<p>Heck, our heavy rains are nothing compared with a mainland blizzard, especially as it’s still pretty warm even with our rains. Glad you’re enjoying your stay in our beautiful state! Not sure whether there will be much view of the lunar eclipse tomorrow though. We shall see!</p>
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<p>HIMom, the second one was about a historic replica he’d purchased while on a high school trip. The third one was in fact about a popular college game. [Humans</a> vs. Zombies](<a href=“http://humansvszombies.org/]Humans”>http://humansvszombies.org/) :D</p>
<p>17 year old son, who moments before drove off to be with friends on a Friday night, calls, is so hysterical that we can barely understand him “I’ve been in an accident!!” and the phone goes dead. Moments later we reconnect, he’s still hysterical but manages to tell us he’s fine… so is the person he hit. The car… that’s another story. Once we calmed him down a bit we assured him that all that matters is that everyone’s OK. Then we sped off to the scene of the accident, not too far from home. When we got there, son is still crying, and is such a pityful sight that a cop, a fireman and even the man he hit all are patting him on the back and trying to comfort him. Big sigh. (And a silent thanks for insurance.)</p>
<p>Mafool and Katliamom, I’m glad your kids were uninjured. It’s no fun to get those scary phonecalls! We got one last December when DD was driving home to Ky from Connecticut in a snowstorm. Someone cut her off on the interstate and caused her to slide into the median. Luckily, she was unhurt and there was minimal damage to her car. However, my nerves were a mess until she arrived home safe and sound about 4 hours after the phone call.</p>
<p>I’ve been meaning to post on this thread forever. I am one of those moms who really did get a call from DD during her freshman year requesting a rapier and dagger for Christmas. We special ordered them from a company in California that specializes in stage weaponry. DD says the set is her favorite Christmas gift ever! (BTW, she is a singer, dancer, actor who is recognized as an advanced actor/combatant by the Society of American Fight Directors. She has several credits on her resume as a fight director and fight captain.)</p>
<p>^^
If the acting thing doesn’t work out she could always be a pirate. Or a highwayman.</p>
<p>Mommusic,</p>
<p>LOL, I’ll have to give D your suggestions. Hmmmm, they may pay better than acting…</p>
<p>dancersmom, your D sounds amazing!</p>
<p>HisGrace:</p>
<p>So glad to hear that you and your friend made it home safely, and that you weren’t alone. I’m so sorry to hear about your ordeal, and glad that AAA is following through with a complaint. Hope there is good news on the car, as well.</p>
<p>thanks, jgotteach! The nice thing is since I’m on break I don’t really need the car for much…even if I hang out with friends, most of them can drive to me.</p>
<p>I am on jury duty, but haven’t had to report yet. <em>knock on wood</em></p>
<p>I called my mom crying hysterically on the second day of classes back in August. I couldn’t get the words out no matter how hard I tried and she was frantically asking me what was wrong. I had stepped on my brand new laptop accidently earlier and was so mad/sad that I didn’t know what to do. Plus, I was homesick and stressed and worrying about other non-issues.
When I finally did manage to tell her, she said, “That’s alll?!”</p>
<p>I did feel bad afterward. :D</p>
<p>You have a nice mom, Writer1992. You should do something nice for her :-).</p>
<p>When my son was in middle school he had eye surgery. He went back to school with a list of no nos: including no lifting no running etc. because of the delicate nature of the surgery.</p>
<p>I am in the valley (30 minutes from home) when I get a call from the school office.</p>
<p>Ellebud your son’s eyes are bleeding. We called Mr. Ellebud. He checked with the doctor and the doctor said it was ok, nothing to worry about.</p>
<p>(Mr. Ellebud’s office is 3 minutes from son’s school. I am 30 minutes away…)</p>
<p>WHAT!!!</p>
<p>Thought you might want to know.</p>
<p>I’m on my way!</p>
<p>I, who never speed, never have had a ticket, hit the gas pedal. As I drove down the canyon a police car was waiting for speeders. Yes, I got pulled over. I babbled my kid’s eyes are bleeding. Follow me and give me a ticket after I see him. Please.</p>
<p>The officers went in front of me with lights going. Pulled up in front of the school and we ran in. Son was with office personnel (LOVE THEM) with packs on his eyes. One officer moved my car (which was parked illegally) and they said good bye.</p>
<p>Person in office: We hate to call fathers…they’re clueless. Thought you’d want to know.</p>
<p>Me: babbling thank yous…</p>
<p>Son: I missed my test. Oh well, it’s ok.</p>
<p>ellebud, !!! What a way to raise your blood pressure. Glad your ds was okay and that the police were so helpful.</p>
<p>I’m starting to wonder if getting phone calls from hysterical kids will continue until I’m in a nursing home? D1 is 26, independent, living 400 miles away with her fiance and two dogs. I got a phone call at 9:45 on Saturday night - I was already passed out on the couch after a full day of Christmas shopping. Hysterical sobbing from her, palpitations from me, and she finally choked out that one of the puppies was missing on her future MIL’s (large, dark, remote) farm. Apparently the dog scooted out when future MIL went outside to get something and didn’t secure the door. Everyone called and tried to chase the puppy (not easy in total darkness) for half an hour, then gave up. Except for d1, who stood sobbing on the porch calling the dog until she miraculously came back about an hour later. </p>
<p>As awful as that first phone call was, the one telling me the dog was back was wonderful. It didn’t wake me up because who could sleep after finding out that the grandpuppy was missing?</p>
<p>Son: Mom, you told me to get all the ingredients for Rice Krispy treats, but you didn’t say whether I should get mini marshmallows or the regular size.</p>
<p>AllThisIsNewToMe - I try to, everyday. She really is amazing. :D</p>
<p>I’m lovin’ #594, DougBetsy.</p>
<p>A son-to-mother call I placed one night back in January:</p>
<p>“Hey mom, I’m in the critical care unit at <hospital in=”" my=“” college=“” town,=“” 1,000=“” miles=“” from=“” home=“”>. I’ve got a blood clot in my lungs, but don’t worry, the doctor says I’m going to be OK."</hospital></p>
<p>Of course, moms interpret that in their own way. She got on the next available flight and was there 36 hours later. :o</p>
<p>I accidentally almost caused my mom to have a heart attack yesterday while I was out Christmas shopping (on foot, by myself). </p>
<p>Me: “Mom, I need help!”
Mom: “WHAT’S WRONG?!”
Me: “I don’t know what to get for [SIL]…”
Mom: “Thanks for the heart attack…”</p>
<p>I was attempting to sound piteous in a joking kind of way but I guess it came across as legitimate panic… Oops. Sorry mom!</p>
<p>DS (Sunday night, week #1): I’m calling from the ER. I broke my finger playing flag football and the doctor thinks the tendon has separated from the bone.</p>
<p>DS (Sunday night, week #2): My license plates were stolen right in the driveway on mischief night.</p>
<p>DS (Sunday night, week #3): I played flag football again (even though yours truly had explicitly implored him not to play while the finger heals) and tore my ACL and miniscus.</p>
<p>So guess (a) who has come to dread Sunday nights, and (b) how DS is spending his winter break?</p>
<p>worrywart-
You have earned your screenname!</p>