<p>Heartwarming video and great song!</p>
<p>Ladies of wonderful Ds, sorry to burst your rainclouds, but you might have to pay through the nose for freshman year in order to see your son graduate from University of Pay Through The Nose. (UPTTN) Boys who weren’t academic performers in high school usually rise to that position through the Stumble, Trip… Ah Ha! method; aka The School of Life.</p>
<p>Lower your expectation to PASS freshman year in good health and rising ambition–and you’ll be happier with the results.</p>
<p>I can roll a 360 with my tongue.</p>
<p>Glad you liked it audiophile!</p>
<p>“And I will take you for who you are if you take me for everything.”</p>
<p>Adorable SBMom. Cheers - yes, my son’s only problem is that he is not she-who-summons-parades. Au revoir guys, off to the mountains. Happy weekend. And, as I say to my D, smooches. As my S says to me, love ya.</p>
<p>Cheers, I like that stumble, trip and then rissssse. It is amazing what an 8 to 5 full time summer “go for” job will do to ambition, love of academics, & desire to not be a lifetime “go for.” It’s not a frog/prince proposition. Just a steady hop-hop out of the pond.</p>
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<p>Oh, jmmom, thanks for the laugh! Glad to hear your S is “happy.” 
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<p>Mine emailed me twice this week to remind me to transfer his rent money into his checking account before the first of the month “because the first comes on a Sunday this month and the rental office is closed on the weekends and they aren’t very lenient about late rent.” ha ha. Guess writing your own check for your own apartment will teach you to notice the calendar (even if it isn’t your own money you’re spending.) </p>
<p>They do grow up, these absent-minded (bass-playing, isn’t that close to percussion?) boys.</p>
<p>I swear I can hear those late developing front lobal synapses pinging in his head as his executive reasoning (finally) connects with his innate intellect–and I am 9000 miles away from the kid.</p>
<p>Happy official Birthday Alumother!! We celebrate you!</p>
<p>aluuuuu,</p>
<p>Happy birthday!!, even though is just past midnight in your neck of the woods, the party is still going strong and you did not turn in to a pumpkin.</p>
<p>Now, could you tell bhappy’s funny fairy to get up out of my seat.</p>
<p>Checking in from the mountains. Yes they have wireless here:). I have survived the big day and am not a pumpkin. BHappy’s fairy is welcome to come have breakfast with me - I can always use a good laugh. Oh wait, I have Sinner’s Alley for that.:)</p>
<p>Okay, Bloody Marys all around!! No cilantro in Alu’s. :)</p>
<p>Thanks for the cilantro-free Bloody Mary. Just rescuing this from the infamous Page 2 Purgatory:). PSATs in a few weeks all you parents of juniors. Joy. Am attempting to remain uninvolved. Am failing, but am being very nice as I am failing…</p>
<p>Yeah the SFS is taking the PSAT too; a practice run. I am a little concerned about the length of this test as he is eschewing ADD meds this year. What the hey-- he may as well try it with no meds just to see.</p>
<p>I am currently enjoying a Knob Creek Bourbon, neat. Pull up a stool and join me!</p>
<p>Hold onto your drinks Ladies…BHappy is passing through…she’s harness up the flighty ones, alas no reins…</p>
<p>Yeeehaaa! Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Though they’re disaprovin’, Keep those faeries movin’
RAWHIDE! (sound effect here),</p>
<p>Whew! Fasted my way thru Yom Kippur and confessed to being a regular at “Sinner’s Alley.” All kidding aside, wishing y’all L’shana tova for a year of blessings!</p>
<p>Oh Captain, my Captain!!</p>
<p>Jeter goes 5 for 5!!! :D</p>
<p>Sorry, Aries :(</p>
<p>I’m going to hazard a guess – this refers to baseball? ;)</p>
<p>Right on, LFWB!! </p>
<p>(/me has a secret crush on Jeter… heh)</p>
<p>I just finished a conversation with a guy who has a tattoo on his neck. He gave me the made-up version of why the Salvation Army doesn’t take furniture anymore. The real reason is that he and his pal, the human cigarette, are too lazy to haul the furniture down the sidewalk, past the 3-headed, snarling demon dog who guards my driveway, and out to the street. </p>
<p>His bullsh** story had something to do with Oakland and people who live in apartments. Huh? When I lived in an apartment, I had an orange crate for an end table, and I slept on a used mattress. SluggSr had a poster of Hilbert, the mathematician, which I tolerated because I was still under the delusion that he was a genius of some sort. When we finally bought a house, we were both working, and we could afford cool stuff like the slick, round, fake-wood, veneer-topped kitchen table with the curvy chrome legs from JC Penney. We even had 4 wicker-seat chairs to match. </p>
<p>I would have been happy to cringe wormlike on the ground for good used furniture. I’m not sure if the guy was saying that today’s apartment dwellers in Oakland prefer snowglobes and electric juicers to furniture, but it really sounded like horsecrap to me. Fine, the chair and the end table will go nicely with the sofa that is still on the porch from the last time they came by and wouldn’t take my furniture.</p>
<p>The 3-headed snarling demon dog can curl up in the cozy armchair and bite anyone who tries to get to the doorbell. :)</p>
<p>Slugg,</p>
<p>I suggest you pop some digital photos on Craig’s List. FREE STUFF! You will probably have Bezerkeley kids showing up within 12 minutes.</p>
<p>At my D’s school they piloted a program where, at the end of the year, people could drop off the stuff they no longer wanted at these depots around the campus, and other people who showed up could take whatever they wanted; first come, first served. Kept a lot of stuff out of landfill.</p>