Yes, it’s special, isn’t it? Especially since we don’t have $20thou. (she inherited a significant sum–long story). The car comes out of that–but what of college? What of oh, I dunno–a USED car?
Oy. There is so much here-I’ll try to not gum up MMP with it all. Suffice to say that it is more the lack of consultation and sharing of expectations than the purchase that bothers me.
You mean Marcus Welby wasn’t a comedy? :eek: :smack:
Yhe lo mein was very good last night. Of course I ad-libbed madly so you shouldn’t take that as an endorsment of Rachel Ray’s recipe. I’m sure it’s a fine recipe, but what I made was a completely different kettle of…pasta. Tonight we had pork sirloin chops with steamed cabbage and sugar snap peas. I just know you wanted to know that.
I have nothing cogent to add, so I’m rambling.
Well, I’m off. And I’m leaving too.
I suppose this is the place for things too mundane and pointless to merit their own thread, so…
hi everyone 
I’ve lurked for a long long time and have always thought I’d have a ton to say when I finally signed up, but the shyness monster decided to take over instead, so I’ll have to work a little harder to be friendly.
so I thought I’d start by just saying…
hi, I’m new.
Hi Dorothy; yes, that’s pretty much it… welcome!
I don’t have to actually be awake till 7, but I have, of course been conscious and at least semi-awake since 5. Maybe I’ll get up and clean or something.
Yeah, rigs, it’s the non-communication that would bug me too.
GT
Mucus Welby is what my sister and I alway called the TV show. Even in our old age, we’re fans of twisted and sarcastic renamings.
Today’s my last day of class, and I head home to Virginny tomorrow. I’ve been a good boy so far on the trip, which means I’m bored out of my skull…
Hi ya Dorothy and Incantatrix. Come on in to the Cool Kids Club. You’re right Dots this is the place to ramble about anything and exchange recipes apparently. Trix you cannot technically hijack a hijacked thread but come on back and play, ya heah?
Morning everybody! And a special Hi! to the new kid on the block! My mother’s name was Dorothy, but everybody called her Dottie.
Rigs, I’d be pissed, too. I hope you get it all straightened out.
<snerk>Mucus Welby<snerk>
rigs, nah, for me it would be all about the money. See, if Mr. Anachi bought The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] sumpin for twenty dollah, that’d be alrighty. Multiply that by thousands…not so much. Plus, what was he thinkin’ getting one of those roller skates on steroids as a first car for a kid? :rolleyes:
Welcome, new kids. Have a plastic grasshopper and send chocolastes to fcm because she’s nice…dammit!
Today is my team leader’s last day. Coinkydinky, it’s my last day of the week cause of the vacation days I gotta take. My counterpart cow-orker is all miffed cause I’m takin’ the days. Stoopit cow-orker! She thinks my team will unload work on her. They won’t. I have trouble getting them to give me enough to do.
Tonight will be chicken. All the talk about noodles and skettis has me jonesin’ for a pasta side. Recipes for said sides will be welcomed.
Tupug
Dots, Dottie, Dorothy, Dorrie --pick fast, before we do! And welcome. Others use this thread as conversation light and some comic relief–not me. This is Therapy Central (much cheaper than psychiatry) (I kid).
Well, if I were to completely honest–it’s both the $ and the no input. And the fact that he always insisted on her getting something like a Camry for safety etc.
And the fact that where I come from–16 year olds do not get new cars. And the whole Miss Manners thing about ostentatios displays of wealth being tacky. And the fact that I wasn’t consulted (the line was, “wouldn’t a Mini be fun?!” Well, yes, a Mini would be fun–that doesn’t mean “go buy a Mini”!).
And the insurance (she doesn’t ahve a job) and the gas and the maintenance and and and and and and and…
Welcome, new peoples! Get used to your nicknames. 
I just got an obscene phone call at work. Who the hell makes obscene phone calls at nine in the morning? Getting an early start is all well and good, but I haven’t even finished my first cup of coffee yet. I don’t know what I’m wearing because my brain isn’t functioning well enough to remember. Give me an hour and call me back.
Rigs, when I got my drivers’ license, my parents did buy me a brand new car. You know why? Because Dad drove a Caddy and mom drove a Jag, and they did not want me driving their cars. And I had so many rehearsals and practices and jobs that they didn’t have time to drive me places. And you know what they got me? A 1992 Hyundai Excel. Power nothin’. First generation economy car. One step up from a Yugo. It cost approximately six thousand dollars. Dad put it on his credit card. Yes, you read that right.
On the upside, you could fit 7 overweight high school girls in an Excel if you tried hard enough, and 2 people could live out of it for at least a month, if it was properly handled and both were only five feet tall. Poor baby did have two engines and three transmissions, but he served well and faithfully until they hauled him off to the junkyard five years later.
Oh … my point was that nobody in high school needs a Mini Cooper. Really. That was the point. You get mad, because you have every right to. We’re behind you!
Ouch, rigs. Men are such shits sometimes, huh? I’m thinking “refund.” Get that twenty grand back.
I was up late doing work that I didn’t finish last night. I’m off to class.
welcome Dorothy, to where the cool kids hang.
hey kids - should we give her a nickname yet? or wait til she forks over the bucks?
Yeeeh, rigs that was a pretty big deal-breaker. We won’t go into the deal-breakers I had to put up with before the deal was broke, but lemme say I’m with you, whatever you decide. It’s a very, very hard thing, even when all the signs are there that “away with thee” is the right decision to make.
While we’re grumpy, listen to this: yesterday I sat in the dentist’s office for an hour–and we have to go back because they didn’t fill my son’s cavity!! We arrived at 4 pm, our appointment time, only to find that the girl forgot to put the appointment into the computer. Therefore, techincally, we had no appointment. I was assured another dentist would be able to handle the work. Fifty minutes later I told her we’d have to reschedule (after telling her three times along the way that I wasn’t going to be able to stay much after 5 pm). Arrrrrgggggg!!! It’s a huge nightmare even getting to this dentist, which is at the university and in a huge building with about 400 other clinics, offices, outpatient surgeries, labs, etc., etc. And now we have to go back.
In happy news, since my anniversary is coming up (two years with the new, improved and infinitely compatible and wonderful New Husband) and there have been questions about my size and color preferences, and Lands End and Victoria Secret catalogs laying about–I think I’m going to get some cutie jammies and special underthings! It’s such a treat being pampered. So new!
wow - nice gift - or was it a bribe to win her over? Has she expressed a dislike for him? or mere indifference? Does she need a pocket car? (does anyone?) Isn’t being a good dad enough? He needs a serious talking to, for sure, but a “deal breaker”? it depends on his motives, I guess.
So everybody in the office is talking about the lottery tickets they all ponied up for yesterday. I never bother, because I’ve got better things to do with any five bucks I have, but I’m sitting here, wondering how stupid I’m going to feel if they all win. The main reason I don’t get involved is because the guy who takes the money and organizes everything is my personal equivalent of Sean’s Roundboy. I haven’t come up with a good name for him yet, but he is the reason people sometimes kill their coworkers.
I’ve got a recipe for “Spicy Asian Noodles” that’s really good. Totally inauthentic, but still really tasty. Lemme see if I can come up with it from memory… I just made it a couple days ago (and have the leftovers here for lunch!) so I should be able to get close.
Spicy Asian Noodles
4 oz linguine or spaghetti, cooked al dente
2 tsp molasses
2 Tbsp soy sauce
2 Tbsp peanut butter
2 tsp sesame oil
1 Tbsp brown sugar
1 tsp sesame seeds
1 Tbsp cider vinegar
hot pepper sauce to taste
1/2 red pepper, thinly sliced
1 cup snap peas or snow peas, cut in half
2 scallions, diced
Combine molasses and soy sauce in large skillet. Bring to a boil and simmer for 1 min. Add PB, oil, sugar, seeds, vinegar and hot pepper sauce and stir to combine. Add veggies and noodles and toss to coat. Heat through and enjoy!
The recipe is designed for a side dish for 2 but can easily be doubled to serve more. And you could really use whatever veggies you want/like/have on hand. I really love the flavor combination even if it isn’t really authentic Thai.
Well, shit.
We were supposed to be home alone today (he was going to work on some damaged plaster in the family room) and I told him that we needed to have a talk without the kids present etc.
#2 son is home sick with a bad head cold.
Husband (he does this all the time) comes to me and says, " we were going to talk, but I have to go in for a meeting at 11:30."(like he didn’t know about the meeting yesterday? He’s the friggin CFO!) I smell avoidance-weasely avoidance.
Problem: 1. we were going to talk. and 2. he was supposed to be home so that I could take daughter to DMV and get her damned license–for the damned car.
So, our talk has been put off. I did say I’d email him, but that is not the correct way to do this.
I’m not even sure just what I’m going to say. I do know that this is not happening again. I am prepared to kick him out, if needed, but would rather not go down the Tallulah Bankhead road just yet. We had been talking about separation–and this just sealed the deal, really.
Can anyone imagine their spouse spending that amount of money with no input? It’s insane–sorry, I’m still in shock. True, she does have the funds–but (as I’ve been trying to instill in her) such things should not be relied on (IOW, old women don’t make habits out of dying and leaving teenagers significant amounts of money). She’s all 16 about it. :rolleyes:
I have no problem with her having a car–just not a new car, not a status symbol car, not a car I had no say in.
I’m a bundle of fun today! Sorry. Ellen --can you email me with your roadmap aka how you extracted yourself from your previous marriage? I think I need some mentoring here. Only if you want to, of course.
Aw shit rigs, that sucks.
I know I’d be highly pissed if my hubby spent that amount of money without telling me. As for the what type of car, etc. I’m not quite sure how I feel about that. I’m not saying a kid needs some fancy schmancy sports car or anything. On the other hand, as a kid I had to drive a smashed up POS and it was embarrassing. The fact that the hubby used the daughter’s inheritance would greatly irk me too. I’m like you, I would have wanted her to use the money for college.
We’ve always told our kids that we would match whatever they pony up and help them buy a car. BUT…they have to work, pay for the insurance, maintenance, etc. Guess what, my 16 year old daughter does not have a car or a job. On the other hand, I’d rather she concentrate on school and not worry about getting to a job right now. I saw her report card and while most of her classes were As, she had a couple of Cs. She is obviously struggling and I’m not going to add stress to that by making her go out and get a job. She’s still a minor, for pete’s sake. Fortunately, she doesn’t seem all that interested in driving yet.
I have nothing new to report. My life is mundane.
What is up with the coding? I know I put rigs name in bold. That’s what I meant to do anyway. Knowing me, I probably screwed up. I’m the Queen of screwing up coding.
Oy. I agree with you. To me, school IS the kid’s job.
I have told her that we are going to come up with an agreement re payment of gas/maintenance/insurance/tags; proper driving and Ways You Lose the Keys.
I emailed him to say that we should go out tonoc and just talk it out.
It’s funny-you spend alot of time agonizing over stuff, but when you reach a limit–everything is so clear and steady. I’m not alcoholic (I play one on TV-sorry, bad joke!), but maybe this is like hitting bottom. I’m done. Either this shit changes or we are over. It’s amazing how calm I feel.
And now for lunch (skipped breakies)–leftover chicken casserole (I lack the creative title gene). It’s made with potatoes (N.O.T.) , sour cream, cheese, potato chips, onions, garlic and chicken! Nummy. Recipe on request.
I think it’s a nice day to clean the boy’s room. And Mr “I’m too sick for school but not too sick for computer games” can help me. Carry on.