We’re going to see his folks Friday evening and will have dinner with them. Can we plan for another time?
pokes SO for pugs
taxi, the other thread isn’t really pics, but you’re home now, so I guess you could look it at. Anyway, it’s this totally outrageous wedding dress.
Back from bad Chinese food. I asked FCD about his knowledge of butt plugs. He told me to tell you that he found it on page 62 of the Kama Sutra for Dummies, Large Print Edition. 
Oy Vey! you folk post a lot. I worked all day, so I ordered pizza. i got the cute pizza delivery chick again(She’s cute enough to be an MMPer). Only two more days till vacation. I don’t know how much I can post, my parents still have dial-up.
Good job Puggy! I quit 8 years ago, when smokes were $1.89 a pack.
swampy, that is one heck of a jury story. I’m glad you decided not to hate. Anger leads to the Dark Side.
Dot, Image not work. We are not smart. ^ :dubious: ^
ellen, there is a resemblance, but he graduated college the year I was born. does that mean he looks young, or I look old?
Heck, yeah - I’m around Saturday night and all day Sunday if you’re still on Lawn Guylandt - any other time is good, too - I just need a week’s warning
I have skimmed, but damned if I’m going to read every line. Yeesh. Eight pages. On a Wednesday, you loons.
Yay, Puggy!
taxi, you can bellydance at your wedding. It’ll be exciting.
I just got back from class, where we started a shamadan choreography. Shamadan is when you dance with a lit candelabra on your head. We, thankffully, started with big books. Do you have any idea how hard it is to balance a book on your head while you’re rolling around on the floor doing undulations and stuff?
In spite of lacking a sense of balance (along with flexibility- I don’t have that either) I did okay. It’s really hard, though. Your thoughts go like this:
“Four arabesques… three… two… oh, crap, no, don’t tilt your head… right, arms out gracefully… up on ball of foot… dammit, don’t tilt your head… right hip circle… lower gently… bugger, no don’t fall off!.. dammit, down slooowly onto elbow… bugger, drat, shit, don’t fricking fall off!..”
It means concentrating on fifteen things at once, instead of ten. I guess it makes a hell of a party trick.
<gulp> a lit chandelier?
Somehow, the waltz and Charleston don’t seem so challenging now…taxi --you should dance at your wedding to “You Light Up My Life” with said chandelier…heh.
Off to take a communal shower–the joys of dorm living. Had a nice dinner down on Green St. Did some work on my paper, which is falling more into place than I though possible. I cannot email from here (?)–it won’t go thru. This is a strange land I have landed in, and one must adjust. Miss my kids like crazy already.
I did about 15 double takes when I read that juror story. Amazing–if we saw that on TV, we all would have said, “no way–no-one would do that.” Life IS stranger than fiction.
taxi --Mozart has a lot of nice music, as does Hyferdal–ask the organist (even if you don’t plan on having organ music)–we did and it was nice (whatever it was). Vivaldi, Haydn, Bach–all good. How about “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring?” lovely.
Shamadan. It’s a candelabra, not a chandelier. I dunno where you’re hang a chadelier from…
taxi, we were married in December, and had Debussy’s The Snow is Dancing as the recessional. It’s very pretty. I walked down the aisle to Joy Go With My Love, a tradtional piece on classical guitar, too. None of this cliche wedding stuff.
My chicken is a’cookin’ right now. I ended up doing a double batch, so I still had to use two pans. In about 20 minutes I lift the lids, finish cooking off the chicken, remove it from the pans, and do the gravy. Then I’ll make smashed (N.O.T ) to go with the chicken and gravy. I guess I’ll have to have some veggies too.
After we eat, I’ll try to get my daughter to take a pic of me to post. Hopefully, I my image won’t break your 'puter screens.
FCM, you didn’t answer me; how’s your daughter enjoying The Emerald City? What has she done? Has she seen things outside of Seattle proper?
I got bupkus other than the above.
Well, dinner was disappointing, the cabbage was bitter. Sometimes it happens. * le sigh *
I have always (well, maybe not always, but for a long, long time) wanted to own a restaurant on Green St. somewhere, just so I could call it Sydney’s Green Street Cafe.
Yes, I have a very weird sense of humor, why do you ask?
I forgot to mention that ya’ll shouldn’t pay attention to Taters, she’s just being coy (or else she’s been in the liquor cabinet again) She’s a very attractive, and huggable, young woman.
This is one hummin’ MMP eh?
FCM, hang in with the therapy, I get grins reading your progress, having gone through a few good bouts myself. Today, at my gym, I ran into the lovely Laura, my most recent therapist - for my lower back. She watched me run through a few of the things I was doing, stopped what she was doing and spent a few minutes showing me some new things to work at and pronounced me “looking good”.
I melted.
Aside from that my day, and now that I think of it, my mood in general has been pretty down. I’m in a funk of a sort. I know why and what’s bugging me - not going into it right here, right now but it’s a big funk and I need to either figure how to snap out of it, or figure if I CAN without making some changes in my life.
Sorry, don’t mean to drag this down, just caught myself rambling and put that there.
MBG on the way down here, I saw a fleet of school buses, all heading north. Dunno what or where they were going, but I thought of you. Hope the downer goes soon. Been there, done that, my friend–I’m thinking of you.
I know you have, and I think for similar things.
Would beer help? Probably not…will that stop me?
Ha.
MBG, I’m sorry to hear that you’re in such a funk. Don’t worry about “pulling down” the MMP. We’re here to lend a shoulder, ear, whatever you need. We’ve all had our share of ups and downs. I really hope things improve for you soon.
Bumba, you’re awfully kind, but really, I look awful in pictures. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a good picture of myself. I always look unnatural or have some weird blink thing going.
My chicken turned out pretty damn finger lickin’ good, if I do say so myself. We have enough for leftovers tomorrow. I love cold, homemade fried chicken.
I have a bit of a dilemna. Really, I know what I need to say and do, but I don’t want my daughter rebelling and doing something she’ll regret later.
I’ve mentioned before that she has a 20 year old pen and e-mail pal. I’ve seen pictures of him and seen a couple of his letters. Here’s the deal. He plans to come visiting next month. This makes my husband and I extremelly anxious. My daughter has been asking to discuss the visit for over a week now, so I had to sit down and ask what this relationship was exactly, both from her point of view, and his. She claims they are nothing more than friends, but I’m still feeling funny. I tend to trust my gut in this matter.
My daughter is extremely intelligent and has a good head on her shoulders. She’s very mature for her age and somewhat conservative. That being said, she’s still a young girl (she’s 16 and a half); and we all know what MOST young men are thinking. I can’t stop this young man from coming out here, but I sure as hell can make sure there is nothing untoward going on while he IS here. I also want to show my daughter that I do trust HER and allow her this opportunity to show us that I can trust her judgement in the future. Does this make sense to any of you? I don’t feel like I’m communicating in a clear manner what I’m striving to get across to you.
Mr. Taters and I have agreed to let them visit with each other with the following conditions:
He’s not staying in our home. I feel terrible even saying this; but I don’t know him and well, it’s just not right. He’s going to have to pony up the money for a hotel or motel.
They can see each other when he comes to visit, but Mr. Taters or I, or both of us, will be with them at all times. God, I feel so Victorian. I had no problem with her dating the young man she was dating at the beginning of the year (a high school senior), but I feel differently about this.
I know you’re all probably thinking we’re nuts for even allowing this, but I reallly can’t stop him from coming out here. In my view, this prevents my daughter from trying to sneak around and see him behind our backs. I’m not quite sure that she’d really do that; but I’d rather be safe than sorry. I think it’s better this way; it’s in the open, the terms have been laid out, and we’re sticking to them.
My God, it’s hard to let go and completely trust her on this one. I feel absolutely awful about even feeling these doubts. She’s never given me any reason to distrust her, EVER, so I guess that’s why we’re capitulating on this.
Besides, I plan on telling this young man a thing or three if I suspect the very teeniest bit of foul play. Additionally, I know the MMP Cool Kids will kick his heiney if I sic you on him. 
Whew! That got very long. Sorry about that.
MBG, another pat on the shoulder to you. Really, I hope things work out for you.
Oh GT, you know the ice cubes would melt before the fridge got halfway to your computer. It’s really hot in inter-webber-space y’know. Like here-- friday’s going to hit 117 freakin’ degrees! Ha! I accidently hit 177 degrees, which is pretty much what anything over 115 feels like anyway.
I’m not shocked by Swampy’s juror story at all. Our district superintendant once stopped his speechifying-- to every adult employee of the district-- to take a call.
Yay, Puggy! C’mon, Drae, join the cool kids who’ve quit (positive peer pressure y’see). I too, am too cheap to smoke, if I’d ever wanted to. When I was a medium-sized yard ape, I figured out my parents could send my sister and I to college on the money they spent on cigs. And the cash now spent on health problems-- those bills’ll kill ya.
Guess what I did?! I installed a mirror in my bathroom, all by myself. It’s one of those fancy ones with brushed nickel handles on the side to hold the oval mirror part. Of course, just like giving a mouse a cookie, I now need to adjust the decorating in there.
dots I am married to an Alaska Native, he’s an Aleut, and I lived in his village for five years. kaiwik is the Alutiiq word for wife. It’s great for a user name, because nobody has ever already claimed it! The word for hello is cama’i, pronounced cha/mai, (accent on the second syllable) and they do not have a word for goodbye. If anyone is interested the url for the Alutiiq Museum is http://www.alutiiqmuseum.com/ and to go to the interactive language site click on the Sharing Words spot in red on the front page.
Ellen thanks so much. While I enjoy the SDMB in general, I was really looking for a group like this to hang out with. Being gimpy and all I get a little cabin feverish, and I need the stimulation of outside conversation. Yes, in October 2004 one of my sisters-in-law went into DT seizures and died. Heroic measures were taken and she was resuscitated, but she was pronounced brain dead. My mother-in-law is her guardian, as she was not married, and refuses to let her go. There have been several resuscitation’s in the past almost two years, and it is just so very sad and tragic. Alcoholism is rampant amongst Alaska Natives, and in my husband’s immediate family alone there have been six deaths directly caused by alcohol that I can count off the top of my head. My husband has been sober for 11 years, and I am very proud of him.
taxi when skiffman and I remarried (long story) we played music from George Winston’s Winter album. I don’t recall the selections, but it was a December wedding, and it fit nicely. The best of luck, planning that wedding was insanity!
Major congratulations pug! My parents quit about a thousand times before they stayed quit.
That is a crazy juror story swampy, I just cannot fathom the sheer stupidity…well, then again, maybe I can. It is definitely a :eek: :eek: :eek: story.
The MMP has gone crazy fast this week, I am trying to scan a couple of pictures, but I am not very adept at it. Maybe by tomorrow. It is still raining and blowing, temps are in the mid 40’sF and we are forecast to get at least an inch of rain by tomorrow, with more of the same in the forecast. le sigh indeed. My flowers are never gonna grow at this rate, Autumn begins in August here…
Well, Stephen King’s Nightmares and Dreamscapes is on in a bit, there’s that at least. I am not as cranky as I was yesterday, although this weather is enough to try any one’s patience. I do feel for y’all stuck in the heat, and would gladly accept it if it pushed up this way.
Upon review, I agree with both your conditions Taters. It’s a good compromise that keeps everyone safe.
kaiwik, you need to come pay a visit to your home state. Temps are supposed to reach the 90s by Friday, with the possibility for trip digits closer to the foothills and most definitely in Eastern Washington. The weather here, for the most part, has been very nice. Temps were 80 when I came home this evening.
I plan to be IN THE WATER or on the boat the entire weekend.
Ashes, thanks I appreciate your tyhoughts. I was really doubting myself and the decision I had made. It’s rare that I have doubts like this when it comes to my kids.
Taters I know that I am not the only member of our little group who has raised teenage girls. I have two on their own now, and one who turns 15 in August. I also have a son who is 13 and his sputtering hormones have begun to kick in. And I suppose that is the operative word you are going to be dealing with: Hormones. Please allow me to share some of my experiences with 16 year old girls and 20ish year old boys.
I agree that this young man should not stay in your home. I agree that visits ought to be under the supervision of either you or your husband. Each young person should always have two feet on the floor, hands in sight, and daylight between their bodies at all times.
It’s not so much a matter of trusting your daughter, it’s about protecting her from foolish mistakes. YOU are the parents, she is a minor. He is an unknown at this point in time, and in my not so humble opinion he needs to prove himself worthy of your trust with your most precious daughter. It isn’t a matter of not trusting her in the pure sense of the word, it is a matter of being older and wiser, and being available to help her make good decisions. That is what parenting is.
It is appropriate to include him in family situations, such as shared meals, watching a good movie or two, playing board games/cards/etc. If this young man’s intentions are above board he will not object to scrutiny, and if he does I see big red flags. Always, always, always trust your gut. Did I emphasize that enough? Every time I have let my gut feeling be swayed by impassioned pleas from my daughters to trust them, I have made grave mistakes.
I don’t know you or your husband, but it would not be out of place to take the young man aside and tell him that your daughter is the most precious thing in your lives and, to indirectly quote Bill Engvall, if he the young man has any ideas about hugging and kissing and that sort of thing, well, you wouldn’t mind going back to prison! Seriously though, make him aware of statutory rape in your area, and that you will not hesitate to prosecute.
He may turn out to be a well mannered, mature young man with an interest in your daughter while being aware of her tender age. I know men who were involved in a relationship with a younger (minor) girl who were content to allow the relationship to mature and give her plenty of time and room to mature. I know one couple very closely who began their relationship in much the same way, they have been married for some 20 odd years, have four beautiful children, and love each other as much as they did at the beginning. I also know a lot of young men who have one thing on their mind, and we know what that is. I encourage you to keep an open dialog with your daughter, but do not mistake her maturity to be more than her years and experience. It may sound corny and old fashioned, but her innocence and purity lie in your hands, and those of your husband. I wish for all the best for everyone involved, and that you and your husband be given the gift of insight and clarity during this visit. My thoughts are with you and yours.
Sorry - I knew I forgot something…
She told me they drove downtown, which for her was remarkable, as she has a tendency to get lost. Her friend worshipped at the site of the flagship Starbucks. :rolleyes: She mentioned a couple other things that didn’t stick with me. I don’t think they’ve explored the environs - I think they’re just enjoying the ability to relax and sleep in and not have to check out of hotels every morning. She did mention that they were going to take the bus into town rather than drive and pay to park.
Wish I could be more specific, but since I’ve never been there myself, I have no frame of reference for what she tells me. I do know they’re going to a baseball game this weekend. Then they’re heading east again.
OK, back to work. I’m not posting. No one saw me… poof