<p>My D called tonight, excited to report that she’d auditioned for and been selected by the <em>best</em> a cappella group at her school. She is over the moon. I am really happy because she hasn’t been singing for the past 2 years even though it was a big love of hers in HS. And now she’s back. </p>
<p>Note to moms of freshmen who don’t call (Mootie, you know who you are): I have had 3 calls so far, since she left home on 8/30. I think her freshman year it took until about November for me to have received 3 calls. So it gets better!!!</p>
<p>if you ever want to hit 1000, you have to post other places at the cafe is fat free and “0” calories. Why do you think we drink so much here? There never any hangovers, memory lapses as to what happened the night before. Sure there are plenty of senior moments and times where our memory is a bit selective (I just attribute all of this to the Vegas like atmosphere of this joint).</p>
<p>Could you imagine this crowd in vegas together??</p>
<p>sybbie, you know what the wise man says: If you arrange it, they will come.</p>
<p>SBmom, I’m hopeful still (and still waiting for a call…) but reread your post and take note of the significant gender difference between our offspring. I’m not going to hold my breath… although there’s always hope.</p>
<p>mootmom, are you saying he hasn’t called yet??? How many days has it been? </p>
<p>sybbie, I know I need to get out more. It’s funny how I thought the cafe was ridiculous back during S’s senior year when I was all stressed out and too busy to come down here. The real parent’s formum was where it was happening. Fast forward to D’s senior year, and I can hardly be bothered to click upward anymore. I guess the second time around really can be easier (it was true for their births as well). </p>
<p>On a positive note, H sent S a one-sentence inquiry about a particular political candidate, not expecting a real response for him because he tends to ignore emails and because he had fallen out of love with his former flame (politics). But S sent back a lengthy (10 sentences and quite witty) reply that made us think back to freshman year of college when he was all lit up with possibilities and had a fire in him. It makes me optimistic that he is returning to himself after a sophomore year from hell. I’m hoisting a Coors Light over the idea (nothing too heavy or committed, just a light beer to celebrate a flicker of hope). Happy Friday night to you all.</p>
<p>Page 2 – AGAIN! Heck, we’re gonna have to do something about this Page 2 business.</p>
<p>It’s Fall, folks. We drag our sorry a<strong>es in here to reflect on the long haul through summer, and for some, it’s a Mos Eisley opportunity to rub shoulders with aliens, squirrelly superheroes, and parents of high schoolers (and other dangerous characters). There’s a 40-year old bowl of Beer Nuts in here, and I don’t believe we’ve ever had a conversation about religion, politics, or whatever the ƒu</strong> that other topic is that eventually makes people hurl chairs at one another. </p>
<p>A quick click past Page 1 threads about dying kids in cars and famous children’s book authors who have gone to that big Barnes & Noble in the sky. I’m beginning to appreciate the obsolescence of Page 2…</p>
<p>I’ll clink a DosXX bottleneck with ya, momof2inca – Here’s to the sophomore year from Hell and to those who emerge from the scorched ground as Accounting majors and future beard & moustache champions. :)</p>
<p>My 20-minute edit time ran out before I could post my edited…um, post, so instead of contacting The Adminstrator, whom I suspect is God, I’m just going to repost the whole doggone thing. So, there! :p</p>
<p>Page 2 – AGAIN! Heck, we’re gonna have to do something about this Page 2 business.</p>
<p>It’s Fall, folks. We drag our sorry a<strong>es in here to reflect on the long haul through summer, and for some, it’s a Mos Eisley opportunity to rub shoulders with aliens, squirrelly superheroes, and parents of high schoolers (and other dangerous characters). There’s a 40-year old bowl of Beer Nuts in here, and I don’t believe we’ve ever had a conversation about religion, politics, or whatever the ƒu</strong> that other topic is that eventually makes people hurl chairs at one another. Nazis? No, I think that most people agree that Nazis are bad. Taxes? No, that’s the death and taxes thing. Parking tickets? No, traffic makes everybody crazy. The immigration debate? Superman versus a Jedi? Hillary versus Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Well, like Gaku, the little kid from Japan who spent one year in my son’s second grade class, used to say…“I dunno!!” (Minus all of the spitting and pummeling of the Apple II monitor with his fists). </p>
<p>A quick click past Page 1 threads about dying kids in cars and famous children’s book authors who have gone to that big Barnes & Noble in the sky. I’m beginning to appreciate the obsolescence of Page 2…</p>
<p>I’ll clink a DosXX bottleneck with ya, momof2inca – Here’s to the sophomore year from Hell and to those who emerge from the scorched ground as Accounting majors and future world beard & moustache champions. This year’s winner in the natural beard category is the bass player in sluggson’s band.</p>
<p>Count on sluggy to put everything into perspective!</p>
<p>Here’s a DosXX to all the boys who run cross country in this heat & humidity. (I’ll drink the beer, the kid gets Gatorade.) When WILL fall come???</p>
<p>Announcement: Littlest Son is now a hipster! :eek: He is now wearing the ultra skinnyu pants look after going birthday shopping with his grandmother. </p>
<p>Did anyone else not get the punchline to Doonesbury today? I left a message for S to call me about it. It’s the first time ever that I feel too old to understand a reference. It’s about Facebook and Alex Doonesbury changing her profile, and I’d been following along quite well, even though I’ve never ever visited Facebook.com, until this morning’s punchline. Now I’m stumped. It has something to do with flies. I don’t get it and now I feel horribly old and out of touch, which is the first sign of either impending dementia or peri-menopause and both of those suck, I’ve heard. I’m just going to sit here in the dark with the 40-yea-old Beer Nuts and sulk until either S calls (fat chance) or someone helps me.</p>
<p>What the guy in Doonesbury is saying is that he’s done a heck of a lot of work prepping for classes; Alex says she’s updated her Facebook page and he’s saying, gosh, she’s done a lot of work, too. And he’s being sincere, or at least trying to make points with her. “No flies on you” is not a new saying, it means you’re moving too fast for flies to gather . . . or at least you are not covered in cow dung.</p>
<p>And I will sneak in a bowl of edamame, coat them with sugar, and pretend they are Beer Nuts. </p>
<p>Dementia can be useful. It allows us to hear the voices of our children when they aren’t actually talking to us…Or else not to hear them when they are.</p>
<p>Fall.</p>
<p>I also have a senior child to shepherd off to college. Let me confess the true horror of this. </p>
<p>I have to be in a fashion show with S. Yes. The school fashion show. All seniors have to participate with the parent of the opposite sex. We wear clothes donated by local stores. Oh the horror. You can just imagine how this works. The mothers who run the show all wear the clothes from Cache - local prom/evening dress heaven. The rest of us wear other stuff. And WE don’t get to choose, as you can imagine. The good news, Alumother is NOT wearing Tommy Bahamas. The bad news, Alumother and Aluson will be wearing Nike.</p>
<p>Nike.</p>
<p>Now, if that meant some rockin’ hip-hop baggy shorts and a boarder shirt, I’d be OK. If it meant some soulful yoga pants and a OMmerific shirt, I’d be OK. But I am just dreading the actuality. Bad option number 1 - it’s one of those “jogging” suits in which suburban moms usually jog around the supermarket. Stretch waist and puffy butt in lovely lavender. Bad option number 2 - it’s a tennis dress. Alumother does not play tennis. At all. Ever. Bad option number 3 - it’s golf clothes. Alumother does not play golf. And Alumother looks natively preppy enough what with the genetics that she does not want to have golf clothes within 50 yards of her body.</p>
<p>The event is in two weeks. I still don’t know what godawful thing I am going to have to put on my body. </p>
<p>Saving grace of this disaster? I have volunteered to work backstage. This ups the chance of my being able to hear my son actually speak. And, of course, given that he and I will walk down the aisle together, my maternal heart is very likely to be so bursting with joy and attacks of son cuteness that I will be able transcend the horror of navy and red golf sweaters or lemon yellow tennis skirts. </p>
<p>Can’t you request some BCBG or Nanette Lepore?!</p>
<p>Do not despair: some of those Nike tennis dresses are pretty darn sexy… In fact this VERY morning I wore my best one (navy blue, spaghetti straps, cleavagey). My H asked me what sort of tennis dress THAT was as I walked by on my way out. He looked like he wanted to toss a burka over me.</p>
<p>Why did I wear this fancy dress? </p>
<p>Well, yesterday my JFSWTAH told me “I like your outfit; you dress much better than most moms,” which I savored like manna from heaven, until Littlest S chimed in with “well, except when you go to tennis.” Which is true, I pretty much wear rag bag tennis duds (old sweats, stained or bleach-mottled tee shirts, etc-- because what is the point of fancy stuff to just go sweat in? </p>
<p>However just to prove him wrong I dolled up this am in my one and only sexy tennis dress bought on sale maybe two years ago. Which is a Nike :).</p>
<p>Wow, I’m a devotee of Josef Seibel European Comfort shoes, but I think I could really start stylin’ in those Nike dance boot/shoes. Support, traction, fashion…all good for a long day on my feet in the classroom. Then if we ever start a dance night here in the Alley, I could come straight from work without having to change my shoes!</p>
<p>Alum, LOL! You can bet it’s going to be a pair of jogging pants that fit nice and snug in all of the places you don’t want them to. My body and Nike do not agree on where tightatude should occur. I’m not a Size 6 anywhere, not even in my armpits, so don’t make a sports bra that yanks my boobs clear up to my chinny-chin-chin. Or, straps them down so tight against my chest that cleavage appears somewhere in the vicinity of my shoulder blades.</p>
<p>I saw a send-up to big butts on Nikewomen.com, and naturally, the picture showed a ginormous rear end wrapped up in a Size 8 pair of Spandex running shorts…and not a hint of cellulite. Show the real Size 14 keister in a pair of Wacoal Shapewear high-waist briefs. That’s a real woman’s butt. </p>
<p>Enjoyed the Doonesbury strip, momof2inca. :)</p>
<p>A school fashion show? With senior boys in high school and their moms? Senior girls and their dads? C’mon Alumother, say you’ll put it on You Tube and post the link! I wanna see!</p>
This year’s winner in the natural beard category is the bass player in sluggson’s band.</p>
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