<p>Stiff upper lift at this house from the dad. When dad realizes what has happened he is usually able to give the tired mom a break.–and forgets that I was “overreacting”.</p>
<p>:::crashes through front door:::</p>
<p>:::staggers up to the bar and climbs onto stool, shaking head:::</p>
<p>:::and says…:::</p>
<p>Whatever you do, don’t go outside. There’s a near riot going on out there because someone brought up Religion and/or Politics. I barely made it into here. I need a very stiff drink. What’s the house favorite?</p>
<p>On second thought, it’s the 4th of July, so beer seems in order.</p>
<p>Oh my, the “deadly duo” of discussions…religion and politics…say it isn’t so… Yikes, good thing we have Sinners’ Alley,a bastion of…well…I don’t know…a bastion of non political and religious discussions…unless its a joke about 2 nuns in a bar with a talking monkey…have ya heard that one??</p>
<p>Happy 4th of July!!</p>
<p>When my daughter was in elementary school, she was bike riding with friends and their dad. Fell off her bike; she got up, and the dad looked at her wrist and told her to “shake it off.” Several hours later, he brought her home and mentioned the fall. I took one look at her wrist, grabbed the Cribbage board to splint her arm, and raced to the hospital. Yep, it was broken alright. The poor dad felt just awful, but I chalked it up as “mom instinct” vs. “male cluelessness”. Not sure that actually made him feel any better :D!</p>
<p>mezzomom - That story reminds me of when our family was on a cross-country ski trip (day trip). Our son (about 15) started complaining about a pain in his side and wanted to stop and rest. We were all over him about being a slacker and told him to just get going again. We still had several hours of skiing to get back to the car. That night, when we were back home, the pain got worse - so bad that I rousted our family doctor out of bed and described the symptoms. “Run, don’t walk,” he said, “to the emergency room.” Two hours later our son was in surgery having an appendectomy.</p>
<p>emeraldkitty,
It was a vacation from the Bay Area. We went through Hilo a couple of times and couldn’t help noticing that there is a University of Hawaii there. It’s suburban, laid back, & fourth-tier, which suits our ds, at the moment. </p>
<p>Small classes, too. We’d love to see him get out of the area, although I have a teensy bit of fear that he’ll end up swinging from a vine somewhere.</p>
<p>There is also a campus in Honolulu (University of Hawaii Manoa), but we haven’t been there. It seems like a pretty different campus, though. For one thing, it’s bigger (13,070 students). More of an urban, commuter-type campus, according to USNWR. </p>
<p>Here’s a bit of info (from Princeton Review) on Hilo:
General Information
Admissions Selectivity Rating: 85
School Type: PUBLIC
Enrollment: 2,790
Religious Affiliation: No Affiliation
Year Founded: 1970
ACT Code: 904
Average SAT: 1000<br>
Average ACT: Not Reported
In-State Tuition: $2,424
Out-State Tuition: $7,992</p>
<p>Application Information
Regular Admission Deadline: 7/1
Priority Application Deadline: 3/1 (Woohoo!) </p>
<p>Academics
Academic Calendar: Semester
Degrees Awarded:
Bachelor’s
Post Bachelor’s Certificate
Master’s</p>
<p>Class Information
Most frequent class size: 20-29
Most frequent lab & sub-section size: 10-19
Faculty Information
Student/faculty ratio: 14:1
Full-time faculty: 171
Full-time & part-time faculty with PhDs: 58%
Classes taught by TAs: 0</p>
<p>I have polluted the bar’s Aloha with college stats. Apologies, cousins! ;)</p>
<p>I just want to say, after a couple of glasses of wine and a lot of illegal fireworks in the backyard, I am glad that you all, and the English language, have not yet been outlawed.</p>
<p>Pkow pkow wheeeee crack crack crack. Pow.</p>
<p>Sounds of fireworks. And in that environment, college stats cannot disrupt the stellar crew. So no apologies required.</p>
<p>Speaking of illegal fireworks-- I bought a bunch a few years ago when I was in North Carolina-- “Hey, they’re legal here! Cool!” </p>
<p>Brought them home in my carry-on bag. No problemo. My H just about had a heart attack when I produced them, “Hon, did you know that you just committed a Federal offense?!” Of course I didn’t have a clue. This was in 1999… innocent times.</p>
<p>::::Whamm-O!:::::Red, Nagahyde door slams against the wall::::light streams in from outside:::::</p>
<p>Move over, Dig. Jack Daniels, straight up. </p>
<p>Sheesh, would someone smack me in the forehead the next time I decide to read a post from someone on my IGNORE list?! </p>
<p>:::twelve people crash toward me leaping over tables to smack me in the forehead::::</p>
<p>HEY, I said, the next time! :)</p>
<p>Alright, I call a ROAD TRIP!! Where d’ya wanna go? It can be to anywhere. I’ve got a/c, so let’s go. We’ll split the gas. Shotgun is up for grabs, and there’s plenty of room in the Vista Cruiser for pillows and a cooler. I’ll drive the first stretch to…Mesa Verde National Park, one of my all-time favorite places. </p>
<p>Dropped my camera on a wall at the Sun Temple the last time I was there. Craaaaccckk! The camera split clean in two, but I managed to snap it back together, and it worked fine after that. </p>
<p>Roadside attractions await! Kamikaze-style, we’re going to skip the McD’s and eat at local establishments run by eccentric, but nice people. Does that make us foodies? BYO music. First up, one of my personal favorites: Every Day’s A Polka Holiday, an Arizona polka band that plays fine honky music. :D</p>
<p>slugg, that’s funny. I don’t even know how to use the ignore list . I may start trying to learn.</p>
<p>O.K. The good stuff. Honky as in tonk? Or Honkey as in Myron Florian from Lawrence Welk? (Was that even his name?)</p>
<p>Curmey, I use the ignore feature because it’s easier than wearing a cast-iron girdle, which has a tendency to slide off. :)</p>
<p>slugg-</p>
<p>ROAD TRIP!! Each of us can suggest one destination and then we can put them all together in one itinerary. Mesa Verde for you. Here’s mine:</p>
<p>We stop in Santa Fe and stay at the Don Gaspar Compound (<a href=“http://www.dongaspar.com)%5B/url%5D”>http://www.dongaspar.com)</a>. We’ll each get our own casita with a small courtyard, and we’ll meet for breakfast at the main house, admiring the unbelievable flower gardens within the entire compound. We’ll walk around Santa Fe on our own that day and then meet again for dinner at Cafe Sena in the Sena Plaza for authentic Santa Fe dining pleasure. Then walk back for another night at Don Gaspar and be ready to hit the road after another incredible breakfast!!! </p>
<p>Count me in. Whoo hooo - ROAD TRIP!!</p>
<p>sluggbugg: i agree about mesa verde–it really is lovely. i went there last summer.</p>
<p>as for me, i had a bit of an accident the other day and spilled scalding hot tea all over my right hand. i can’t write, draw, hold a book, or do anything remotely useful–i’m typing this with one hand, an ice pack around the other, ignoring capitalization and feeling like a miserable idiot. i think i’ll pull out that fake id again… yemaya, are you still there?</p>
<p>I opened a new thread in the parent cafe to discuss slugg’s road trip idea…</p>
<p>Hey, hey, hey – I’m back, too. Been dancing in the dark by myself, eyes closed, frug-style, all weekend at great parties while sad husband plays the lonesome tune in Maui. Poor guy.</p>
<p>I, too, like the road trip idea very much…can we do a CC elder hostel kinda thing…maybe study the way alcohal is served in all the great village bars in the Cotswalds or note the angle of repose of the heads of tango dancers in glitzy Acapulco clubs? The elder hostel uin baltimore is right aro8und the corner from Peabdy Conservatory and a room costs $40-50 a night for two with no TV and free coffee in the downstairs lounge. You can go to many Peabody music performances, free, too.</p>
<p>Or how about a week learning to rope cattle at Curmudgeon’s ranch? I’ve never been on a Texas Ranch.</p>
<p>Well, hop in, thisyeargirl. We’re meeting Dig over at the ROAD TRIP thread. I put a big piece of foam in the back of the Vista Cruiser, and the cooler is loaded with ice. You can lie on your back and watch the rain drops hit the Vista-window when we cross over the Bighorn Mountains in Wyoming. </p>
<p>Crash, I thought Curmey raised emus. Or, was it a mongoose farm?</p>
<p>Don’t want to hijack the thread, so back to Emeraldkitty’s inquiry re: things to do when you want to take a break from being respectable. For me, that translates into doing things that are fun, but you haven’t done them in a long time…or, perhaps ever. </p>
<p>~For those of us who have been married for 108 years, act like newlyweds. Remember what that was like? ;)</p>
<p>~Become a First Responder, join the volunteer fire department in a small town, and learn how to drive the fire engine. Raising a can of suds to my 67-y/o mom who just did this! :)</p>
<p>~Casually mention that you are going hunting in the Fall. Around here, that little comment will clear the room in under five minutes. Great way to get a table at Starbuck’s. </p>
<p>~Wear an off-the-chart, flowery mumu or a super-sonic Hawaiian shirt to a parent meeting. Well, high school parents are too jaded to give a rat’s behind, but try it at a gathering where you’re supposed to be respectable. Add socks with flip flops. Jeez, I’m giddy just thinking about it! :D</p>
<p>~Do what Crash does, i.e. dance “frug-style,” whatever that is, but it sounds interesting. This may require a margarita beforehand.</p>
<p>“Frug-style” = eyes closed, no partner, wiggling the tush, and flailing the arms back and forth…to SANTANA. I always get work done faster when I listen to Santana…for many reasons.</p>
<p>And Sluggbug, I would very much like to climb aboard the Vista Cruiser, too (whatever THAT is…) and watch raindrops as we cross over Wyoming into Texas (or however you get there – I’m an East coast bgirl myself) to stroke Mudge’s nodes, pethis emus, llamas, chinchillas, and prairie dogs, and discuss matters of grave importance over cheap vino.</p>
<p>wel to bring back memories of our hormonally charged youth, we are going camping sunday… at the ocean however so I don’t know how much shrubbery will be around our campsite
Speaking of shrubbery-our local neighborhood is showing Monty Python and the holy grail in a parking lot sat night- debating whether to go-
it can be fun but waiting till dark to see a movie outside may be one of those things that is better left to those young enough to sit on teh ground for a few hours.
That is so cool that your mom is working with the fire dept! good luck to her!</p>
<p>LOL on your hunting comment. I was walking the dog during the 4th of July celebrations and someone commented - didn’t the noise bother her- I responded that she was a huntin’ dog. ( by which I meant that she had been bred for sport not show) but wow- you should have seen the look I got. This is in Seattle- so I may utilize it more often 
I don’t have a mumu & I already have a reputation as a PITA at the board meetings I think- but I will have to see what I can find.</p>
<p>Lol, Crash. Pet his emus?! 
A Vista Cruiser is a boat…well, technically, it’s a humongous station wagon. :)</p>