I was talking to a good friend of mine today. Her name is Taryn, and she is 18. As a good friend, she came to me looking for advice.

Here is her dilemma:

She is eighteen, and "totally crushin" on a 27 year old. And he is crushin her right back. That's a 9 year difference. However, he does turn 28 three months before she turns 19, so for a while, there is a ten year difference.

I say no it's no big deal. Age is just a number. If you like the guy, then give it a try. The world is lacking love, so why turn love down just because his mother popped him out 10 years earlier than hers did, right?

What do you think? How much older/younger would you date?

Hello!

Wow, it has been forever since I have blogged about anything. Lately, I have been a bad Xangan, and just snoop on your guys' blogs. Well technically I always do that, but the last two weeks have been pretty bad. So for that, I apologize.. Not that you care what's going on, I just feel like typing. I probably should be typing my research paper on Toni Morrison, but who does their homework these days?

I tried out this new Mexican Restuarant today with my mom for lunch, it was delicious. I love going out to eat with my mom. Hell, I love doing anything with my mom. She is a real kick. She is the type of lady who most people would be embarassed to be in public with. She doesn't look like she would be, but she is. Her classy, good looks are very, very deceiving. She is the type of person that if she see's a lady walking with 6 inch heels with a tremendously short dress in the mall, she will literally stop, stare, and in louder than normal voice say, "I wonder what street corner she got picked up from, she looks like an expensive one though." loud enough for everyone to hear, even the people in Hollister CO with their blaring music.

Or this one, this one has to be my favorite.  It was last summer, and one of my dad's clients was getting married, and he asked my dad if he could help out with the construction of some footbridge they wanted at the reception. So my dad and I showed up to build this little footbridge before the wedding rehersal. You know, that time when everyone is running around like crazy, putting up last minute decortations and stuff. 

The groom is in his early twenties, his fiance in her early twenties as well. They are both very young, active, fun, good looking people. I didn't know this couple, but I could tell that the bride was just one of those girls that every guy dreams of. You know, naturally pretty, outdoorsy, yet very classy, a little bit of a Texan accent, and looked amzing even with her hair in a bun. They are one of those couples that everyone just admires. Anyway, my mom shows up to bring my dad one of his saw's that he needed to build the bridge. As she is walking over, she is kinda looking around, scouting the scene, what mothers do best. She walks up to me, and says, "There's a lot of cute girls here Josh, is that why you're helping dad?" I just brush it off, and take the saw from her, returning to my duties. As she goes back to her car, I notice that she stops to talk to the bride, who is in normal, casual clothes, wearing an OSU shirt.  I think nothing of it because my mom always has a tendency of knowing everyone, everywhere we go.

A couple hours later, my dad and I finally finish that damn bridge and we walk over to Ryan and Stacy(Bride and Groom) and Stacy looks at me, and she says, "You must be Josh?" I nod my head, as I stick out my hand to shake hers. "Yeah, that's me."

She smiles at me, and says, "Your mom is too cute." I hate that phrase, how can someone be  "too cute" let alone my mother.

I nod my head, kinda laughing, "Yeah, she is quite the character. How do you know her?"

What she said at this moment killed me, just killed me. I wished I were dead at this moment.

She said through her laughter, " I don't know her. She just came up to me a while ago and pointed you out. She told me that you were single, and going through a somewhat difficult breakup, and were making no effort in looking for anyone new, so she was gonna do the job for you. So she asked me a series of question, including what school I go to, how old I was, and of course, if I was single."

Gaahhh. Mom! You know what though, it's the things she does like that, which make me love her more. Those things make me thankful that she is my mother.

We have these little traditions. They are small traditions that seem childlike, or maybe even ridiculous, but they mean a lot to both of us. Such as, I always have to watch  MTV's "The Hills"  with her. We watch that show religiously. And we always have a bowl of icecream while we watch it.

Or every time we're in a car together, and we hear an ambulance or fire truck go by, at that second, we begin the same prayer, at the exact same time, "Lord, please bless and protect the person who is in harm, please put your hands in the situation and let them know you're in control." Every single time.

And how when we have family night with all the cousins over, we kick off the karaoke machine with the exact same song, every single time. Call me cocky, but we sound pretty good! :)

 As you can see, I was blessed with an amazing mom. Her and I have a very, very close relationship and we always have. Sure, in junior high I was called a mama's boy, cause I didn't mind if she came to the movies with us, or volunteered to go on field trips. But I am proud that my mom and I are close. I think it is something we as  either son's or daughter's should be proud of. And I think it is sad that society almost pushes teens away from their parents. It's not cool to be close to your parents, it's not cool to care what they think, it's not cool to follow their rules.

Well call me a mama's boy, but I think it is cool to be close to your parents.