<p>Mommusic - do not worry! We will send all our slacker sons over to son-weight your sofa for you. Right now my sofa denizen is switching back and forth between America’s Next Top Model, Season 4, and Celebrity Fit Club:). Season 4, that’s the part I can’t quite take in.</p>
<p>Do anarchists watch reality TV? If they had a reality show about anarchy, what would happen on it? Fantasy?</p>
<p>I once read a joke that went something like this: Son, a recent college graduate, finally lands a “summer job” (not the real thing), and is gainfully employed for 37-1/2 hours per week. Dad had made arrangements with son to do some minor painting and other house repairs on Saturday, the first day they both had off from work. Bright and early Sat morning (8 am?), Dad knocks on son’s door, “Dear Graduate! Time to wake up! Mother has cooked eggs, pancakes, juice and all are waiting for you downstairs so we can get busy!”</p>
<p>Son replies: “Dad! Don’t you realize I’M WORKING NOW! I really have to get some sleep on the weekends, ya know.” </p>
<p>Here’s to the slackers, too. They make our bp rise, and weird grunts come from our throats, but they’re cute and usually have hot girlfriends they can’t afford!</p>
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Exactamundo. As one of the dads said awhile back on a thread about airport hassles when they’re flying to/from school… “They’re college students. They’re supposed to suffer!” </p>
<p>Since they never had to walk 5 miles up hill both ways in the snow to get to school, they need a sketchy apartment and a couple of airport stand-bys to give them something to harangue their future kiddos with.</p>
<p>mommusic, I think your S may have lost his Slacker Card. Summer job, in his field, lined up in early April is, I would have to say, a Major Violation. If it’s only his first strike, though, maybe he can have another chance to verify his credentials. Like, maybe, planning to show up for the first day in his “More Cow Bell” t- shirt.</p>
<p>We try to make it easy on these kids but you know, they’re younger than we are and they can take it (airport hassles & cheap apartments.) Makes them realize life doesn’t come on a silver platter.</p>
<p>jmmom–hey, he’s proud of that “More Cow Bell” t-shirt. :D</p>
<p>But you’re right. we are not only relieved, but rediculously proud of him.</p>
<p>I just realized he has another chance to prove his slacker status…tax day is looming. If he doesn’t file to get that refund (small, but still…) !</p>
<p>Other college son has hole-in-the-head status in the family. Speaking to him on the phone late at night before his trip to Canada, he wondered aloud if he had his passport with him, or was it at home. WHAT? Not packed yet and not sure where the passport is? </p>
<p>Well, he must have had it, b/c we have seen the photos and he is indeed in Canada (Int’l Collegiate Programming Competition.) Beautiful snow-covered mountain scenery…and happy programmers being treated to really fine food & lodgings. They don’t have that been-up-for-two-straight-days living dead look yet. :D</p>
<p>Well, momm… sorry to break it to you. But he might not have needed that passport to get TO Canada. </p>
<p>Let’s he see if they let him back in :eek:.</p>
<p>^^^^^Please mix a stiff “Border Crossing” for mommusic, barkeep! And a side of those yummy cheese doodles.</p>
<p>mommusic,
DS had his learner’s permit (and showed it to me) the night before he was leaving for a conference where he HAD to have gov’t issued ID to enter the facilities. Stuck it back in his wallet. We then went to Best Buy, where he apparently pulled it out of his wallet while searching for his Best Buy gift card. Didn’t find out it was missing til 11:30 that night.</p>
<p>We were at DMV at 8:30 the next morning, getting a replacement. GRRRRRR… S paid for it, but it was still a pain! (He’s a programmer, too. Endemic to the breed??)</p>
<p>gee, thanks for pointing that out, jmmom! It would be a shame if he couldn’t get back in!</p>
<p>pulling up from p. 2. Surely it’s cocktail time somewhere in the world!</p>
<p>DS just said the sweetest thing as we were chatting online (that doesn’t happen so often either). He said he misses my cooking. Says he was “spoiled.” 
Awwwww. </p>
<p>Someone’s tired of dorm food!</p>
<p>I’m watching the Olympic torch shenanigans. Route changes. Little kids dressed up in red shiny clothes looking disappointed.</p>
<p>Hmm. I guess I will have some green tea and moonshine…</p>
<p>If this weren’t the Alley, I would comment about how I don’t like to see politics injected into the Olympics. Which, after all, is supposed to build bridges. </p>
<p>But it’s the Alley, so I didn’t say anything. </p>
<p>Doesn’t mean we can’t share a cup of moonshine-spiked green tea. Hold the tea.</p>
<p>If this weren’t the Alley, I would say that looks like one of those cases where no one wins and everyone looks a little foolish. But it’s the Alley. Holding the tea.</p>
<p>BTW, can we build a swimming pool out back in anticipation of this summer?</p>
<p>Good idea. With one of those bars right in the pool! I bet I’d look thinner in a bathing suit here than I would next to any other pool…out there.</p>
<p>Oh yes. At the swimming pool here we are all whatever shape we choose.</p>
<p>I actually have a photo of myself, age 21, in a brown bikini, that tied, at a swimming pool bar, in Jamaica.</p>
<p>My boyfriend was a Navy Seal. He was there too. </p>
<p>I am not kidding.</p>
<p>Alu, dyslexia kicked in and I thought YOU were tied to the bar…(but how I long for a REAL TAN)</p>
<p>Wrapping myself in a shiny red monk’s robe and ordering a “High Dive” or a “Spiker” or a “Meditator”. (Made those up. In the Chinese Olympic spirit)</p>
<p>Sigh… I’ll drink to my long lost bikini body. The rest of you can raise a glass celebrating that I no longer try to wear a bikini!</p>
<p>A swim up bar in the pool-outstanding! Please make sure the marmots drag over plenty of chaise lounges for beside the pool.</p>
<p>OK, since I now have my own ranch in this FantasyLand, I am in my bikini (it’s Christy Brinkley’s body I’ve got), those pesky grays are gone, and I have my own library - the books are of a newly developed paper so I can drop them into our pool and they don’t get ruined. </p>
<p>Oh! and the pool boy!!! I think it is Eric Bana. Or maybe he’ll be my massage therapist.</p>
<p>(Spot must be in on this little gallop into non-reality because she is standing beside me wagging her stumpy tail and drooling - with no food in sight. This dang dog is psychic.)</p>
<p>Can the water be 89 degrees until the summer weather comes out?</p>