<p>massmoms was a LOL... </p>
<p>...and then Slugg's post #2493 made me laugh so hard that snot came out of my nose!!</p>
<p>welcome all you bards of cyberspace!! I love coming in here for a howl!</p>
<p>Hahhahaha! :D 'Twas I, SJChessMom! And, yes...they're still together, more or less. </p>
<p>The same dad who tried to steer the boyfriend toward the wrong colleges three years ago is now trying to steer him into careers that don't fit. If the man tries to tell me how to steam green beans next Thanksgiving, he'll be wearing an ass-hat to dinner! :D </p>
<p>:::Moving aside pots of eye-of-newt and bat wings to get to my crystal ball::: tea leaves swirl in the bottom of my gargoyle cup::: Hmm, it's still unclear... I was so sure that they'd break up during their freshman year that I sent D off to college with a homemade "Broken Heart Repair Kit." The only thing I know for sure is that if they do get married, my cheapskate relatives better cough up (not hork up) a gift. Knitted Aqua Net covers from the senior citizen craft fair do not count! ;)</p>
<p>Here to confess. Confess about my confession. I confessed in the thread above on Learning from Tragedy that my D had her own run-in with too much alcohol this year. Scared the beejezus out of me. Visions of my hmmm, heavy-drinking mother flashed in front of my eyes. Guilt over my own 2 glasses of red wine a night habit overran my being. Luckily, so far, appears to have been a blip rather than a long wave. But it does remind me of the long road ahead for all our kids, the joy and the sorrow and the rage and the despair and the contentment. And what we all have to go through to get there.</p>
<p>Let's cyberdrink in Sinner's Alley to the intoxication of collegiality, and wish that all these children could realize that forgetting yourself is nowhere near as good as remembering yourself. And that good company is a good reminder.</p>
<p>And back to the horking dogs.</p>
<p>Nice thing about drinking here as you're only as impaired as you were when you came in.</p>
<p>Alu,<br>
Here's a toast to your daughter for being mature enough to learn from the experience. Too many college kids feel they are invincible.</p>
<p>And here's a free round for all, on the house, for a certain Pittsburgh university of Scottish descent finally acknowleging reciept of all the necessary components of my D's application.</p>
<p>Ironic, as they are already sending out acceptance letters :)</p>
<p>Alu, </p>
<p>Thanks for putting all of our kids safety above your own embarrassment. :) </p>
<p>Maybe now is the right time for me to fess up about D, on overload and struggling, withdrawing from a class in 1st smester? :eek:</p>
<p>It's not really fair to expect them to move thousands of miles from home and start new lives from scratch with no curveballs... </p>
<p>Lots of hugs SB</p>
<p>Thanks SB. TIE. (Tears in eyes). Working too hard here, appreciate the hugs.</p>
<p>I am sure your D did the right thing and now has found her footing.</p>
<p>So far so good; she's taking 5 classes instead of 4 this time because she was so embarassed to drop one. </p>
<p>She seems to have realized (1) the number of hours of "study time" outside class need to be quite high for her to do well, and (2) the interested boys are still there the next weekend, whether or not she skips some social events.</p>
<p>Let's all sit and have a nice glass of wine together. ;) I have a lovely bottle of Rodney Strong 2000 Cab, and I'm taking it back to the tangerine booth. C'mon, sluggbudds. As soon as we settle in, the bar dog will curl up around our feet. I've forgotten the name of our bar dog, but I know that petting a dog can lower blood pressure. Works for sluggs, anyway. :) </p>
<p>Alu, you're alright, my sluggfriend. What happened with your D is typical, reckless freshman behavior. 32 years ago, my H ended up in the campus clinic because he broke his toe pirouetting through pitch darkness along wooded paths in the rain looking for banana slugs. He could have just as easily ended up in a gully somewhere covered with ferns, and a bear might have found him before his roommate stopped smoking pot long enough to notice that he was gone. :D</p>
<p>SluggD happened to be working in the campus clinic her freshman year when a student came in with a deer bite. He'd been trying to hold an umbrella over an adult deer because it was raining. The critter finally got tired of being harassed and reached out and chomped the guy.</p>
<p>I'm not going to tell you all of the times I failed to exercise intelligent judgment when I was a freshman! Let's just say that I discovered a new use for a soldering iron and spent three hours staring at a taffy machine down at the Santa Cruz Boardwalk. I waited until college to pull this sh*% because my parents would have made my life a living He-- if I'd tried it in high school. Fortunately, I did not have enough money to do it very often in college. :p </p>
<p>Hugg your D the next time you see her. She's alright, too. </p>
<p>Fwiw, as much as I empathize with the need to express grief on that other thread, I think that folks should send their prayers up to St. Peter for this family and stop the discussion out of respect for the family. Regardless of the cause, it was an accident, and I'm not sure that his parents would appreciate a public discussion concerning their son. Just my 2 cents. </p>
<p>:::: Pouring a second glass of Rodney Strong Cab ::::</p>
<p>ahhhh. that cab hits the spot.</p>
<p>::slipping into the hot tub::</p>
<p>even better....</p>
<p>To all of you, thank you. I didn't tell this on the Parent Form partly to protect my D from that wider audience, and mostly because I find my favorite people here.</p>
<p>You are all good souls. And I appreciate it. Very much.</p>
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hey sluggers et al~</p>
<p>Man, I could sure use something.....blend it up and slide it down the bar, or better yet, pass it on over to the hot tub.....</p>
<p>Haven't even been able to post my feelings about lucifer.....too raw right now and may stay that way for awhile. So, I've been hanging out on light and meaningless threads posting light and meaningless stuff....<em>sigh</em></p>
<p>Oldest D (17 and a junior) and her 16+-month bf broke up yesterday. Watching your child hurting is just the most devastating thing EVER, especially when you're helpless to "make it better." I never had a mom who even tried, so I'm not sure if I'm even approaching this properly.....<em>sigh</em> I hate this. :(</p>
<p>And it's winter, now that it's spring. :( All winter we had highs in the 50's and 60's and endless sunshine. Today? Snow. And nasty, dreary, gray, UGLY weather (that's been going on since S went back to Duke last Sunday....even the weather knows how I feel.........)</p>
<p>Alu~{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}} to you and to your brave and enlightened daughter. Kudos to you for helping her so effectively through such a terrifying and uncertain time. I so hope things continue to go well for her and that she keeps any drinking manageable and under control.</p>
<p>sluggers~
HUGE CONGRATS to slug-son on his recent acceptances to UC Merced and UC Davis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am just thrilled for you both!!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
<p>~berurah</p>
<p>New torture.</p>
<p>It's 9:30 am EST and there is a big package here from the fin aid office at a school my daughter has already been accepted to. Should I open it or wait for the D to open, seven hours from now?</p>
<p>It sits on the table in front of me. Taunting... Mocking...</p>
<p>This may be worse that the trips to the empty mail slot.</p>
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m&sdad~</p>
<p>This same scenario took place in our house last year. In our case, S got admitted to his dream school, Duke, but in my ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY that he was going to be rejected, I had failed to send in one or two documents that we were lacking in the finaid file. Upon his acceptance, I scrambled to get all of the remaining stuff together and sent as soon as possible.</p>
<p>Since it was virtually IMPOSSIBLE for him to attend w/o significant aid, we nervously awaited the finaid package.</p>
<p>The package arrived several days later while he was at school. I had NO hesitation whatsoever in opening it. The financial end of college was <strong>OUR</strong> responsibility, and as such, I considered that package OURS (his father's and mine). I opened it. To my utter shock, what I saw inside ensured that, in fact, his dream would become his REALITY.</p>
<p>I dashed off to the school and told him about it...to say it made his day is a vast understatement!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
<p>I don't know how things work around your house, but here, the finaid packages were considered to be more the parents' concern than the students.</p>
<p>Good luck! I hope the mysterious package holds something truly marvelous!</p>
<p>~berurah</p>
<p>Never mind.</p>
<p>Due to very strong lighting (HOW COINCIDENTAL!) I was able to read that this was need based only. That information was enough to know I could open it, since we are not expecting much from a need perspective.</p>
<p>As expected, almost nothing. A revised letter including merit based awards will be forthcoming. In another week :(</p>
<p>So, once again, we wait...</p>
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As expected, almost nothing. A revised letter including merit based awards will be forthcoming. In another week
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ACK. I'm so sorry m&sdad......hope your time in the "waiting room" passes quickly.....</p>
<p>~berurah</p>
<p>Hey, b. I just sent the bar dog out to hork on the ex-boyfriend's car. :D Good dog! </p>
<p>m&sdad, the big envelope taunts and mocks us, too... </p>
<p>Ha! You wish you could open me, don't you, you stupid human?! We envelopes have the power to make grown men grovel and beg like girlie-monkeys. Mwuhahahahaha! I hold the answers to your financial future under my flap, and I shall not give up my secret to you, my hypertensive friend!</p>
<p>This envelope is starting to pi** me off, m&sdad! :D</p>
<p>I have an elaborate plan to escape from Stalag "Waiting Room" later today.</p>
<p>It involves tunnels, an elaborate pulley system, trained marmots, the gummy substance saved from three years of college junk mail envelopes and a red wagon.</p>
<p>With my luck, I'll make it, then wake up tomorrow morning, like a episode of the British TV show "The Prisoner": tied to the bed, with my head immobilized, forced to stare at the mail slot, then unable to reach it when the yearned for letters do arrive.</p>
<p>Whistling the theme from "The Great Escape" and spooning dirt into my pockets as we speak...</p>
<p>Did you say, need-based fin aid? Badda-boom, badda-bing. We have ways of dealing with envelopes who are...let's say, uncooperative. Envelope, let me introduce you to our good friend, Mr. Shredder. :rolleyes:</p>
<p>M&S, shortcut. Send the trained marmots directly to said finaid office. With orders not to return unless they exact vengeance and concessions.</p>
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Hey, b. I just sent the bar dog out to hork on the ex-boyfriend's car. Good dog!
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<em>ROFL</em> sluggers!!!! Wonder what delightful mischief our guinea pigs could wreak!?!?!?!? ;)</p>
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Whistling the theme from "The Great Escape" and spooning dirt into my pockets as we speak...
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m&sdad~
Make sure you sift it for any stray diamonds or gold ore nuggets that could help the college cause! ;)</p>
<p>~b.</p>