<p>What is your cilantro called? Ours isn't cilantro either but I cannot recall the name. I do know it took me eighteen months to find the arugula becasue they call it 'rocket'. Rocket is a bad name for a green, don't you think?</p>
<p>Okay, please, give me something-- with Cilantro, without--I don't care! I'm still recovering from the elementary school talent show last night! And the all school band concert on Thurs (my birthday outing!). 450 kids grades 5-12 playing a song together-- blat blat blat thumpathump . . . blat blat blat thumpathump. And my boys are back to school after break now--whew that went quick! #1 who went back to Humboldt last weekend, left half of his clothes on the living room couch that I packed up and mailed to him. #2 left for Chicago this morning. I'm feeling a little sad. I love having them home, even if they have become nocturnal and sleep all day.</p>
<p>Hey I just remembered that Boy#2 has a summer job in Chicago with the math dept! And Boy#1 says he quit smoking! Let's celebrate!</p>
<p>Coliandro, koriandro, coriander, from koros, bedbugs (the greeks thought the leaves smelled like bedbugs) Now that is one for the books. Remember this is a plant right out of the Bible, the Talmud, Babylonian tablets, and in the hands of the best cooks of all time the Lebanese, it makes a meal a thrill! It has been around, just like the bedbugs, marmots and hedgehogs. Hence, plant of distinction at SA.</p>
<p>mstee, mine is leaving the coast for the midwest once again...recuperating from a virus and impacted wisdom teeth. Said it was the worst break of all time.</p>
<p>Sorry to hear that overseas--poor baby!</p>
<p>okay, if you all start talking about bedbugs horking, I'm off to the corner with a bloody mary . . . . </p>
<p>And how do you discover what a bedbug smells like? They're a tad small, aren't they? Do you crush them up, mush them into a ball and sniff them? ewwwww.</p>
<p>Bloody mary over here in the corner, please !</p>
<p>Cilantro is an acquired taste -- I used to hate it & now I love it. My d. still won't eat anything that has it added. </p>
<p>I think we are celebrating a little this weekend -- d has received an invitation to Gallatin/NYU University Day reception on April 9th. We believe this to be an indication of a forthcoming acceptance. (If not, at least it means they like her enough to invite her to their party). Gallatin is her top choice.</p>
<p>If this is followed up by a formal acceptance and any sort of financial aid award that we can reasonably manage, then we will be popping open the champagne & dousing ourselves with it.</p>
<p>I hope to never smell a bed bug.</p>
<p>m&sdad,</p>
<p>I just read the news about D's scholarship. </p>
<p>Because I have already learned that I cannot leave you and slugg left to your down devices, please share your secret for getting money...</p>
<p>Did you</p>
<p>a) get jmmon to put a box on the box so it would give up $</p>
<p>b) Slugg and the ACME co. come up with some device that magically turns all letters in your mail box into award letters</p>
<p>c) have Mr. shredder sit in the mail box threating to eat any letters that are not award letters</p>
<p>d)actually get a bunch of marmots to circle the mailbox ready to attack any mail man who doesn't have an award letter</p>
<p>But, since you are offering food along with those free drinks, who really cares?</p>
<p>Big congrats to D for a job well done.</p>
<p>congrats m&sdad and calmom. Party in Washington Square! Hey--yo!</p>
<p>Calmom,</p>
<p>Crossing my fingers for your D.</p>
<p>My D is still waiting to hear from Cooper Union Art program. School is just blocks from NYU, and tuition is free for all accepted students. </p>
<p>Given the mighty healing powers of the marmots, she has a shot. That, plus she works her @ss off.</p>
<p>Well I personally feel that Cooper Union is a much better deal than NYU on tuition. ;)</p>
<p>Given the recent threads on drinking, I am switching to guacamole. That's right, guacamole straight up:) With a wedge of lime. Make me a tall one. Where I live, in Vietnamese restaurants you can actually get avocado milkshakes. No kidding.</p>
<p>Jmmom, thank you for not throwing me out the door, or setting me a course of therapy involving cilantro-flavored breakfast cereal.</p>
<p>To firefly. Congrats!!!!</p>
<p>And to cur - I was just wondering where you were. Congrats to Mudgie and git yourself down to the bar and say howdy.</p>
<p>And to calmom - I'll cross my fingers too. And to hayden. I hope someone got you your Bloody Mary.....</p>
<p>D goes back to school tomorrow again. Hmm. This seems to be a pattern:).</p>
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And my S arrives tomorrow (with gf!) for most of a week! They should wave at each other somewhere over Nebraska.</p>
<p>So does it get any easier to put them onto planes bound for thousands of miles away after practicing a few times? I am hopeful, but doubtful.</p>
<p>Today is his birthday. It would have been lovely if he'd been here <em>today</em> but it was not to be. We'll just have to eat pecan pie tomorrow night instead. I'll bring the leftovers over to SA and share, 'k?</p>
<p>(PS: S turned 19 today. When I reminded my elderly father of this, he said, "You know what <em>I</em> was doing when I was 19?" Answer: piloting a B-17 bomber out of England in WW II. I've spent the day trying to imagine my S doing that, and have been wholly unsuccessful.)</p>
<p>Good luck to her, calmom. If she gets in, I can give her the list of great diners and cafes in the area. They are still the same ones I haunted.</p>
<p>We're getting ready to go to NY in a few weeks and I am nervously watching our dollar fall out of the sky. Why didn't I prepay the hotel? Grrrrr. Anyway, I NEVER thought about money when I was a student and apprentice in New York--and genuinely had NO money. How did we survive? How did we have so much fun on nickels and dimes? It's a mystery...</p>
<p>Where is cur?</p>
<p>"Piloting a B-17" At age 19, now that is something to consider! To be honest, they can do what they need to do when they need to do it. :)</p>
<p>Pass that avocado milkshake....</p>
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...When I reminded my elderly father of this, he said, "You know what <em>I</em> was doing when I was 19?" Answer: piloting a B-17 bomber out of England in WW II. --moot
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<p>Yesterday, sluggson backed into the Future Bas*%!! In-Law's Infiniti, a.k.a. "The Precious." <---That's what he calls his car. I was holding out some hope that sluggson had hit their family car, the Volvo, which has been hit numerous times and is driven by their teenagers. But, nooooo. It had to be the Daddy car, The Precious, the car of the Chief of Everything, Inc. </p>
<p>:::slowly banging my head on the bar::: In the final few months of launching our high school senior, what's one more apoplectic episode? Bring 'em on. I'm starting not to notice! :o </p>
<p>Their family is cursed when it comes to cars. For some reason, they get hit all the time. I think it's because they park their cars in places where other vehicles are likely to run into them, as if to taunt Fate and test the ability of other drivers to wrench their necks while trying to navigate backwards. They have an uncanny ability to find blind spots, like black holes in Space, and then, they go park in one. </p>
<p>Gawd, this has been an expensive Spring Break, so far! :p</p>
<p>When all else fails, send the marmots to take care of those auto break lines...</p>
<p>Calmom, I had no idea your D was an applicant to NYU but congrats to her!! Yes, that invitation is an indication of her eventual acceptance in a few days. So, join the crowd of NYU parents....</p>
<p>I agree with soozie, calmom. Can't see them sending out an invite to someone who is going to be rejected. No, siree. :)</p>
<p>Firefly, you ARE on the college admissions rollercoaster. Congrats on those acceptances! The rejects are now history. Fun month, eh? :rolleyes: </p>
<p>Here's to Mstee's son for giving up the smokes! Yay! That's worth a celebration. And, the marmots have something to say...
Happy Birthday to Moot's S!
Happy Birthday to MOOT'S S!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR MOOT'S S,
Happy Birthday to Youuuuuuuu!
And, we like piii--eee. :D </p>
<p>So, I guess we're still waiting on the March 31st announcements. April is the month when the big decisions are made. The GF/BF (girlfriend/boyfriend) factor weighs in, and parents now lean and mean at the negotiation table, tip their hands to reveal the Royal Flush of parent-senior bribes: "You can have the car if..." Let the bargaining begin! </p>
<p>Whip up some more guac and stock up on the tequila. This week, I'm having mine Guadalajara-style, a tequila shot followed by some Bloody Mary mix. :)</p>