Spring Break

My nineteen year old son, Jake, was on spring break a couple of weeks ago.


Jake was 16 when this picture was taken.

Unlike so many teenage boys, Jake did not head south to some “Girls Gone Wild” destination. Mainly because his girlfriend would kick his ass if he did.

But also because Jake is a serious, studious, responsible young man with a good head on his shoulders.

Bwhahahahahahahahahahaha! Sometimes, I crack myself up! Yeah, no. It’s only because his girlfriend would totally kick his ass if he did.

In any case, Jake did something even more fun than heading down south to naked girl country. He went to work with his mom.

*Ok, everyone all at once – awwwwww*


He doesn’t like having his picture taken so this is one of the rare few that I have where he isn’t completely covering his face with his hands or hiding in his shirt.

That’s right, we needed someone to do some data entry /web archiving type stuff and Jake was just the unskilled, inexperienced, unwittingly underpaid, do-it-or-you’re-grounded teen for the job.

Kidding! Of course, I’m kidding. No need to call Social Services. This time. Relax, it’s not like he was chained to the desk or anything. This time.

While the work wasn’t extremely complicated, it did require a tech savvy individual with an eye for detail. We figured there was roughly a week’s worth of work. Jake finished in under three days. And he actually did a good job.

It gave me hope that I might end up in a “nice” home, it did.

Although he wasn’t there very long, there are a few things that I immediately missed once Jake was done. Besides actually getting paid to boss him around, I mean.

I miss how he would cue up Thrift Shop by Macklemore on his phone and play it the minute we stepped into the parking lot, both our heads bobbing to the music and both of us trying to keep up with the lyrics.


I finally convinced him to let me take one picture of him and of course, he goofed off in it.

I miss his silliness, like when he locked the car door before he actually got out of the car. It’s nice to laugh with someone after a tough day at work. It’s even nicer to laugh at someone after a tough day at work.

I miss how, every time he walked into my office, by some weird coincidence, my computer’s screen saver – which cycles through a number of photographs – always, always was always displaying this picture:


He HATES this picture.

And Jake would, without fail, move my mouse so the screen saver would disappear. Because he hates this picture. Which I’ve just plastered all over my blog. You’re welcome,Β  Jake. Momma loves ya, baby.

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  • Awwwwwww.

    My son would kill me if I plastered his face all over my blog. You’re a brave woman.

  • Your 19 year old son let you boss him around at your work? What hold to you have over this guy?

    P.S Great picture of Jake. Did you finally have to have his hands surgically removed from his cheeks?


  • Luckily – for me at least – Jake has my sense of humour, Lauren. I hope. But just in case, can I come hide at your house?

  • What hold did I have? The monetary kind, Dufus. The only one that really matters πŸ™‚

    Speaking of pictures, I barely recognized you. I had no idea you were an arrow-slinging cherub, my friend.

  • Any time! Just no cameras. : )

  • He’s adorable in every single one of those pictures. Is it me, or does he look a lot like his mama?

  • He is pretty adorable. For a teenager. And yes, he’s definitely got my sarcastic look down pat. πŸ™‚

  • He looks so much like Nicky it’s weird! The eyes are hers. It may be good he doesn’t have her mouth because that would make him a little too feminine. Who wants to hear “that guy has the most gorgeous mouth on the planet”? Not Jake, I’d wager.

    My son John spent many Spring Breaks working at his Mama’s office and doing me oh so proud. He even did that when he was home on leave from the Navy. He was always glad to build up his treasure chest with extra money and he worked very hard even as a kid. (It’s paid off. He’s a partner in one of the biggest Cali law firms now.)

  • He does have my eyes, but the rest is all his daddy. πŸ™‚

    How did we do it, hon? How did two wild women like us end up with such good kids? Must have been good in a previous life…

  • LOL, I make no promises!

  • Linda Medrano

  • Even though he made a face, I can see the cutie (a lot like his mama). Still, I can relate because there are very few pictures of me that I like, and I’m not usually making faces either, Sounds like you done good with him.

  • Wow! He looks so much like you! You might at least have taken a crafty photo of him at nineteen, so we could see what he’s like now πŸ™‚

  • Oh my, Jake is so handsome, it’s crazy. I especially like the second photo from the top. He looks extra dashing in that one.

  • Aw, thanks Linda! Yeah, unless he’s in a picture with other people, Jake doesn’t really like having his picture taken, which I think is a shame because I do think he’s photogenic.

  • He looks like me? The poor thing! Seriously, thank you but he really does look like his dad. And I keep trying to take other pictures of him but he’s not having any of it. Maybe this post will change his mind! πŸ™‚

  • Lemmikki! I’ve missed you, my beautiful girl πŸ™‚
    The second one is my favourite, too, although the third one comes close… πŸ™‚

  • He’s adorable and looks exactly like you. And I think we should all end up in Linda’s home. πŸ˜‰

  • Jake… go south next year. Just bring the girlfriend with you. She’ll appreciate it.

  • MIkeWJ

    I wish somebody would take me to work.

  • Barb

    Jake is a cutie!

  • KZ

    You’re a cruel, cruel mother, but you’re also freaking hilarious. Poor Jake.

  • “and Jake was just the unskilled, inexperienced, unwittingly underpaid, do-it-or-you’re-grounded teen for the job.”

    Ahahahhahhahaha! You crack me up, Nicky!


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