Sinner's Alley Happy Hour (Part 1)

<p>On the issue of who gets the news first (Slugg's post #2406) -- we get all mail delivered to a PO box because of unreliablity of mail delivery to our house. (Ah, the stories I could tell....)</p>

<p>I have asked d. what she wants me to do with the envelopes and she has requested that they remain sealed until she gets home.</p>

<p>So Monday I pick up the mail at 1:20 pm and then, knowing she in class and cannot receive phone calls, send a text message: "U R in at U of Washington". </p>

<p>Within 10 seconds there is a call back: "I'm accepted? Really? !!! What does the letter say? Did they give me good financial aid? </p>

<p>Me: "I don't know, you told me not to open the college envelopes when the came, so I don't know what's inside."</p>

<p>Her: "Well then how do you know I've been admitted?"</p>

<p>Me: "Because the word "CONGRATULATIONS" is printed in big letters on the outside."</p>

<p>--
Anyway, I'm sure that the whole printing-Congrats-on-the-outside was designed for us parents who can't contain our curiousity. </p>

<p>In any case, when skinny envelopes arrive I say nothing, but simply put them in my daughter's bedroom for her to discover along with the rest of the mail. OK, I admit that I hold the envelope up to the light so that I can read the first paragraph... but I do keep my mouth shut and at least let her receive the news in private.</p>

<p>Just checked the Cooper Union website: applicants notified early April! AAAARRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!</p>

<p>I tried the envelope to the light trick, with no luck. Curse those art schools with their fancy schmancy paper.</p>

<p>And for whatever reason, we can't seem to make the transcript handoff from the high school to the University...across town!! I've offered to deliver it myself. </p>

<p>Add to that 4 phone screens and a face to face interview tomorrow and the W's cancer screen Friday...</p>

<p>Sorry if I'm harshing any mellows, or burning any mallows...</p>

<p>Ohm, I am at peace. Happy place :) All is good...:)</p>

<p>You are caring a heavy load, my bro. Somebody get this dad a cape and put on some James Brown! :) They're really putting you guys through the ringer. </p>

<p>Sending out good sluggvibes to the whole fam on m&smom's cancer screen on Friday. I went through it in December. They have such superb equipment these days, they can find the teeniest specks in routine screenings. I'm assuming that we're talking about a mammo. </p>

<p>I had to wait two weeks over Christmas before my second mammo, and it was the longest two weeks of my life. If you guys are waiting for that, just know that the vast majority turn out to be normal specks. Mine were crescent moon shaped, and it was fascinating to see on the mag view mammo. I wished that someone had told me before the second screen that a lot of women get called in for another look, and it's not at all unusual to pick up something on the first screen that requires a more magnified view. </p>

<p>By the time I got to my appt, I was ready to pound somebody if they weren't going to give me my results in the office! I'm here to tell you that an "abnormal" first mammo can turn out to be something completely normal, like tiny specks of calcium. The language they use on the first report is so scary, though, so hang in there. :)</p>

<p>Actually this is a second year follow up scan for thyroid cancer. If all goes well, she will get a clean bill of health and be done with treatment.</p>

<p>Nothing near as scary as breast cancer.</p>

<p>We are cautiously optomistic and are aware how much worse things are for some others.</p>

<p>Thanks for the kind words and congrats to your son.</p>

<p>Here's a big toast to Davis! :D</p>

<p>Hey all! Well I've never been to Sinners Hour but tonight I am steppin out dangit!!! I only read up a few posts and have decided to chime in on the topic of not opening important/exciting mail that is incidentally not addressed to us. I DID THIS TODAY! DD got a letter from the Elks and I knew it was good news so ...I opened it. I took it over to play practice after school and told her I did it and promised not to open ANYTHING else forevermore. She was not mad at all because the letter had good news including $$ and notice of national finalist,etc. </p>

<p>So, she also got a call about the Maximus at OSU ( big full ride deal) and dang it she deserves it!!! Hope it works out for her. j</p>

<p>Also....momnipotent rarely (and I mean rarely) drinks....(after outpacing myself in the 80s that is) but tonight I had 3..count em glasses of white wonderful wine (ahhhliteration) and have decided that it has been a good day and that I could only share it in this forum with all of you guys. I hope your mailboxes are bringing you some much hoped for good news or at least that you can enjoy a glass or two of wine (or a bud light,etc.) that you likely deserve. I heart you all!!!! oooohhhh, that etoh.....</p>

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Add to that 4 phone screens and a face to face interview tomorrow and the W's cancer screen Friday...

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Love & best wishes. Here's hoping for the best.</p>

<p>momnipotent, that's great news worth celebratin'!</p>

<p>Sgiovinc...I'm late to this party but just read the transcript of your Harvard grad son's air travel escapade. It is hilarious! Not for you, I realize. What they don't teach at Harvard, yeah. I'm laughing cause he is a college grad and I guess I can't complain. Yesterday, my 17 year old who is a college freshman at school 6 hours from us....she was leaving to go with her Scholars program to Appalachia. The phone rings at 6:15 AM (she normally is not up then but had to get up to meet the group to go to the airport). I'm in bed sleeping and pick it up. "Hi Mom, can I talk to Dad?" Dad is downstairs. I'm like, "uh, can't you tell me whatever it is?" "No, I have to tell Dad." I call down to him to pick it up. He does. She says, "Mom is still holding on." Ok, I had to hang up. Give me a break as if I'm not gonna find out this problem? I KNEW whatever it was, she knew I wasn't gonna like it and that Dad thinks she can do no wrong. I overhear exactly what it is. She can't find her driver's license and how will she go on the plane. What is Dad supposed to do six hour away? She was so like this in high school that I sometimes wonder how she has made it on her own (though honestly she has, or else there is stuff I don't know about?). So, he is like, look in your jacket pockets. I'm thinking, how many times have I told this kid that important stuff like that has to be kept at all times in a wallet and in same place. Um, don't tell me that answer. So, he suggests to take her college ID, maybe that will work. I'm thinking of all the times when she lived here where we had to go look for whatever she couldn't find. This time, can't help. Next thing I know, I hear him saying, "oh you have it?".....Guess where it was....in her wallet all along. So typical....how HARD did she look? I'm used to it when she lived here, but like what did she really think WE could do six hours away? But I should not complain because it pales to your Harvard grad son's travel day and so there is hope yet.</p>

<p>OK, gripe time.....</p>

<p>UC Santa Cruz sends a big blue envelope, notifying daughter that she's in. </p>

<p>Letter tells us that all info, including what is needed to complete application process & financial aid process, must be accessed on line. They provide the website URL plus d's online ID --- but NO PASSWORD. Aargh. No "new student" log in routine; password retrieval script simply produces an error message saying basically that d. is not authorized to retrieve her own password. </p>

<p>Things were a LOT easier 5 years ago when all communications with Santa Cruz were by phone and snail mail. </p>

<p>Anyway, I guess the end result is that my daughter is in the college but not the computer system. (And we are a computer-loving household - I'm a techie -- this system must be great fun for lower income students with non-English speaking parents. You know, the ones who really, really need to have that hidden financial aid info.)</p>

<p>Rant/rant/rant......</p>

<p>(UCSC is one of the two safeties that share the distinction of being my daughters last choices and the places where she will most likely end up, given financial concerns.)</p>

<p>Momnipotent - You go girl! Three whole glasses of wine! You qualify to hang with us for sure. Even if this never happens again. </p>

<p>Congrats on your D's good news. We expect to see you back here to participate in the - "Why doesn't my S call/My D calls me 3 times/day thread next year...</p>

<p>Thanks Alumother...and yes I have a greatbigheadache this morning!!!But still happy for good news for DD.</p>

<p>Susan, LOL!!!! I can so relate. My daughter had Festival (kind of like solo and ensemble for larger choral groups) the other day, and since she had to be at school (an hour away) at 6:15 am, I told her to make sure she had all her choir uniform stuff together the night before. The next morning she was racing around in a panic, because she couldn't find her black character shoes. So much for having everything together the night before! I told her the last time I had seen them they were in the sewing room, underneath the ironing board. She comes back and wails at me that they're not there. So I go into the sewing room, lift a pattern piece (which is nothing more than tissue paper!) that had fallen to the floor under the ironing board, and there are her character shoes. I said nothing as I handed her the shoes...but oh, the thoughts that were running through my mind!</p>

<p>I've also been waiting for her to start balancing her checkbook on a regular basis. To that end, I've been quietly adding money to her account on every one of my paydays. I've also been refusing to hand over money when she's asked for extra for movies with friends, that sort of thing. She's now turned down going out with her friends on three occasions because "she doesn't have the money." If she'd just look at her bank statement, she'd realize that she has over $200 in her checking account...but my lips are sealed. </p>

<p>Somehow I think we, too, will be receiving those "help me" phone calls from college!</p>

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...Give me a break as if I'm not gonna find out this problem? ~Sooz

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:) Hahaha! I've had one ongoing phone conversation with my 21-y/o D this week. Here's how it started:</p>

<p>D: "Hi, Mom. I don't have any news. I'm just calling because I'm waiting for the bus." </p>

<p>Me: "Okay. Your brother got into Davis." </p>

<p>D: "Really?! Oh, that's..." (dead phone) (Phone rings a minute later...) "Sorry about that, my phone is running out of batt--..." (dead, again)</p>

<p>Me: (Thinking this could take a while...) (Phone rings) "Hey, maybe you should recharge your phone." </p>

<p>D: "I can't. I lost the..." (dead) (Thirty seconds later...) "Yeah, I can't find my recharger. It's somewhere in my apartment, and I've had a really bad..." </p>

<p>Me: "Disease? Week? Wha--at?!" (Phone finally dies, and she does not call back.) :D</p>

<p>Momnipotent, your news is worthy of a 3-glass celebration! I expect we'll be having nightly celebrations in here for a while. </p>

<p>CC'ers who are waiting to hear from colleges usually sit at the bar, closest to the alcohol. Then, there are tables where various patrons dance on occasion. We consider the floor a seating area. The jacuzzi is for those truly in need of pampering or for anyone who just has a thing for bubbles. If you don't mind a little duct-tape, the booths are very comfortable. </p>

<p>It is THE place to celebrate! :)</p>

<p>P.S. We failed the marshmallow test again yesterday. Although we told ourselves all day long, "Step AWAY from the UC student portals," SluggH couldn't stand the wait and had to check the UCSC site. SluggJr tried to check before he left for school, but it the site was FUBAR most of the morning. Calmom, I'm not surprised. After 3 years, we blame it on the gnomes and fairies! :p</p>

<p>Slugg, your posts ALWAYS crack me up. You should have gone into comedy writing, I'm telling you!!! The cell phone exchange is very funny and I definitely can relate. Also, where we live, cell phone service is very spotty so many calls are like that. Also, my D arrived in Appalachia and I told her to call us when she arrived, as we knew NOTHING about the trip....the flights, where she was staying...this ain't high school any more where they send notes home to parents with the plans and frankly, she didn't know them either. She did call but the cell barely worked from there so it was kinda like your call. </p>

<p>Mezzomom, you don't wanna get me started on stories because with younger D, there are far too many of this nature! And yes, so many times when she could not find X, it was right where she looked. Other times the issue has been that she is very disorganized with belongings and doesn't put them in logical places and loses things too. I would chide her last year about how would she manage in college! She apparently is doing just fine that I know of, though I don't know all of what goes on daily. I do think she has lost some things...ie., watch, etc. She will empty her wallet if it gets too heavy...like I saw when she was home the health insurance card was not in it and loose some place else....come on! What are you gonna do when you are somewhere and need it! Ugh. I figured she did the same with the license but was wrong because she actually did have it. You don't want my stories about her checkbook balancing when she first got to college in the fall (she knows how but that is not the issue). It was a big issue on my end of things and I had to straighten her out when she came home at Thanksgiving. I think she is being better about it. She will not be home this entire semester so I can't say for sure but I think she finally got the point. I did not have those issues with the first child and so they are all different. </p>

<p>Also, getting second child to devote 5-10 min. every few days to make a call home is very difficult. I am very aware of her intense 24/7 schedule, but I still think she needs to block this in. Instead, a week will go by and all I get are these 2 min. calls as she is walking to something, talking with five other kids too, and then, I've arrived now, gotta go type rush rush, not a true conversation but just whatever issue is going on at the moment. Then she'll promise to call the next day and really talk to me for five min. and then doesn't. Eventually, she does but like last week, was very intense for her from early AM til very late at night, truly was not in and I just got the one min. rush call about some matter at hand (got a callback! or some such) but not any "catching up". It took like ten tries to get a real bonafide conversation call! I don't call them and wait for them to call me because I am aware that they are busy and would prefer when it is good for them. But lately with D2 it is like, gotta go, I'm getting on the subway....after one min. conversation. Older one is WAY better about calling every few days, but I must say it has ALWAYS been this way even when they went away every summer. But it is hard for me as she is only 17 and I like to talk to her more. However, D2 is on IM (D1 doesn't do that with me) and so, I do get little snippets late at night and so there is at least THAT. My kid is happy as can be at school and that is not the issue but it is hard for a mother to not get to talk to their kid in a significant way for many many days. She is not that old! My husband doesn't mind like I do. But I do expect her to fit me in! Is that too much to ask? (I'm not counting the 6:15 AM call with "I can't find my driver's license and have to leave for airport" as a true call....other than I guess it lets me know she is alive!).
Susan</p>

<p>PS, Mezzomom, I am laughing at the character shoes story. I recall when we went to see my D in a musical at her theater camp, we were in line to get into the theater before the show began and she pops out from the theater where they were getting ready for the show and says, "help Dad! I can't find my character shoes!" so we run back to her room she shared with four other girls which was a total disaster area (she being the worst offender) and we find one shoe between the bed and the wall...I mean it was a joke. But now she is on her own so she has to deal and I gather things have gone all right and she has done well, unless there is lots I don't know about and there could be!</p>

<p>...I'm sticking to tea tonight......I saw Soozievt's name and I knew something really must be going on....on Sinner's Alley</p>

<p>I can so relate to all of this. I am beginning to get messages typed into my ichat sometime when I am sleeping with a few tidbits of information and son is long gone by my morning. Or an email that is 1/2 a sentence long. My parents call me, like tonight, and they are talking along and then the phone just goes blank. Sometimes I can hear them talking and they obviously can't here me screaming.."Mom....are you there." Sometimes I wonder if it is because they are 96 and they have pushed the wrong button or if really the phones just do go blank here or there from time to time. And last but not least, I had to have my cell fixed and turned off 2 weeks ago and I didn't know the pin code...( I had never turned it off since my son set me up at Christmas time) this is my first cell. So I look for the envelope with everything written down....it was in the drawer all along...but it took a week to ferret it out. So there you go, bobbsey twin at 19, at (opps) and at 96. They say the acorn doesn't fall to far...</p>

<p>All of my daughter's shoes are "character" shoes!</p>

<p>m&sdad (think how fun it would be to reverse the initials in both our screennames)</p>

<p>I am holding a good thought for your wife, please check back in Friday. When I posted my last comment I had not read all the way through the thread; I just saw your post about your wife's screen. </p>

<p>For big stuff, you can harsh my mellow any time; we all stick together here in SA!!</p>

<p>BTW soozie, My strategy is to call during cross campus walks-- they're basically the best/longest phone calls I get!!</p>

<p>OK, I have to ask -- what in the heck are "character shoes"?!!</p>

<p>Those black, medium-heeled shoes that have a skinny strap that buckles across the front. They are the standard shoes one wears in plays and musicals or if a dancer in the chorus... while playing a "character"...</p>