<p>Happy Mothers Day! To those who celebrate. ;)</p>
<p>Mommusic Sorry that I missed the Godiva Truffle Coffee! Oh, do you have someplace that you post your Cincy dining schedule? You know, for safetys sake. ;)</p>
<p>P56 One of the places that I ever saw the most alcohol consumed was the Joe Wheeler State Park Golf Course in a dry county in your great state, on a Sunday none-the-less. ;)</p>
<p>LAF Sending support to you and your D!</p>
<p>Mathmom Dont feel bad about the folder. I once lost my truck at the airport. I always park it in basically the same place and could not find it when I got back one week. Airport police even drove me around the lot looking for it. On the way back to the terminal to fill out the stolen vehicle report, I saw it. That week when I got to the airport, the space closest to the terminal was open so I took it. That space is never available. So much for saving time. ;)</p>
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I think that it is the thread that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends
I find it fascinating to read those elite, prestigious, HYPSMABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP threads, mostly because it makes me wonder if the posters have ever actually met any of these kids who, as best as I can tell, are just regular kids like ones would find on any other campus. They are neither sub, nor super-human, as some would speculate
just driven. The biggest difference is that the elite kids parents secretly hope that one day they will successfully pass the Putting the Milk Carton Back in the Refrigerator When Theyre Done 101 class. ;)</p>
<p>LIMOMOF2 I hope things really went well for your S! So, your D doesnt call you to quiz you about what you thought about sections of her paper? ;)</p>
<p>ML Wishing your DS and S2 much success in their endeavors!</p>
<p>Im trying to figure out which of my weekend days was better. Friday, I went to my parents house to help with some yard work. My mother loves her flowers and plants. She has 1000s of them, and Im now pretty sure that I am allergic to every one of them. I think that I have lost my sense of smell for life. 
She did make me dinner and is a wonderful cook, but shes kinda particular about it. One example, dont suggest that people would eat baked potatoes from a microwave, only an oven will do. I love my mother, but sometimes Im convinced that she could be the foreman at the OCD Factory. My dad was doing better until
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<p>Saturday was a nice low key day right up until my Mother called to say that, unknown to her, my Dad took the walker and decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood. They have been walking together, but this time he snuck out on his own. Of course, hes too weak and fell and the neighbors had to carry him back home, bruised and bloody. Of course, Mom didnt want to bother the 911 people yet, ergh! DW and I joked that night that if my Dad goes to the hospital, they could put him in the room next to her Dad, so that DW and I can actually spend some time together. ;)</p>
<p>Sunday
the day begins with a 7:00AM call from FILs doctor with a not very positive update including confirmation that he has a DNR order. Later, I landed in Atlanta to missed calls from my mother and DW. I called DW back and she said, I guess you talked to your mother. She finally called 911. Your father is in the hospital with a fractured hip. My mother never has her cell phone on, so I have yet to speak with her. Oh and coincidentally, they admitted him and he is 2 doors down from my FIL.</p>
<p>In college news, D2 only has 2 weeks left and is super stressed (like LAFs D). She called DW for one of her famous pep talks from Mom. I read the final draft of D2s paper (better do that as she likes to know impressions and specifics) and in an appendix I received acknowledgement for my assistance with proofreading and editing. :)</p>