The past few days have been incredibly stressful and my mind is weary. I've been "fighting the power"--otherwise known as school administration, in trying to get my kid out of a nasty teacher's class. I'm not going into detail here, but let's just say that switching teachers is out of the question, and my kid "sucking it up" or switching to a lower level class is the only available solutions to the situation. He'll " be a better student for it". Or so they say. Sigh. Again, may I reiterate that unions and tenure should be against the law? There is nothing more wonderful than a good teacher, and nothing worse than a bad one. I'm just saying.
In all of this, I turn to Phyl. Girlfriend has logged like a cabillion years working in various school districts and knows the ropes like a pro. My mom has a way of filling me in on the details on how best to maneuver about the system like Pac Man eating up all those little dots. We've heated up the phone lines like no tomorrow, and then continued the discussion shopping for the likes of purses and fall coats at the mall the other night.
So, as we were touching this bag and that one, Phyl starts telling me some story about turning in her "coin" at the bank. She was making more money on her coin than she did on some of her investments, she laughed. And what killed me is my mom's use of the term "coin". She totally didn't use the phrase "change" or "coins"--nope. My mother actually used the term "coin" like she was hangin' with Snoop Dog. The hell?!
Then yesterday, here we were, discussing the subject at hand (again) and she starts with "he's gonna take her off" or something similar. I don't remember the exact phrase because it caught me so off guard. So, while I'm all foamed up about the situation at hand, G'ma is dissin' the principal and telling me how's he's take up the issue behind the scenes with this dame. She was consoling me with hip hop lingo! My mother!
And then I lost it. I cracked up and said "Mom! What's with the lingo?!". To hear my mom using gangsta lingo like a pro was killing me. And she used the terms in correct form and syntax. G'ma Phyl was hip to the scene--go figure.
This is my life. Wacky kids, goofy husband, cat who thinks he's an ottoman, and my mother who is gansta at 70. Sigh.
I'm hoping she isn't sporting some grills the next time I see her.