<p>"Mom's Spy Network" is what I always called it to DS, when he couldn't figure out how I knew about one thing or another. There was a period there, during late grammar school/early middle school, when he actually believed we had one. :D</p>
<p>Come to think of it, now he <em>knows</em> that we do. :cool:</p>
<p>My son is pretty convinced there does exist a "Mom's Spy Network". But he says it doesn't even come close to the "little sister spy network".</p>
<p>And I will take a spot at the bar and give me your best drink. The "office of test integrity" of the ETS is sending a new test! Dear sweet son might actually be taking the SAT this weekend!
MOWC congrats</p>
<p>Yes, mom60. I would tend to believe the Little Sister Spy Network would be the bomb. In fact, I would guess that little sisters would be some of the best sub-contractors for the Mom's Spy Network. Unfortunately, we don't have any little sisters in this house. </p>
<p>That won't stop me from taking the stool next to you and having one of those best drinks. I think the mango slushie is the one in season at the moment.</p>
<p>I have found that slightly older really cool cousins are good sources for the Network, though. They have to be old enough to relate as much or more to the moms as to the sons, though. Fortunately, I do have a twenty-something nephew (a dad himself) who fills that role quite nicely. :p</p>
<p>You think little sisters are good, try obnoxious little brothers!</p>
<p>And the "telling" is always sold as a mission of concern!</p>
<p>Thank you sluggbugg, for post #2965.</p>
<p>And a toast to the mom spy network! Works for me!</p>
<p>I'm having slugg withdrawal. Perhaps we can convince her to start a blog? Now that SluggS is on his way?</p>
<p>I'm still contemplating what it's like to be a REAL desperate housewife. It's been that kind of a week. I may exchange my "imaginary animal bone" for a real one soon. I can see it now as I pull up to the sidewalk in my van and roll down the window to get the latest from one of the members of the mom's spy network patrolling the neighborhood . . . </p>
<p>Me, "So, the kids made it to the Tapioca Express okay? Any detours along the way?"</p>
<p>Spy, "Yeah, another mom spotted them a few minutes ago, they're walking back now. . . Uh, Mstee, what IS that thing in the front seat of your car? Is that a bone?"</p>
<p>Me, "Scowl. Grunt. (Oh yeah, remember to put happy mom face back on)--Oh, the bone? --just part of a science project one of the kids was doing. . . (heh heh)."</p>
<p>Or if my children start the primal screaming thing (has been known to occur the day before an AP exam), instead of trying to reason with them (doesn't work anyway), I can just start waving my bone to ward off the evil spirits and back away slowly . . .</p>
<p>The mom spy network is what keeps so many kids in line. It also keeps parents informed about who are the "bad kids" that we want our kids to avoid being around!</p>
<p>Isn't today SA's birthday?</p>
<p>^^^ Give that lady a party hat! :D :) :cool:</p>
<p>SA has a birthday? Cake and ice cream, everyone!</p>
<p>It's the birthday, and we are on page 200 too. And post 3000 is coming up. Prepare for the Sinner's Alley version of the Apocalypse. I can only say that it will involve lots of salt....</p>
<p>O.K. I want to say that my son in the past had pretty paltry study skills like up all night, night after night getting his work done at the last minute.(stuff that makes a good mother cringe) No idea about "time management." I can't imagine it has changed much. He's the worst, I know, I know some of you have your hands in the air. BUT, he has survived the first year, got his scholarship renewed, AND this a.m. I received an article that he enjoyed reading (on politics) and he is talking about Lexus Nexus and the sort in a chatty way. And, I am going...."Yes!" A Student! A real student! So I am here to celebrate, I don't need the marmots or hedgehogs, just a little well, ....... how about, that drink, you know with the salt on the rim and cheers!</p>
<p>Cheers! Hearty Congratulations to you and Overseas' S - what a joy!</p>
<p>Just adds to our Party Atmosphere, overseas. :D And you're right, we don't need to have the marmots at our party - they are just for desperado missions (imo).</p>
<p>O.K., no desperado missions. Spent the afternoon trying to understand my friend's father's English! He is Scottish. Bless him. I love the Scots. It was a big party at an Anglican church with Greek music and dance. What is this world coming to? On top of this, I get a phone call from my 96 year old Dad to tell me the police have found his stolen car...full of beer cans and missing a wheel! That's California for you. No offense. No one steals cars here because well, there is no place to take them, really. Can't get away with it. Crime rate is pretty low so it kind of scares me to think of moving home next year. Oh well. It is dark here right now. And we really do need a party.</p>
<p>I'll raise one to Scots everywhere. I lived in Scotland for four years and knew it was "home" when I could finally understand the taxi drivers without having to ask them to repeat anything. Make mine a pint with a whiskey chaser...hmmm, no wonder I always took taxis everywhere!</p>
<p>HB, SA!! Along with the general theme I'll go for the Glenlivet :)</p>
<p>A toast to doddsdad, our Founder; curmudgeon, his fellow publican; and all the SA regulars</p>
<p>..... on this SA's 3000th post .....</p>
<p>if I'm lucky</p>
<p>and quick enough</p>
<p>:D</p>
<p>Good job Jmmom. You deserve the 3000th post.</p>