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In case some of you don’t know, my least favorite age group of them all is 13-18. Meghan and I call this group the “pre-teens” even thought they aren’t actually the pre-teens. Oops. But, we’ve been calling them this for so long that it would be confusing to change the name now.

Their irritating traits are endless but include:

1. extremely loud talking and laughing and throwing of things in movie theatres

2. use of the phrases “OMG!” and “WTF!” (translations-Oh My God and What The Fuck) instead of the actual words

3. spending hundreds of dollars of their parents money on clothes to make them look like they dressed themselves in discarded pieces of clothing they found on the street.

4. screaming when they see one another (and you know they just saw one another the day before)

5. And the point of this blog: The Texting! Oh the Texting! Shoot me in the face with your cellphone if I ever take to texting the way they do.

This has come to my attention most particularly this week due to the visit of my brother, Kyle. I’m pretty sure that he could take a medal in the texting Olympics when they start those up. It’s day. It’s night. It’s all the time. It’s walking down the street. It’s in the house. Not a minute passes when he is not texting. All the time. We cannot walk down the street without needing to tell some friend or other about it. Uh, for serious?

This ties in with a complaint I voiced last week to Meghan that I fear that the constant text messaging of todays teens will one day lead to the use of “u” as an acceptable spelling of “you” on school assignments. What if one day I read it in a book? What if instead of using actual phrases, everything gets shortened to what the teens would use in a text message? AAHHHHHHH!!!!! My fear of this outcome grows by the day as I am surrounded by evidence of it everywhere I go.

What happened to the good old days when men were men and you called your friends? Or, saw them in person. What happened to the good old days of texting with whole words and not abbreviations of whole phrases? What happened to the good old days of walking down the street without having to be on the phone or texting someone? Can’t we just enjoy our stroll? Can’t we just tell someone that thing later? Please?

A few Sundays ago, we were playing a new game called “Would You Rather?”. It give you options like “would you rather eat a bottle cap or a spider the size of a bottle cap?”. It led to many interesting and revealing conversations. For instance, given the choice between not showering for 6 months or not brushing your teeth for 6 months I was the only one who chose to not brush my teeth. Everyone else thought that not showering would be better. What? There is gum and mouthwash, but is there anything that can take the place of a shower? No! We had many interesting conversations of this sort.

In order to win the game, Lisa had to win a challenge. The challenge was to smell and identify two of the many yucky smelling things that we all got to pick for her to sniff blindfolded.

Rotten squash

Old Mayo

Yucky cheese that Meghan likes but the rest of us think is gross!

Thumbs up to Lisa for winning the game and for being a champ with the smelling. It was fun for the rest of us to watch.