Polly’s here! I relearned how to drive a manual very quickly and conquered First Gear: My Mortal Enemy.
Pictures tomorrow when the dayball rises. The puddles are re-icing and it’s CAWLD out.
I am exhausted. I painted for 6 hours (not straight), steam cleaned the carpet and put the room back together. I am soooo tired, but the masterbedroom now looks great. But I need new window treatments.
Will catch up later on everyone.
Who’s up for tomorrow, by the way?
Trying to decide whether I want to spend the rest of my evening doing some writing or working on my cross-stitch sampler.
Laundry is in the dryer, food has been et. More work tomorrow.
rigs, I haven’t cleaned in toe weeks. Wanna do my apartment?
I read that as “masturbate room”.
You would.
Where’ve you been, anyway?
How did you know! :eek:
Heh. 
DobGutler (on purpose)–I don’t clean toe weeks. For that you need a long term podiatrist or a pedicurist, no? 
I am off to bed–I need something interesting to READ. I tried Pern–it got too silly in the end. I distinctly remember one book being about a girl who hid in caves or some such (the only Pern book I had read prior to these), but none of these books were even close to that one (I remember that one being well written). I started on Book One (can’t recall title at present-DragonSomething), but after reading 3 of them, no dice.
I start my practicum tomorrow. This should get interesting (or not-either way, I’m sure you’ll hear all about it).
Puggy is hosting tomorrow, Hank.
Hi LOUNE!
Hey, LiLi, sounds like an adventure.
I’m in the middle of a Mary Tyler Moore, season 2, marathon.
But now I’m off to beddie bye. See y’all in the new MMP!
GT
What the hell is a toe week anyway? Is it a week you dedicate to your toes? They are quite underappreciated I suppose.
Off to curl up with a novel before falling asleep. See y’all in the next MMP!
**Rigs **-- reading *Pern *in the *masterbedroom *sounds… well, y’all can draw your own conclusions :eek: 
**Spaz **-- Driving a manual is like riding a bike – you never really forget how to do it, and you only crash once or twice in the relearning process… 
(d&r)
Nobody noticed this gem? 
I’ll try harder next time…
It is *waaaay *Monday here, so I’ll go hunting for a new MMP now!
I tried getting in here early this morning, but couldn’t get in. After that, real life intervened.
Last’s night shindig was fun, although one our guests had waaaay too much to drink and pretty much made an ass of himself. No bigs, he got a bit of a smackdown and calmed down.
Well, my daughter went and did one of those stupid teenage things. She took off yesterday with a friend to see a movie and to hang out with some additional friends. She of course asked if she could go, but she took off around noon or one o’clock.
At any rate, she called us at 10:30 pm to let us know where she was and what she was doing. Hubby offered then and there to come get her (it would have been me, actually), but she declined because she said she had a ride home.
So, midnight rolls around…no daughter. Two-thirty a.m rolls around…no daughter. At four-thirty, I woke up thinking I had her come in and had planned on having a “chat” with her later in the morning concerning the late hour. So, this morning, at 10:00 we hadn’t seen her come down for breakfast. I went upstairs to check on her AND.SHE.WASN’T.THERE!
I was sick to my stomach. Fortunately for me, I was able to locate said friend’s cell number and call. She explained that they all stayed up waaay late watching movies and playing video games and her ride was too tired to drive. I told her I wanted to know where this particular “friend” lived because I was coming to get her. She swore up and down she had a ride home and would come home. When I hadn’t heard back from her by noon, I called again and ended up having leave a voice mail. My tone wasn’t sweet. She called back instantly to say her ride had arrived and she was on her way.
So, she finally showed up around 12:30.
Now, as I’m sure you can imagine her father was furious. Don’t get me wrong, I was highly pissed and severely disappointed in her at the same time. We’ve preached over and over and over that we don’t care HOW late it is, if there isn’t a way to get home, call us…period.
Her father was so furious that he was talking about making her get a job and pay rent. I put a stop to that; however, we did discuss consequences. I also told him I couldn’t handle the ugliness that ensued last February, so I wanted to handle it.
We agreed that she is to have NO social life for a week at least…no phone…no computer (except for required homework)…no friends visiting here…NOTHING. She also now has a set curfew. We’ve never really felt the need to do that before because she was mostly responsible about getting home WELL before midnight.
I told my daughter she now had a 10:00 curfew. At this point, she objected, saying she was eighteen and that was ridiculous. I told her that if she thought she was an adult, she sure didn’t show it last night. I explained to her that although she may be legally an adult, she still has a responsibility to this family and this household. She acquiesced, but she wasn’t happy.
She went and hid in her room after that. She did come down at one point an hour or so later to get something to eat. I went out to the kitchen and told her that her Dad and I weren’t happy about having to do what we did. She allowed as to how she knew an understood that. I was shocked.
Frankly, I think she’s pretty pissed because of the punishment we gave her, but she knows she’s on ultra-shaky ground here and doesn’t want to rock the boat too much.
Hell, I think we were damn easy on her. It could have been so much worse. I’m sure some people will tell me we were too easy on her. However, I want to show her that if she’s willing to work with us, we’re willing to try and work with her so she can regain her social life and our trust.
Finally, I realize she’s 18. However, she still lives at home and she hasn’t even graduated high school. There have to be some sort of consequences.
Whew! That was really long. Frankly, I could have done without all of that. It sure made for a quiet day around here because there wasn’t usual banter between us and her. I missed it.
{{{{Taters}}}} Sounds like a rough one. I know I put my parents through some of the same stuff, but being a parent now myself casts it all in a completely different light. I am relieved for you that your daughter is okay.
We are all still full of Teh Snot and I am getting heartily sick of MIL telling me that rubbing a mix of Vicks Vaporub and olive oil all over my daughter’s body will instantly (or at least overnight) cure her viral infection! :rolleyes: 'nuff said.
:o :o Wow, I just realized that I really mixed up some metaphors in my last post.
I feel stupid. How do you rock a boat on shaky ground? :smack:
Yikes Taters, I have no advice, sorry.
Now, on how to steal the MMP…
It’s been Monday for a couple of hours.
I can make up some topic.
Hmm.
Should I make up an MMP about the Postmaster General spewing yak jizz?
It’s funny, I swear.
Somebody wake me when the new MMP gets here…
**WAKE UP, PIE!!! **
last post
Denied.
Bah, you should have just let the thread sink and he would never have known if anybody read it… but no, you had to go ahead and post and let him know he succeeded.
Oh, wait… there are actually two posts following his!