<p>^ “Keep Calm & Carry On”!..sigh…</p>
<p>OK, it puts my kiddos in perspective, I guess. “Uhmm mom, the flight you have me scheduled for that leaves TOMORROW is during my final.” (This was over Christmas & by then fares had skyrocketed). <sigh> Change fee & new exhorbitant ticket price! He had to have some odd layovers to keep the price out of the statosphere & I told him the fees & increased fare were his Christmas present!</sigh></p>
<p>Here’s one–my friend’s D told her she had a “surprise” for her on parent’s weekend. Not a tattoo or a new hair color…a kitten! In the dorm. Illegally. But it was free!</p>
<p>She & her dorm mates were quite sad when her parents insisted she return the adorable but quite illegal pet to the previous owner. They had washed it (fleas) and bought kitty litter & other supplies. </p>
<p>:eek:</p>
<p>speaking of illegal dorm pets. . .</p>
<p>D–“Well, I wasn’t going to tell you about this, but. . .”</p>
<p>Proceeds with long story about how someone gave her an injured baby bunny (D had a pet rabbit at home) which D didn’t want to leave to “nature” (cats, hawks. . .) so she kept it in a drawer in her room. It seemed to get better and started hopping around after a few days so she decided to let it go the next morning. But the next morning she found it dead, so she and her roommate buried it in the woods. Then the person who gave it to her saw D in the dining hall and said, “Hey, I heard you killed my bunny. . .” </p>
<p>Just remembered this (real call) from S’s freshman year:</p>
<p>“So, the wildfire is, like, right next to our campus now, and we’re being evacuated. . .”</p>
<p>“Mom, I can’t come home for Thanksgiving because I have a lab until 6 pm on Wed” :eek:</p>
<p>^^A text from DD. There are flights on Thursday morning, thankfully.</p>
<p>Not up there with my son’s “blood out of a parka” text, but we had to laugh at this one :</p>
<p>You and Dad will like him, he’s really more normal than any of the last guys I have dated.</p>
<p>Last week while I was at work in Mass, I got this call from NC:
“Mom, these directions are wrong! I turned on Church Street but then it says to go left and Church Street ends and there’s no turn! Which way should I go?” </p>
<p>Keep in mind she is calling me from 750 miles away. I’ve been to her college and its environs a total of 3 times for a total of 4 days. I’ve never been to the location she’s going to (her service work site). I wanted to say, “How the HECK should I know???” Instead I kept my cool, pulled up Yahoo Maps, asked her for the address of where she was going, figured out where she was, and talked her thru the drive to get to her site. Along the way she said, “I wonder if it’s legal to talk and drive in NC?” </p>
<p>When we went to visit her this weekend, I gave her my GPS.</p>
<p>Text 1: I am enjoying the beer tremendously!</p>
<p>Text 2: Damn! Texted the wrong person!</p>
<p>Speaking of texting the wrong person 
- I scared the daylight out of DD this summer when she was doing her internship across the country:</p>
<p>Me: I’ll be at your place in ten minutes</p>
<p>DD: :eek: :eek: ???MOM???</p>
<p>Me: Sorry, I’m on the bus and I was texting dad that he had to get ready to go home. I can’t make it from Seattle to Boston in ten minutes :)</p>
<p>DD: Phew. Love you mommy</p>
<p>Speaking of texting the wrong person. Text from my college freshman son at 1:30 a.m. on a weekend night:</p>
<p>“Hiiiiiiiii!”</p>
<p>I text back, “Um…hi!”</p>
<p>No reply.</p>
<p>Phone call from D which started with the words “Don’t freak out…”</p>
<p>The tears are rolling down my face I am laughing so hard at the texting the wrong person posts. Now I need to get to work!</p>
<p>A year ago–during college application wars–I got a text at work: </p>
<p>“Can’t go to mall, my mom is a b*tch and i have to work on apps”</p>
<p>So I replied: “?” and got a very profuse reply to the effect of “OMG DID I SEND THAT TO YOU?! I WAS JUST JOKING”</p>
<p>Yeah. (btw the bad word was spelled out in full, no asterisk)</p>
<p>“Well, it turns out my thumb is broken. And now I have this big honking cast! And I’ll have to cancel that skydiving trip, because I can’t hold a canopy release knife, so it wouldn’t be safe. And this cast is 60-year-old technology, can’t they give me something with carbon fiber?”</p>
<p>(this in the middle of a Skype conversation complete with visuals) Hey Mom, hmmmm… I think the couch is moving… I think it’s an earthquake. (It was, but luckily just a little one!)</p>
<p>One Saturday night, for no special reason, I texted D: </p>
<p>“Hey what’s up?”
“Oh chillin in my room. Campus is on lockdown, I guess there’s a gunman in the area.”</p>
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<p>For my internship this summer, I worked on the health staff working sports camps. I had one kid tell me that the first thing I had to tell his mom was “he’s okay” and then go from there.</p>
<p>^ lol…I can imagine…</p>
<p>My student arrived home from a camp with a limp–and needed an MRI–
Had decided it was better to tell me face to face than by phone…</p>
<p>I recently received an email from young adult WildChild which began “You don’t need to yell at me. I know how awful it is.” He then proceeded to tell me the latest “incident”- no physical harm, thankfully.</p>
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<p>Believe it or not, I’ve gotten more than one call from more than one child like this. </p>
<p>“Mom, I just thought you’d want to know that they have us all out on the football field because they think there’s a bomb on campus.” (The older I get the more I realize that I don’t really want to know everything.)</p>
<p>“Mom, we’re on lockdown, not sure why but we heard there was a suspicious package in the main office.”</p>
<p>“We’re on lockdown, gunman on the loose in the neighborhood”, etc.</p>