<p>My sister sent me an email about how to deal with missing Burning Man. A few excerpts:</p>
<p>Coat all your food with powder. A mix of chalk, cement, and flour will</p>
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<p>suffice.</p>
<p>Go to a museum. Find one of Salvador Dali's more disturbing but
beautiful
paintings. Climb inside it.</p>
<p>Have a 3 a.m. soul baring conversation with a drag nun in platforms, a
crocodile, and Bugs Bunny. Be unable to tell if you're
hallucinating. Lust
after the Bunny</p>
<p>m&s, dude.... I hesitate to ask, but... hair product?? (Quick, think up a snappy come-back! I'll fall for anything.) Are we talkin' Dippity-Doo, or boot-black?</p>
<p>SBMom, wonderful!! NYABM fer shure...</p>
<p>I think we should give away containers of hair product NYABM. Whatever we decide it is. Or better yet, we could apply it to all those who arrive in Sinner's Alley, before they enter the Misting Temple. And then it'll drip all streaky-like and Dali-esque down their temples! (Note: that's the <em>other</em> definition of "temple", y'know, the one near the hair. On the head.)</p>
<p>This is gettin' good: who needs college apps?!</p>
<p>lusting after the Bunny,
--mootmom (who was born on Easter and was called "Bunny" until age 13: there's a hidden meaning here, no doubt...)</p>
<p>Hey, mother of son here. Can I join you guys? </p>
<p>We just finished replacing S's laptop, ipod and new birthday Bose speakers with insurance money because they were stolen from his Berkeley studio apartment after he forgot to SHUT(!!!) the back door one night. So, yeah, someone walked in while he was sleeping and took every valuable thing he had. He woke up the next morning, saw what had happened and threw the last semi-valuable thing he had (an old but working cellphone) against the wall, smashing it to pieces. </p>
<p>To say that I was horrified when he called from a payphone that morning is an understatement. (So do I get to join the club?)</p>
<p>Edit to insert :) because what else can I do from this far away but shake my head and :) (after reading him the riot act about shutting the back door from now on, which I noticed when moving him in has at least 8 different locks on it!). He's a son.</p>
<p>Momof2inca,
Sorry, glad you had insurance and son not hurt. Sorry the son had to learn you were right. Too bad you didn't have the ping pong table in his room-maybe they would take it. Horrible that he was there sleeping.
LA</p>
<p>haha - The ping pong table wouldn't even fit into that small of an apartment! And yeah, S has always learned common sense the uncommon way. Reminds me of the time his younger sister asked him to withdraw $200 of her hard-earned dollars from her ATM account since he was on his way to the bank anyway. He came back empty-handed. Turns out if you wait too long to grab the money, the machine sucks it back in and you can't get any more out from that account. Then there was the time his senior year in HS that he borrowed my van, got in a minor accident on the way to his AP bio test, pulled out my cell phone to call the police and it "squirted" out of his hand and into the major thoroughfare and was run over "five or six times." (He did get a 5 on that test though).</p>
<p>Sigh. Even though it's mostly for money, I'm just glad to hear his voice when he calls (or usually when I call, he rarely calls) because I know that he's made it through another week.</p>
<p>Yes, he's okay. A little paranoid now, but that's probably a good thing in his case since he's always been complacent about safety issues. And though I once believed insurance or those extended warranties you can buy were overrated or even rip-offs, we'll be recommending he purchase EVERY possible kind of insurance and warranty when he's living independently! To tell you the truth, I just want him to make it through the next several years and then find a very practical, safe and alert young woman to marry. Then I'll sleep better at night. :)</p>
<p>Oh good. The Incas can help us with our Burning Man temple!</p>
<p>If that sentence makes you think I am completely off my rocker momof2, please read a few pages back:). Welcome to the momsofboys Alley. Yes. Their wives will be our saviours....</p>
<p>Oh, I've been following the Burning Man temple saga, and the marmots and the VW bug and Slugg's errant rock star son and everything else. You guys crack me up!</p>
<p>"Their (Girlfriends) can be saviors as well!" Am I upset about my year 2 college son having a girlfriend who knits him scarfs, encourages him in his studies, has him watching some "how to buy houses" program on Home&Garden TV, finds his misplaced "lost" bicycle seat, & shows him how to shop for groceries? Not on your life. It is a far cry from his days of winning the jalapeno eating contest and ........all over the lawn. This is pure civilization! She has taken over my job and bless her!</p>
<p>Proof they change into different people at college:</p>
<p>Son (freshman) emailed me to send him more button-down shirts, as he "only has three." What? My first reaction was, "Does he not know he can wash them?" My 2nd reaction was, "Who are you and why are you holding my son hostage and making him wear good clothes all the time?" This is the son who would dress himself in the morning in about 10 seconds from any t-shirt he found on the floor.</p>
<p>Evidently there are enough "events" (and probably females and possibly a fraternity) that he doesn't want to be seen wearing the same shirts all the time. Will wonders never cease.</p>
<p>That's funny mommusic! My S recently suggested he might ask for a new suit for Christmas! Seems the old one from junior year of high school is getting a little worn. They do change, don't they?!</p>
<p>Just prop me up and point me in the direction of the MsPeeing portapotty or temple or whatever we're calling this contraption. I am a veteran of stumbling through the dark in search of outdoor facilities. I was usually in the company of another Advil-addicted mom and eight junior high girls, and it was usually along a muddy ridge trail in pitch darkness surrounded by carnivorous wild animals. But, it was necessary to brush our teeth after consuming four bags of marshmallows and a couple of pounds of Hershey bars. I had to use a Tiki torch to keep the ravenous raccoons back in the dark woods where they belong. </p>
<p>Speaking of Tiki, SluggJr informed me, yesterday, that he does not want sheets that make his dorm room look like "the bedroom of a 14-year old boy with bleached hair wearing a puka shell necklace." Darn, that's what I was going for! In fact, I may not even bother to have breakfast or take a shower this morning because I'm so excited about going to Bed, Bath & Beyond and wandering around in a daze looking for XL twin sheets that go with his #@%-ing Tiki theme. They have to be navy blue or brown because they'll never get washed, and when they do, he'll leave them in the washer for a few days, setting a new record for the worst case of mildew and fungi ever grown on college bedding. </p>
<p>He suggested that we go shopping for sheets together...I'd rather stick bamboo skewers into my eardrums than go through that hellish scenario. I loathe shopping for bedding anyway because the evilbedding people who manage those stores get some kind of perverse pleasure out of stocking the shelves with <em>irregulars</em> shaped like trapezoids and design sets that are always missing the one size that I need so that I can mercifully finish my sale and run out to my car screaming. ;)</p>
<p>Yeah, while we're at it, we can shop for underwear and socks. In 12 days, we're going to throw his $#@! in the car and hope that we don't get a speeding ticket. :) </p>
<p>Momof2incas -- Sisterwoman, you have our deepest sympathies. :D</p>
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Speaking of Tiki, SluggJr informed me, yesterday, that he does not want sheets that make his dorm room look like "the bedroom of a 14-year old boy with bleached hair wearing a puka shell necklace."
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Oh, shoot. I was almost finished packing up the bedding set from our Baja rental, the set with the palm leaf and monkey motif, to ship directly to sluggjr's dorm.</p>
<p>I guess the California EvilBeddingStores must be on a different time-clock from around here. Because, around here, the TwinXL's are down to hot pink and lilac only. And the TwinXL shelf locations for mattress pads are stocked with other sizes, whose labels are cleverly hidden from unsuspecting moms eager to snap up any available XL item. Which must be why I showed up at DS' dorm room with the Full Size mattress pad. More joyful trips to BB&B.</p>