<p>Moominmama, we have the 21st birthday coming up in a couple of months. I am not looking forward to waiting out that night.</p>
<p>sarahsmom–LOL</p>
<p>We used to joke about bruises on the hips as being a reason not to go braless at any age. </p>
<p>Not a problem if you are as flat as I am, however…</p>
<p>jmmom–geek that I am, I came to the same grammatical conclusion and I like your explanation. </p>
<p>And in re the Beyonce Bounce:</p>
<p>Let’s not.</p>
<p>Don’t dis it if you haven’t tried it. The Beyonce Bounce isn’t easy to learn. Once you have learned it, it’s fun and it has a few advantages beyond Shock Power on the SF Fashion Stage When Performed by Our Glenn Close Look-Alike Who Will Be Dressed Like Beyonce on a Casual Day.</p>
<p>Other advantages:</p>
<ol>
<li><p>It makes 50 something Hs smile with twinkly eyes. (Think ‘Girls on Trampolines!’)</p></li>
<li><p>It makes 18 to 21 year old sons rapidly move to do any household chore if the alternative is that Mom will hang out in their room and Bounce to the groove that they happen to have playing on their speaks (aka ‘Mom Terrorism’ or ‘Fate Worse than Death’).</p></li>
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<p>cheers–good points both. I meant lets not do the BB on a runway, in public, dressed like THAT. :eek:</p>
<p>DHs would probably like it a lot.</p>
<p>And yes, any son of mine would quickly do whatever I asked in return for not dancing, bouncing, singing, lip-syncing, miming, or even head-banging to his fav song. Even tho, as alluded to above, I have precious little to bounce. :D</p>
<p>Had rehearsal today. Wearing own clothes. Managed to torture son anyway, hehehe. I misbehaved - only a little bit but enough to torture him lovingly. Bounced a little. Punched him on his arm. Did a shimmy - on the side where only he could see, I think. Walked looooow. Made usual wisecracks.</p>
<p>God it was so funny. He was just saying “Mom!” over and over again. But with a big smile on his face. “Mom, I wish you could see yourself…” Big smile. He doesn’t know what he’s wearing yet but is hoping for boxing. The skinnyweight champion of the world!</p>
<p>We are supposed to have props. There are no props for hip hop but bling that I know of. And I doubt that this high school is going to spring for my fisrt initial 3 inches high in diamonds.</p>
<p>Damn.</p>
<p>If he winds up in boxing clothes I’m buyin’ the gloves.</p>
<p>jmmom’s analysis, while knocking It’s out of the sentence box, thankfully leaves 'Tis (It is) intact. PHEW.</p>
<p>Alu, Alu, Alu…</p>
<p>Hip Hop props:
guns
40s
big huge flat-billed (5950) baseball caps
hos
limos
cordless mics</p>
<p>Hmmm. I think that we here in SA could come up with some appropriate “props” for you, alumom… hey gang—any ideas?</p>
<p>jym626, sorry for the crappy stuff you’re dealing with right now. Relax on the college app thing–from last year’s experience, I know that the more I would nag, the less D would work on apps. I finally figured out that she was overwhelmed—between school work and app “pressure”. I put together a detailed spreadsheet which showed dates/deadlines—helping her organize her thoughts, and then discussing it in a “neutral” environment (went out to dinner to discuss) helped to get things back on track.</p>
<p>About H’s job, best wishes. I know it’s difficult to deal with the concept right now, but I’m a firm believer that things happen for a reason sometime. Hang in there–we’re all pulling for you. Isn’t it strange when you are SOOOO stressed out, that it’s hard to remember that you ever felt any differently…and it’s hard to imagine that you’ll ever feel better. But you will. Good SA thoughts for you.</p>
<p>p.s. cross posted—good ideas SBmom=== especially the hos, and don’t forget big shiny gold jewelry all over the place!</p>
<p>jym & moomin, I hope things turn out ok! Good thoughts coming your way and prayers too! Maybe you need some comic relief! </p>
<p>While attending my nieces first communion several years ago, we were lucky enough to be seated right behind the row of first communion candidates. I was so proud of my little family, all dressed up in their sunday best. Middle D was around two years old and had on the sweetest little dress with a matching coat, and she’d managed to get into church without ruining her white tights and black patent mary janes. It was time for a very solemn part of the service and the alter boy had just rung the bells. All of a sudden, a really foul odor arose from somewhere in front of us. The little girls in front of us started to look around at each other…My sweet little two year old, in a very loud voice, said “WHO FARTED!!!” Everyone in the row in front of us and two rows back started laughing, you know, mouths covered, shoulders shaking, bending over and trying not to make any noise. If the videographer had been on our side of the church, it would have been one of those “America’s Funniest Videos” for sure!</p>
<p>D was telling me of the various card, etc. games that are frequently in progress in their dorm lounge. Last night (or should I say this morning), they were in there playing cards, and some guy come in from other floor, quite inebriated. She had a stack of plastic cups from IKEA on the table that they had used for some game. One of the other guys did the “hide the ball under a cup” game (the one where you hide the ball under one cup, and then shuffle it around with 2 other cups and try to get the person to guess which cup has the ball). The poor drunk doofus tried it 3 times; kept getting it wrong, while everyone in the lounge was hysterically laughing. The little plastic cups were each a different color.</p>
<p>LOL ^^^</p>
<p>My analogous story is this. We were attending the wedding of a cousin’s son-- this branch of the family (one tiny branch on a large tree of athiests) is EXTREMELY religious/evangelical. During the whole wedding service, Jesus and his plan for the happy couple were mentioned so frequently you’dve thought He personally flew down from heaven and introduced the bride and groom. </p>
<p>Anyway.</p>
<p>It goes along in this vein for about six or eight minutes until there is a very loud, shrill woman’s voice that rings out, saying “Jesus Christ!” </p>
<p>It seemed to startle everyone but at first I thought it might be some sort of wacky “Amen!” situation… Well we all settle back down and a minute more of minister yakking goes by before we hear a booming “GodDAMN it, I can’t hear ANYTHING!” followed by another “Jesus CHRIST!” </p>
<p>Come to discover it was an elderly relative (not one of my relatives, but also someone non-religious) who is quite deaf and was straining to hear the minister. </p>
<p>The part that was so hilarous was that the people seated in front of us had been nodding right along with all the prior Jesus comments by the minister, totally on board with that aspect, clearly part of the church my cousin’s family attends-- but EVEN THEY were absolutely shuddering with suppressed laughter. I caught the wife wiping her eyes. </p>
<p>It was like an episode of “Curb Your Enthusiasm.”</p>
<p>SBmom, that is absolutely hilarious! Thanks!!</p>
<p>Great story, sbmom!</p>
<p>Just reporting a slight breakthrough in the household stalemate. DS went to HS college fair today. I met him there later, and he trotted off to have lunch with 2 girls (did I mention he’d already had lunch??). We were scheduled to go to one of those 2 hr college dog and pony roadshows tonight (we’ve already done a college tour). Son negotiated–if I’d let him blow it off, he’d sit down and work on the common app with me. DEAL!! DONE!! Sent DH to “sign in” for son. All is temporarily well with the world… while the internet is working, that is.</p>
<p>Props for that outfit? Hmmmm…unlaced high tops?</p>
<p>Basketball? JZ?</p>
<p>SBMom–priceless! The definition of irony, I believe.</p>
<p>RIP a little mousie that had been eating brownies every night in our kitchen. One morning I noticed a dent in the brownies, thought DH or son had had a nibble. The next morning a BIGGER dent, with the plastic wrap bitten through! Oh, oh, I thought. Don’t know how it got on the countertop, but we have a critter. And I know what to bait the trap with.</p>
<p>So the next night I set the trap. DH had to dispose of the creature this morning because he was first up.</p>
<p>Ewww, mommusic. I guess I’ll stop doing the peanut butter trick on the traps, but what a waste of good chocolate. 2 of our neighbor’s cats have adopted us (and H feeding them probably had a bit to do with it). In the past week, I’ve picked up 4 dead mice from our driveway/front steps. Obviously, the kitties love us and wanted to bring us presents.</p>
<p>Isn’t that nice of those kitties. Our cat used to fling them in the door when she came in. Once or twice they were not quite dead. EEEWWW!</p>
<p>jym: Essay Idea: how dare my brother break his leg on my college visit trip?</p>
<p>jym: How many schools is S applying to? It’s such a relief when those suckers are done. My D had an insane schedule her senior year because she was trying to get into a musical theatre program for which she had to audition and she was also involved in a bunch of stuff at school. We basically shut her up in our home office one weekend and said that if she didn’t get the basic info plugged in, we were not going to pay for the trips to the auditions. It seemed mean, but she was soooo glad when they were all done.
Good luck!</p>
<p>Sarahsmom & SBmom - hahahahaha!! Jmmom, I love it when you talk grammar. 
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