<p>Alumother, You needn’t transform for me! I’ll take Glinda in her black skateboarder hoodie, drugstore reading glasses and slippers anytime! (Thanks!)</p>
<p>Oh the joy of sheepskin (moosehide?) slippers from LL Bean. The joy, the joy. Not to mention sweat pants with elastic waistbands. My uniform.</p>
<p>Much better to relax with, my dears.</p>
<p>
Which one of these is the real SBmom? 
</p>
<p>Personally, I think the whole sweatpants and Bean slippers thing is a subterfuge, to throw us off the scent of the true fashionista who is SBmom.</p>
<p>Picture this scenario. A few years down the track, TSFS, surprises all skeptics with his rockin’ performance at ______, the hot Ivy of 2009. The DD (Dream Daughter) is safely ensconced in some dream job with a dream grad school on the horizon and some really really nice guy trailing that red hair with a look of pure adoration in his eyes. </p>
<p>All the worry settles into : Job Well Done, Atta Girl.</p>
<p>The rubbish of 2006 is long-ago history, buried in the landfill of life. And there she is. A stunning Glen Close look-alike in the SA corner, grey neatly hidden by L’Oreal blonde highlights. Prada skirt showing just enough leg. Ferragamo heels say: Hello! Sexy and Fabulous. 5 carat diamond earrings say: Start-up? Been there done that. </p>
<p>Happen to see the cover of Wired last month?</p>
<p>Then, from the bar, a well-known ___<strong><em>, a </em></strong> look-alike with a Hugh Grant sense of humour, casts a glance her way–and is instantly smitten. SA girlfriends scatter to the far corners of the bar and suddenly, it’s all on for Alum. A whole new life on a whole new road. Wowza.</p>
<p>
</p>
<p>She’s a sqad leader of F/A-18’s on the Abe Lincoln and heading to the Naval War College. You Go Girl!</p>
<p>jmmom, BOTH. Depends on whether I’m at home, or out and about…</p>
<p>give me sweatpants and a hoodie and i will be happy. i wonder at what age i will finally grow up and try to look a little more sophisticated when lounging or running errands…</p>
<p>wbow: sophisticated when lounging or running errands? Ha! double Ha!</p>
<p>In two months I will have to shed my elasticized pants, layers of thermal tops, sweaters, peel the husband’s thick wool socks off my feet, shear off the winter wool and stand almost nekkid on a beach in Maui :o …Dahling Daughter wrote up a plan for me this morning outlining how to eat (no snacks :eek:), exercise and more exercise…she guaranteed I’d be bikini ready…
</p>
<p>When it all gets too much, I’ll be in SA for the Farmer’s Lunch at the back of the Pub…ahhhh virtual calories…
The thing I love about the Alley is how we all have that “Stand By Me” quality; a troop of young boys off on an adventure with nothing but a plastic comb and a few coins… Ha Ha…Life gets so complicated when you become a grown-up, but then as you age it starts to get simple again…now where is my comb?.. :)</p>
<p>“but then as you age it starts to get simple again”</p>
<p>BHappyMom…you hit it right on the uncombed head!</p>
<p>My SIL wants to be buried in her flannel-lined LL Bean jeans I gave her for Christmas about ten years ago. Weenie - My mother used to call getting all of us out of the house in the morning “the great snowsuit shuffle”. Finally, a little cold weather. School was cancelled yesterday in Dallas, no snow yet in MA. Maybe tommorrow.</p>
<p>“the great snowsuit shuffle”. Oh lord, I remember it well. Then remember how hard it was to cram them in their car seats!!! :eek:</p>
<p>^^^ weenie, Yes! We all used to talk about whose babies and toddlers would “transfer” (ie stay asleep while carrying from the car) and whose would not. I am jealous of the young moms of today and all the great technological advancements in car seats and strollers. The car seat just snaps out and onto your stroller or carriage!</p>
<p>Today after I put on all 8 of my dogs’ boots and their coats I was SO HOT that I grabbed a fleece jacket and went out - and it felt good! (Hmmm…maybe my little dogs are too hot???)</p>
<p>Your doggies do have fur coats, right? You didn’t give them bikini waxes or anything? :eek:</p>
<p>weenie, you know, hon, once we women get to a Certain Age… well, let’s just say I often feel like the family furnace, so maybe the doggies are just fine in their get-ups. ;)</p>
<p>^ Well I am wondering about that! :D</p>
<p>Any Klingon speakers here that can translate White House speak?</p>
<p>I’m here in Southern Nevada, and I just spent the better part of my morning writing a post for CC. I finally hit the “Post Quick Reply” button, and Voila! A cryptic message informing me that I hadn’t logged in…which I had, but too much time had passed while I was writing my post, and I was logged off. </p>
<p>:::sigh::: I had saved, but not the whole thing. Not the last couple of paragraphs which took a little longer to pull out of the hat. My post was about how the intrepid sluggson called two nights ago and asked me to drive up to Davis to buy textbooks. So that it’s not a total waste, I’ll post what I had. I’ll have a Corona and a slice of lime while I feel sorry for myself and curse the god of timing out:</p>
<p>Ah, the trials and tribulations of freshman man-boys…
10 p.m. Wednesday Night ::::brrrrrinnnngg::::</p>
<p>SluggSr bolts out of bed toward the phone in the bedroom, hops over the pile of shoes, newspapers, TV Guides, and Entertainment magazines next to his side of the bed, and propels himself toward the opposite wall like Eric Liddell, the Flying Scotsman, in Chariots of Fire. </p>
<p>I, otoh, refuse to move. Once my sluggbutt is in bed, there are few things that can wrench me away from my winter hibernation quarters. Just before his outstretched hand reaches the phone, I remind him that the Caller ID battery died just before Christmas, and it could be anyone --my verbally insatiable sister or a solicitor from the California Police & Sheriffs’ Association-- at the other end of that call. Only a lunatic (remember, we live in the San Francisco Bay Area) would call after the universally acknowledged 9 p.m. cut-off time for pestering people at home.</p>
<p>SluggSr performs a lovely Changement de Pieds and charges down the hall as the phone ::::brriinnngs:::: a second time. I hear the bottom of his moccasins skid across the wooden floor as he lunges toward the phone in the kitchen. There is a one-second delay as he attempts to read the Caller ID in the dark, then he snaps up the phone because he is genetically predisposed to answer the phone.</p>
<p>SluggSr: *Hello?<a href=“as%20opposed%20to%20my%20post-9%20p.m.%20greeting%20of,%20%5Bi%5DWuh-HUT?!%5B/i%5D”>/i</a></p>
<p>SluggJr: Hey, can Mom drive up here tomorrow so that I can buy books?</p>
<p>(SluggSr’s mind now churning out the most likely scenario for this request…) —TIMED OUT!!</p>
<p>Okay, here’s what happened: Sluggydad is still so grateful that Sluggson is in college this year that he agreed to take a half-day off of work and drive up to the Aggie bookstore to buy textbooks. It’s a long story why we no longer have a joint checking account with the aggieslugg and how he immediately maxed out the credit card that Wells Fargo gave him for overdraft protection. </p>
<p>We avoided this financial sticky wicket with our bananaslugg by starting a line of credit at her college bookstore at the beginning of the year. I don’t know why we missed the boat on that with aggieslugg, but I believe SluggSr came up with something. I don’t know – I’m in Vegas where semis speed up and aim for cars trying to merge onto the freeway. It’s a fun place. </p>
<p>Now, where would I rather be? Home taking calls from our kids at college or here trying to avoid getting run over by drunk and deranged truck drivers? Let me think about it. :)</p>
<p>slugg–you write the most descriptive posts! I could just see sluggdad heading for the phone and was hoping this wasn’t going to be about cracking a body part against an immovable object in the dark!</p>