@payn4ward wrote
I just saw those yesterday when I was out with my husband getting a fancy schmancy pizza lunch there I almost bought them, but I need a variety of binders (full of women, lol Romney) and they were a ton of one kind in each package, so I passed.
@snoozn wrote
What!?! Awesome that your daughter took charge and did the presentation, though. It’ll make for a good story someday over the dinner table.
@Mom2aphysicsgeek wrote
That was a wonderful song! Both DH and I dream of living as close to the ocean as we can get someday. The beach and the ocean are my happy places. Being warm all the time is H’s happy place-he can take or leave the beach. “The ocean is my only medication” Amen! Reminds me of a country western Jimmy Buffet :).
@greeny8 wrote
Ours don’t drink and they’re not allowed to. Along with being rule followers (it’s illegal here), we’ve had a lot of talks with them about the different effects of alcohol on the teenage brain, and how it can have permanent depressive effects on the still-developing frontal cortex.
I’ve explained to them if you raise the decision making part of your brain with alcohol, it’ll have a tough time knowing how to function without it. Much like nicotine burns permanent pathways in your brain (metaphorically speaking-those receptors never go away), drinking alcohol while your frontal cortex (decision making abilities) is still developing just makes life a lot harder for you later. They’re both pretty good at having a good time and letting their hair down/freak flag fly without alcohol, since we’re a family that gets pretty wacky without it so there’s no familial patterns there.
DH and I do drink occasionally socially (because he’s an introvert so we don’t socialize a lot) and to celebrate stuff, but it’s not a daily thing. I used to have a glass of wine almost every night with dinner starting in my late 30’s, but I stopped a few months ago because I didn’t like feeling habituated to it, it was messing with my sleep patterns, and I don’t like drinking my calories and was stubbornly stuck at about 8 lbs above my target weight.
The most interesting thing I’ve noticed switching to special occasion drinking is that my fitbit is clocking me as being about 25% more active without me making any changes to my exercise routine Depressive effects, indeed! Now I’m only 4 lbs over and after the first few weeks didn’t miss the glass of wine that much. Occasionally over a good italian meal I’ll be like, le sigh, but I get over it :).
@2muchquan wrote
From my research it seems like the honors dorms tend to be quieter in all of the colleges we’ve looked at because the kids tend to prioritize their grades over partying. So while I don’t think I could find a drug/alcohol-free dorm for her (and I don’t think I’d want to), being with kids who prioritize their work over the parties is a good thing for her-she is very no-nonsense about getting her work done. While Eckerd college isn’t on D17’s list (maybe younger D’s though), they appear to have a very strict no-alcohol policy in the dorms.
@carachel2 wrote
yeah, that’s pretty much word for word us, as well. Down to the kids (and me) being uber-control freaks and not liking to feel like we’re off our game or out of control.
We never drink beer because it just seems like a huge caloric overload and the smell reminds me of what happened to the horse’s feed buckets if rain got in them, but we do like a good scotch every now and then. DH has some friends who make craft beers, and we’ll drink those, but man some of those are so thick you can chew them! None of us drink soda either (although we go through La Croix water like crazy). Whole “don’t drink your calories” thing again.
I do talk to them a lot about sex, drugs, and rock and roll. And we are uber-nerdy so we come at a lot of stuff from a science-y /philosophy point of view vs. a morality pov, although morality and moral compasses and consequences always come into play, if only to talk about potential lost opportunities.
They are going to do what they’re going to do; my job is to help them to make good choices and enforce the consequences if they break family rules (like not getting in a car with a guy. Ever. They have their own cars and as stupid as my rule may seem to them, they know why I do it and they know what happens if they break it. They usually only test me once or not at all on rules, and they know I’m good at catching them in a lie because they have physical tells that I can pick up on.)
I also have a phenomenal sense of smell and can smell the by-products of alcohol on people’s breath and skin. It’s a nasty smell, btw, and I wish I didn’t have that ability, but I am pretty sure I’d pick it up if one of the kids ever drank. They know about my sense of smell-I’m the stinkometer for shoes, armpits, shark week, and teeth. I am deeply, deeply odd.
@Mom2aphysicsgeek I did look at the converter table. And got immediately confused.
woo! helooooo monday morning. On my third cup of tea. whee!!!