways both big and small I am slowly turning into my mother.

All I needed was a cigarette.

Meanwhile, we made it home in one piece.

Only to find out he "needed the car" last night and again this afternoon because he has a date!

My son is not only driving, in the space of three days, he is now dating.

Which is pretty fabulous, actually, because his date is the girl he took to prom.

(have I said date enough?)

She's smart, down to earth, very cute, and she likes my son.

If I wasn't a nervous wreck, I'd be very happy for him.

Maybe on their next date he'll let me drive.

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So tell me, have you been there with your own kids? And if so, how the heck did you get through it without losing your mind?

As always, my enquiring mind wants to know!

And now, for your viewing enjoyment, The Dance of the Poolboy!



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If you're not sure what to cook for dinner, don't forget to stop by The Kitchen Witch. Today's blog features something unique and tasty!

Surf and Turf Burgers



A lovely way to create everyday magic this summer!