<p>Thanks. I needed that. I definitely needed that. Not sure what I’m gonna do with that kid. So, between the car smush and the preceeding “driving at a speed in excess of what he should have been” (aka Speeding) we’ll be paying a little visit with my friendly traffic court attorney tomorrow. He’s already been signed up for a defensive driving class. He’s peeved that he will be expected to pay for both. Tough noogies, as we say on the block.</p>
<p>On a lighter note–We’ll be heading back up to NY July 17-20 to check on my dad. Maybe a rendezvous at Mama Mudlsiders is in order?? Is that in the Village?</p>
<p>Jym, nothin’ a little duct tape and a couple of…make that a pitcher of Mimosas won’t fix. What doesn’t kill us will only make us more intoxicated. </p>
<p>I’ll buy the next round. In my next life, remind me not to get married in June. It seemed like a good idea at the time. No one warned us that we’d be moving our college kids to their new slummy apartments every June for eternity. “Happy anniversary, honey-munchkins!” didn’t make it into the dialogue during last weekend’s move. </p>
<p>Instead, it was something along the lines of, “You’re gonna break the #$%ing leg off of the desk if you keep hitting it on the steps!!” We were smart enough to down-size their desks to cheap$h!t desk-shaped, styrofoam-filled, wooden look-alike furniture, which as it turns out, is not all that durable. At this point, their furniture consists of square things made of plastic, foam, or terrycloth, preferably with handles. An Ethernet cable and a couple of power strips, and they’re good to go. Anything that can be stuffed into a block-shaped container also works. </p>
<p>Last weekend’s move was from an old Victorian house to a disgusting little hovel, which means that both of our children are now living in squalor. If you look “squalor” up in the dictionary, it is defined as, n. A filthy and wretched condition or quality. How nice. Unless it’s in Santa Cruz or Berkeley where clean apartments are against the law. You’ll be assaulted by a pitchfork-and-torch bearing angry mob if you’re caught with a 40-oz. bottle of mountain and rain scented Mr. Clean with Febreze. And, don’t even think about sweeping the porch. Hot pitch and firebombs will follow!</p>
<p>These moves tend to hit on our anniversary because June is a big transition month. Students graduate, 1-year leases come to an end, and everybody is moving in or out at the end of the month. And really, it’s the only opportunity we get to actually see where our kids live before they transform their apartments into infernal regions of primal chaos. :D</p>
<p>sluggy–I could have told by the writing style that it was you, back from interesting experiences! You’ve got the lifestyle pegged. </p>
<p>My S, who actually is renting in a nice area north of downtown Cgo but owns next to no furniture, reported he bought a beanbag chair. Which means he has something to sit in besides the camp chair.</p>
<p>Ethernet cables, powerstrip, tiny desk for the laptop, air mattress…that’s about it. Coffeepot & toaster oven. :)</p>
<p>yeah, we could have meet up in NYC part II. You are leaving the day before the beginning of restaurant week, July 21-25 & July 28- August 1 (darn!!)</p>
<p>wassup sluggy!!</p>
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<p>I think our kids purposely go out looking for these apartments to call home sweet home.</p>
<p>Oh yeah, SB – moving on your birthday definitely ranks high on the sucko meter! UC’s have it out for anyone with a June or September birthday. :p</p>
<p>I’m sorry, but this thread is too long. It will break the Internet if it persists.
We must cut it off now and transfer what remains into the Man Cave thread.</p>
<p>Welcome home sluggy. Missed your musings. Seriously. Move in day with the Real McCoys. LOL.
Sadly, no amount of duct tape will put humpty dumpty back together again. DH received a call from someone in the “total loss” dept re: DS’s car. Not a good sign, but was expected. Sluggie-- can you just set the Mimosas up as an IV directly into my arm?</p>
<p>SBMom-
Small world-- DS moved into his new apartment (not a hovel, but lets just say when we go to visit we’ll stay in a hotel nearby) on his b’day a few weeks ago. Maybe he’ll be following in your footsteps.</p>
<p>Sybbs and LIMOM-</p>
<p>Would love to have another get together (sux that restaurant week starts the next day–). My cuz is once again doing the “maybe I’ll come down if I feel up to it” dance again, so I’ll have to see how the wchedule fall sou. I’d love a reunion, and imagine we won’t run into snow this time…</p>
<p>p2n-
So, the SA thread is too long? Why is it always about size with you guys. Could you wash out the beer bong before you bring it back? I imagine its been well used in the cave.</p>
<p>Hey- I am both the mom and the dad in our house (also grandma,grandpa, aunt and uncles and , if you ask our cat, I am Head Cat too!) Puns help me cope, and if my daughter complains, I tell her its all the joy of having uncles without having the lid left up! In other words, puns should be available to all! (Actually, I don’t really tell that many puns, but don’t muchly like having the option open only to XY people.) Cheers!</p>
<p>^^^ Ack! I cannot type! Sorry for whar probably looks like hieroglyphics above In #11,210). What I meant to say is that I’ll have to see how the schedule falls out. I am also trying to see if we can go visit the woman (now age 82) who was our housekeeper/babysitter and essentially raised us. If that pans out, that will bring us to Westbury, LIMom!</p>
<p>Change of subject-- snipit form conversation with DS (who is now car-less) last night:</p>
<p>S: Mom- what time are you going into work tomorrow? If I drive you in can I have your car?
Me: Where do yo need to go?
S: I want to work out at the gym.
Me: Why don’t you ride your bike?
S: (Whine…) Its 2 miles and its hot (and some other excuses I now forget)
Me: So you should waste $4 a gallon to drive me to/from work and pick me up 8 miles away so you can avoid getting exercise riding your bike 2 miles to go get exercise?
S: Logical arguments are not allowed here.
Me: Don’t forget to wear your helmet.</p>
<p>Ok, jym - keep us posted to let us know when/if you’ll be available. That’s nice that you want to visit your former housekeeper/babysitter - I’m sure she would love that. Westbury isn’t too, too far from me, but it’s just as easy for me to meet in the city which would probably be easier for just about every other person involved.</p>
<p>Sorry to hear that your car is really and truly out of commission. Very annoying in so many ways, I’m sure.</p>
<p>Hey, my coolness quotient is up, with a little help from sluggbugg! We have a couple of D’s college friends and some friends of mine from Mexico visiting, and my amiga has been fixing us delicious beverages. We’re on day two of the three-day process of making tepache, which is a fermented pineapple drink…I was stirring the beer into the brew, and D commented that she hoped it would be safe to drink and then added, “but you know what they say, if it doesn’t kill us…” Well, I had just peeked in on y’all and I finished with sluggie’s quip “it will make us very intoxicated” without skipping a beat. No kidding, I could SEE D’s friends thinking, “wow, what a cool lady!” So giving credit where credit is due, thanks, sluggie!</p>
<p>Oh, and Happy Independence Day to all! No fireworks for us, but we had a nice picnic with the house guests. We went to Luxembourg’s “Little Switzerland” area - very cool rock formations with trails through scary-tight crevices, then to the American military cemetery near the city…lots of poppies on General Patton’s grave today.</p>
<p>I’ll report back on the tepache after tomorrow and share the recipe if it’s good.</p>
<p>Uh, oh…it’s the old size monster. I was hoping you’d not notice and that I could return the device without being conspicuous. It’s those blasted tight trousers Mrs p2n makes me wear! Sorry…she’s in “pool-boy” mood again and I forgot where I was… :D</p>
<p>I’m back and checking in after a long weekend in Va. with my father & brothers etc. We finally went through all the junk in the attic and had fun looking at old photos, cards from when I was born (Awwww!) and crafts made by us kids when we were little. Fortunately or not, my mother was a saver.</p>
<p>Pour me a sentimental drink. Sherry, I think.</p>
<p>mommusic, my mom was a saver too. I inherited the saving gene. It’s so fun to look back on old drawings and stories the kids made up, to see how their little minds worked. I love it. My mom also saved sweet little hand knit sweaters, favorite dresses, tiny wool coats, and then she gave them to me for my kids to wear.</p>
What doesn’t kill us will only make us more intoxicated. </p>
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Coffeepot & toaster oven. :)</p>