Sinner's Alley Happy Hour (Part 1)

<p>Mathmom, I just spend 2 hours scouring the house for those little cards. I found all but one, and he said he’d just send them an email tomorrow, then mail a letter. But he needs to do it for admission and a scholarship offer. </p>

<p>For one school I was ready to give up when I picked up one of the 4 million brochures they’ve mailed us over the last 2 years. I thought maybe he had stuck the stuff inside. Turns out the reply form and envelope were physically part of the brochure that had to be torn out. I never would have looked there on purpose. </p>

<p>Good luck. I figure an email will work. Most just want to know where he’s going if it’s not their school.</p>

<p>I remember those little cards…by the time my kids had their choices down to the 3 or 4 schools they knew they wanted, we had all the necessary papers in file folders and had tossed everything else. I swear it’s the only thing we were organized about around here.</p>

<p>Except for the tax file. ;)</p>

<p>To save SA from 2nd page oblivion, and since I haven’t posted in quite a while, so may I raise my glass to National Decision Day to all of those parents of '11-ers? WE DID IT!!!</p>

<p>SpringfieldDad and I are opening a bottle of champagne at dinner this evening.</p>

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Reminds me of the Advanced Seminar I once had to hold for DH and DS. Involved a dictionary and 2 Visual Aids: Chair - a place to sit; Hanger - an object to hang clothing on. Get the difference? I think they got it for the specific chair I used in the Seminar. Didn’t seem to be able to apply the concept to other chairs, the floor, etc. Oh, well. They have other redeeming features :).</p>

<p>SpringfieldMom - clear a few clothing items off a comfy chair and enjoy that champagne will sitting down! :smiley: :smiley: :D</p>

<p>Happy Decision Day :D.</p>

<p>Rescue from Page 2.</p>

<p>OK I had scary nightmares last night where zombies were chasing me through flashing colored lights and I was trying to poke them back with a pencil. And it’s raining today. And I’m feeling mopey about a bunch of things. So of course I stop by SA for a little pick-me-up: surely someone has a funny story that doesn’t involve zombies?</p>

<p>I think today must be National Buyer’s Remorse Day. What are we drinking?</p>

<p>It’s morning here, so hot cocoa with Kalhua and extra whipped cream. We need that extra calcium!</p>

<p>Moominmama–I like the way you think!</p>

<p>Trading nightmares with Mootie: Last night I dreamed that I was beating up 4 teenagers in my garage. They poked holes in my bicycle tire. Nice…</p>

<p>And, Renee --yes, I am very close to my family. So close, in fact, that my dad (whom my youngest sister calls the “sperm donor”) called me last night to talk about the upcoming family brawl/shoot-out (a.k.a. the family reunion) over Memorial Day. I plan to start drinking way ahead of schedule. My sister got me a cottage advertised as the “hunter’s special,” located behind a convenience store. Don’t ask me why it’s called the “hunter’s special,” but I imagine that you can trap a deer, bring it back to your room, have a deer slumber party, and then shoot it. </p>

<p>My sister and her family are staying at the only hotel in town, which happens to be built over the authentic ol’-timey Western saloon. They let you clean your guns in your room. That’s how I ended up with the cottage because I really didn’t want to be accidentally shot through the floor while brushing my teeth. :eek:</p>

<p>Anyhoo, my father and I are so close that when I answered the phone, he said, “Hi, it’s Rey – your dad.” Rey? I’m calling my parent by his first name, now? I should have been able to see this one coming after the last time I saw him, he referred to my mother by the wrong name, Diane, instead of Deanna. They were married for 20 years, but…oh, well. Diane, Deanna, the egg donor, whatever. Fine. Calling a parent by a first name is kind of fun, and it makes it less awkward to ask for a beer. Hey, Rey! Throw me a Bud! </p>

<p>My middle sister seems to have inherited this same ■■■■■■■■ way of identifying herself on the phone.</p>

<p>Hiiiiiiii…it’s your sister, Broooooke. As opposed to my phone technique, Hey, it’s me. I don’t want to talk, but Gramma died. Bye.
We’re 13 months apart, she’s been my sister for 48 years, and I talk to her every week, but I guess, she wants to eliminate any possible chance that I might confuse her with my multitude of friends named Brooke. I might get confused when Brooke Shields calls me to talk about her sequel to, Wanda Nevada. </p>

<p>Rey is going to camp out in the back of his truck. My youngest sister, her Mormon husband, her eighth grade son, and her sophomore daughter are staying at the saloon hotel. The Over-80’s are staying at the family homestead. I’ll be eating pepperoni sticks and drinking beer at the Hunter’s Special. :D</p>

<p>Oh, gosh, sluggbugg, my youngest sister also has a Mormon husband, and they are raising lots of children! Thanks for the laugh…my husband is casting strange looks at my corner of the sofa–he’s watching some Kent State anniversary in-depth report, and I know he’s wondering what I think is so funny about it.</p>

<p>You’ve inspired me to bare my soul…I’m the granddaughter of a Southern Baptist preacher on one side and a Spanish Assembly of God evangelist on the other side, and somehow my dad rebelled and became a serious psycho/alcoholic…oh my, the stories I could tell, some funny, some not so. But it was enough to make me take my mother’s constant warning (“If you drink, you will go straight to h*ll”) VERY seriously, and I was in my late 30s before I could ever bring myself to join my colleagues for an occasional lunch at the little tavern in the little town I lived in at the time. I mean, what if someone saw me there and thought I was one of THOSE women? So, when I discovered CC, I knew that Sinner’s Alley was not the place for me…but I just couldn’t help myself, I kept reading, and one day I finally posted, and I guess I’ll be a regular from now on!</p>

<p>slugg–you should write a screenplay. I can so see your family in my mind’s eye!</p>

<p>Renee–here in the Alley, you can drink whatever you want, whenever you want, with no fear of consequences. :D</p>

<p>Renee, I see you’ve succumbed to our peer pressure… Next thing you know you will be naked at Burning Man. ;)</p>

<p>Slugg, I bow down to you!!! </p>

<p>And I think Brooke Shields should play you when you write the movie.</p>

<p>SBmom,
Maybe it was a little peer pressure, but mostly it was the thought of the three-week-inlaw visit!</p>

<p>Oh, you are one of us, Renee! You’ve certainly got the creds. There’s an ongoing game of cosmic poker here in SA. I’ll match your psycho alcoholic dad with the sperm donor, and I’ll raise you with a sluggkid who occasionally sleepwalks into closets. </p>

<p>But, I think you’re going to win this round with the 3-week inlaw visit. :)</p>

<p>LFWB – Dude, you must be seriously proud of that boy!<br>
Mathmom, that guy is amazing! He has musician’s hair. I wonder if his mom was one of the people standing backstage.</p>

<p><a href=“http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHC_Qyov2Xc[/url]”>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHC_Qyov2Xc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

<p>Mathson’s little brother looked just like him for a while, but at the moment his hair is a bit shorter. The high school music program showed off it’s stuff at Carnegie Hall last week. Mathson’s LB was concertmaster for the freshman orchestra. Didn’t get to pretend to tune them this time. Mathson also was presented a technology award at the occassion. They got it mostly right though when they were talking about the computer programs he was “fluent” in, they started with QuickBasic. A little like saying a linguist is fluent in Pig Latin! Anyway it was cool that both kids got to be up on stage.</p>

<p>I had my in-laws for a couple of weeks in Germany many eons ago. I remember it being a looooog time. :)</p>

<p>Wow, some fiddle!</p>

<p>Missed that the first time!</p>

<p>OK. If Brooke Shields plays slugg I want Christopher Atkins to cross-dress and play me. A mojito for anyone who gets the reference.</p>

<p>Never saw The Blue Lagoon. ;)</p>

<p>Just finished watching the musical episode of Buffy - I think this whole thing needs to be done to song.</p>

<p>I don’t get a mojito if I had to google do I?</p>

<p>No, mathmom—it’s a Shirley Temple for you…</p>

<p>And, regarding visiting parents…Several years back, we moved from the Chicago area to just outside Monterey, California (you know, Pebble Beach, Big Sur, etc.) We’ve always been pretty open people about having people visit, but there was one stretch where we had at least one family member (my mom, my in-laws, an aunt, a niece, etc) visiting us non-stop for 7 (seven) months. I figure I became a saint at that point, and have never relinquished the title.</p>

<p>Oh yeah, Renee. You’re a card carrying Sinner with those credentials.</p>

<p>Brooke Shields for slugg? Not Holly Hunter? Not a young Sissy Spacek?</p>