<p>P.S. SluggyD got her official acceptance to the University of Copenhagen, so it looks like I’m going to have to learn how to use some new optional keys on my keyboard. :P</p>
<p>Mrs. Doubtfire. Does that mean you will be having “drive-by fruitings”? One of my favorite quotes ever. </p>
<p>Copenhagen, heck Scandinavia overall, is one of my favorite places.</p>
<p>Post a link to SluggS’s YouTube demo - if it exists. We will start a viral marketing campaign to make him famous.</p>
<p>Thereby making his parents rich.</p>
<p>Optimism is not always a dumb strategy. What a fricking roller coaster ride!</p>
<p>slugg, my hat is off to your equanimity while being whipsawed around like this by T(former)CFFH. You are one cool customer. Bravo.</p>
<p>SB</p>
<p>Ah, the lower case “f”. As in TfCFFH. Enables all of our boy achievers to retain emeritus status while their beleaguered parents pass on the available crowns and monikers.</p>
<p>Sluggjr is the first: TfCFFH. Soon mootie will have TfSFH, formerly known as TfJFH. SB will be hanging on to TSFS for a while, though. </p>
<p>How is it that we have no DDs with sketchy acronyms? Or have we already resolved that question?</p>
<p>I nominate SpringfieldGirl to be TTDFH (The Teenage Driver From Hell). We’re scheduled to give the ipod back on St. Patty’s day after confiscating it after her accident last month. We’ll see…I was kinda having fun with the darn thing!</p>
<p>Ah, welcome to sketchy acronyms, ye daughters of Sinners Alley :D.</p>
<p>My D is known as:</p>
<p>OSWAHSA.</p>
<p>Oh-she-who-ate-high-school-alive.</p>
<p>Don’t know how sketchy it is but man it was pretty tiring some times…plus caused a worrier mom to hope it wasn’t a case of burning out young. Haha. Ya worry if they are sketchy and ya worry when they aren’t but should be.</p>
<p>Motherhood. Perhaps Tit Meng An (sp) was a mom in his previous life - hence his enlightenment.</p>
<p>Teenage boys with “their musk glands oozing all over the place”…</p>
<p>And I thought it was just Axe™.</p>
<p>And the “f” in TfCFFH sands for “former”? When I first read about the latest SluggSon experience, I was assuming the “f” was a more descriptive adjective.</p>
<p>Finally took 8th grade S for first braces meeting with orthodontist. We have been fighting with him for two years just to get this far. Our own version of S from Hell is just beginning…</p>
<p>Freshman D is still cranking along at art school, happy as a pig in</p>
<p>mud.</p>
<p>Orthodontia!! <em>slaps self on forehead</em> That was one of the circles of hell I forgot!!</p>
<p>After dinner there were four available jobs to the 4 of us at the table. Do the dishes, walk the dogs, figure out mom’s ipod, or write son #2’s last (I hope) honors essay. Since one of the essay topics has to do with his weaknesses, son #1 volunteered for that one…ha. :eek:</p>
<p>When I left the house with the dogs and I said, “I don’t care who writes that damn essay, I just want there to be a draft when I get back!” (Did I mention it’s supposed to be there Friday?)</p>
<p>I’m the Mom of HWRN. aka He Who Reveals Nothing. There are days when I’d really, really like a chatty daughter.</p>
<p>I’m the mom of two HWRNs and the wife of one too. :(</p>
<p>jmmom has a HWRN too.</p>
<p>I, OTOH, have a HWRWTMI (he who reveals way too much information). D is also like this. </p>
<p>I am VERY flattered that my kids trust me with all their secrets but I know exponentially more than my H about each of them. It always feels a little sticky to know stuff H doesn’t know. Yet, if I blab, then no one will know. So I continue to be the secret keeper.</p>
<p>Oh yes. I can put my HWRN up against any of your HWRNs any old day. Case in point: he was supposed to call me when he arrived safely in New Orleans where he went to visit Tulane friends on his spring break. As if. But I know he’s alive - I checked his bank account online, where I transfer his allowance. He spent money in NOLA. He spends, therefore he is. :p</p>
<p>I am blessed with a DHWRJE (DH who reveals just enough). Perhaps there is hope for the DS???</p>
<p>My S reveals plenty. If you speak Gruntish that is.</p>
<p>Rounds are on me; my newly appendix-less daughter is safely ensconced in her own bed…the sleeping I expected with spring break is being greatly enhanced by regular doses of Percoset. I’m grateful for medical emergencies which are “routine”, and for a daughter who knows how to make me laugh even when in the midst of a pre-op conversation with the anesthesiologist (her question to him, “Isn’t the phrase ‘emergency appendectomy’ redundant?”)</p>
<p>Best of all, I got carded last night when ordering a beer with dinner. I gave the waiter a disbelieving look, and he told me that their policy was to card anyone who looked 25 or younger. If I’d had my drink already, I would have done a spit take all over the table. He did look a bit embarrassed when he saw my ID…I’m still trying to decide whether it was the dim lighting, his poor eyesight, or the fact that I was wearing a headband to tame my less-than-perfectly coifed hair. It sure does make up for the fact that I’ve been receiving invitations to join AARP since I was 25…</p>
<p>congrats, mezzo!! glad all is on the mend! My s#1, who is HWRWHIITM (he who reveals when he is in the mood) goes to the doc tomorrow morning. I await feedback, I hope. My DH and DS #2 are both HWRNBTTTM (he who reveals nothing but think they told me) – lots of “What? I didn’t know that” falls out of my mouth.</p>
<p>Sorry, slugg. You can’t return that crown just yet. So far, never say never, your son from heck is the only CCson who has dropped out after a semester in order to pursue easy money as a rock n’ roll dude. He’s jumped right out of the tippy boat. Pretty classic stuff. I think it will be awhile before any CC kid takes that crown.</p>
<p>The Sinners might have to Knight sluggiejr. Sir Prance About, or something to that effect.</p>
<p>My boys can do big blabs but they do it more out of mercy than natural inclination. It would be cruel and inhumane torture if they couldn’t blab back at me. <em>shivers at the thought of non-verbal children</em></p>
<p>My DH…hmmm. He can be the witty life of the party but when it’s time to talk about The Relationship, I frequently have to remind him that no words are coming out of his mouth. I can see the words–in Invisi-type–running behind his eyes but no sound. He’s a mystery, that one.</p>
<p>OK, I have to break into the party to throw some confetti. TSFH has pulled it out of the hat again: his scholarship award came today. $20,000 each year, for four years. (That KLUNK! you heard would be the sound of my jaw hitting the table.) My favorite part of the letter? “*The increase in your award <a href=“yes,%20this%20is%20a%20$1500%20increase%20in%20the%20annual%20amount%20mentioned%20in%20the%20nomination%20letter”>/I</a> reflects the impression you left on our faculty and their strong desire to have you join our academic community.” Some of these sons do know how to put their best foot forward, don’t they!</p>
<p>If I weren’t heading to the gym to work off our Pi Day Dinner, I’d toast you all. Save me a warm seat at the bar, I’ll be stopping by to bend an elbow later – I heard SluggieSon’s band may be playing! Confetti for all!</p>
<p>Way to go mootson!! Sounds like the Marmots worked OT…as did your S, Moot.</p>
<p>Cheers, scariest two words in the english language to a male are: “the relationship”!</p>
<p>Meezomom, hope you left the bartender at least a 20% tip.</p>