<p>Sweet!! Mazel Tov on the graduation, cheers.</p>
<p>My S hold my hand too, or throws his arm across my shoulder. I love it. One of my best memories with him was when he <em>asked me to dance</em> at a party when he was about 13.</p>
<p>The tracking marmots tell me that the flying marmots have gotten my Wii into my same city. Nothing on my front doorstep yet, though, but maybe I’ll have a Mii soon too. I anticipate DS concocting some story closely-related to that of Aluson - but without the justifying circumstances. Does one really make a 20-year old wait until Santa arrives? Well, jmmom thinks so. Rigid, that lady. We’ll see, we’ll see.</p>
<p>News interrupt from the Sea-Tac/Tree/Menorah brouhaha thread (they digressed into a hist of the pagan roots of Xmas) cause it definitely relates to SA activities:</p>
<p>I wrote: "Wow–just googled Saturnalia & Pope Paul II. The history of Saturnalia is enlightening, to say the least.</p>
<p>"My favorite part was the naked carolers. Not possible in Northern climes, methinks.</p>
<p>“Wassail, wassail, all over the town, our whatever is white and our ale it is brown.”</p>
<p>I think our marmots are brown, also. And our whatevers are getting blue. :eek:</p>
<p>Naked carolers, for real?</p>
<p>Saturnalia was apparently a “Carnival” type holiday and revelers ran naked in the streets of Rome, singing songs to the gods. So yeah, naked carolers were just one of the ancient customs that evolved into our tree-trimming, mistletoe-laden, punchbowl-enjoying Victorian holiday, after first being co-opted by the Church.</p>
<p>Neat, huh?</p>
<p>Wassail has always been one of my favorite songs…brings back memories of earnest HS boys singing acappella.</p>
<p>I sang it when I was in A Capella… But clothed.</p>
<p>The brown Wal-marmots have come through. As usual ;). My Wii est arrivee. I had a Fairyii Godfather along with the marmots on this one. Ya gotta pull out all the stops for some thiings. But, mootie, I had another iiron in the fire. So if the marmots come through double time, I’ll be your Fairyii Godmother and divert a Wii in your direction. </p>
<p>Pour the marmots a Thank You/Motiivating wassail.</p>
<p>Wassaiil.:). Enjoy the sight of your 20-year old hopping around waving a white thing that looks like a small surge protector, turning to his mother from time to time to say, yeah, I smacked that one. Or, man, I am really good at this:). And if suggests giving the Mii of you gray hair, beat him at tennis or something in revenge…</p>
<p>Yeah, I’m planning to out-bowl and out-golf him big time, Alu. Famous last words. I’m still 95% brown and 5% gray (at least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it and I’m still virgin in the hair color dept), so he better not give Mii gray hair. :p</p>
<p>Let’s not give our kids any ideas about reviving Saturnalia. That’s all we need–a wintertime equivalent of Spring Break, combining caroling and streaking! :D</p>
<p>But it sounds like the Wiis will keep them indoors & safely occupied.</p>
<p>Or they could do naked Wiis sports. How terrifying.</p>
<p>My S is interested in a Wii. Story on Fox news about plasma TVs getting impaled with the remote, broken wine glasses, etc. Turns out the thing is quite dangerous. Naked Wii sports does sound terrifying.</p>
<p>Variation on the Cosmo recipe. Was at party a few weekends ago where the host served pitchers of frozen white cosmos. Used the white cranberry juice. Guess it doesn’t stain.</p>
<p>Well, see… look at that. We get near the B-I-G 5000th post and the whole site goes on hiatus!!! Welcome back!</p>
<p>Ha…all the Wii’s suddenly plugged in…:)</p>
<p>Yeah. I bet a lot of you (er, us) were starting to go through withdrawal. ;)</p>
<p>I think it was like the old “if a tree falls in the forest”…I mean do Colleges really exist when CC goes down? All over the country bricks, mortars, bedraggled students, blackboards, old pizza boxes, all started to shimmer and fade…A few days without CC and the idea of DD leaving home and the gnashing of teeth over where…just seemed like a bad dream!</p>
<p>Even the marmots were nervous! Pacing back and forth, impatiently awaiting their next assignment…waiting for that 5000th post…</p>
<p>hey I’m in a wind storm and my electricity keeps fading, the trampoline has blown about 50’ and knocked over the paddock fence…but if my little digits keeep typing may be I’ll be 5000…umm is it lucky? :)</p>
<p>Oh Crap…no confetti, or trumpets, sage brush blows through the Bar, and one lone scrap of paper falls from the rafter “5000th Post - You Get To Feed and Clean the Marmots for the Next Year”…grmphmm@8*&^%^%#@ wanders off… :o</p>