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Discussion in 'Dancers Anonymous' started by fascination, May 10, 2009.

  1. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    That is a funky fun table. I'm with you on doing it yourselves, btw. Your sister is probably right; a designer COULD nail the look you're after. But then it would be her/his room, not yours. This way, you get to pick the pieces that you like, even accumulate them over time and it'll be all yours. It's much more personal that way. :)
  2. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    I left out a few things. Must be brief; if I don't get DS to B&N soon, he will be forced to kill me. *not entirely kidding*

    GF who was out on disability came back to work. Yay, right? No. Wrong. For reasons that escape me, she decided to come back to work without being cleared by her doctor or the insurance company. Everything was fine until she had to either call in or leave early three times within a week. So, of course, her manager looked into what was going on and found out that she was not authorized to be back. Then she got walked out by security. These folks take legal liability seriously. Not authorized to work = not working. Period. When I realized what was going on, I made sympathetic noises, meanwhile thinking, "What a bone-headed move!" Grr. I hate it when friends do stupid stuff then expect you to back them up.

    GF who was diagnosed with MS last year is not doing well at all. *sigh*

    Spent much of December plus holiday break discussing PE with DS. He wants to switch from weightlifting, which is what he's scheduled for, back into regular PE. For two months, now, he's been saying, "I want to switch, Mom." I've been coming back with, "But weightlifting is good for you. It's a lifelong sport. It will help you build muscle mass. It's the only way to change your body shape to be bigger in the chest and smaller in the gut. It will help you define that gorgeous six-pack you have, etc. " No. I had no intention of signing DS's schedule change form.

    Then yesterday, he hits me with the whammy. "The guys in weight lifting will laugh at the way I run." Oy! Are you kidding me?!? But I believe DS. Weight lifting class involves something called "suicides" which involve flat out running back and forth across the football field for a warm-up, before lifting weights. For all its zero tolerance no bullying policy, I know that DS's school has plenty of bullying. For some reason, I always assumed that the thick-necked jocks were all in the football program. Now I have visions of thick-necked jocks in weightlifting class, harassing my admittedly non-athletic (but still muscular and very cute) son. I say, "Bring me the form and I'll sign, as long as you discuss it with P first." P is DS's very good friend, also a geek, who has been in weightlifting all year so far. DS respects his opinion. Even though I respect P's opinion less than DS does (P is fifteen; what does he know?) I think that this is a great opportunity for DS to get input from respected sources other than me, then make and live with his own decision. It's SOOOO nice to be a single parent and not have to discuss these things. :D

    The other flag this raises is why the heck DS, in all these two months of discussion, didn't tell me WHY he wanted to switch. "Because the idea of my weightlifting made you so happy, Mom." Arrrrrgh! You're going to put yourself in the way of bullies because I want you to take a certain class?!?!?! Pulling out hair, fake and real. DS and I need to talk, and that's a fact. *sigh*
  3. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    Okay. So I left out two more things. So sue me.

    I got a really encouraging, upbuilding and informative PM from a fellow DFer who threw down the weight-loss/improved health gauntlet and told me lots of stuff she knows that I didn't. That's right. This chick takes no prisoners AND requires no handicap. It's ONNNN, sister!!!! Thank you! :)

    Two: I exchanged emails with the ex (whom I've decided to call The Plaintiff from now on. Thanks K. You crack me up.) regarding DS's failure to show up from his scheduled Christmas visit, due to snow and ice. The Plaintiff says nothing, just reschedules the flight. My mind is blown to tiny little bits. The man who bullied me for twenty years and who still *tries to* bully DS has apparently realized that he has no legal leg to stand on when it comes to visitation. Who the heck is he and what has he done with The Plaintiff I despise?
  4. fascination

    fascination Site Moderator Staff Member

    sun...take dtr and her bf to lunch....take dtr back to school.....practice....that is all that is worth mentioning
  5. DWise1

    DWise1 Well-Known Member

    That high-heel graphic reminds me of my job interview in 1995 with my present company. The Überboss's wife was friends with an artist whose works the Überboss bought and displayed in the company buildings. When I came in to interview, the waiting room had Iron Butterflies (literally) and foot stools. Literally, these foot stools were like peoples' legs from the knee down, with cuffed suit pants and shoes.

    Odetics, formerly just down the street from Disneyland. Our division was sold to an east coast company several years ago.
  6. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    I think it's cool to let everyone in the family choose pieces they like for the room they are going to share. The high-heeled pump table reminds me of A Christmas Story, though, I have to admit. Fra-gee-lay. Must be Italian.

    I think you should definitely get that table and take a bunch of pictures of CCC on it, beside it, with it. Then torture her with those pictures when she's a teenager and wants to pretend that she doesn't even know her parents, much less a table she picked out when she was ten and into Barbies. THAT is what parenthood is about. Torturing kids. Oh yeah! *grin*
  7. ChaChaMama

    ChaChaMama Well-Known Member

    What's funny is that I FBed a recently graduated college student the same table and she LOVES it. I think this actually is the kind of thing that is just funky enough that it might stand that test of time.

    But don't worry. I have other things to torture Child with, should the spirit move me. Mwahahaha. She actually loves it when I tell embarrassing stories and goads me to do so.

    One of my favorite ones remains the one from when she was maybe 1 1/2 or 2 years old. She was sitting in her high chair, very calmly and articulately saying the F word over and over. I gave my husband The Look. (You know, the one that says "You are the worst parent ever.") He gave me back a "What? I didn't do it! It must be you!" look. Child continued to say the F word, oblivious to the daggers being shot across the table. Then she reached out her little hand toward the table.

    She wanted a FORK, but she couldn't make an R sound. "Fok," she said expressively, probably wondering why she was given such idiots as parents and why they were so epically slow handing her the baby fork.
  8. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    Oh! That is a classic story. *wiping away tears of mirth*
  9. ChaChaMama

    ChaChaMama Well-Known Member

    So the footstools actually had feet? That's clever. I think I like your old company on that basis alone.
  10. fascination

    fascination Site Moderator Staff Member

    my brother had the same issue as cha cha child...only it was the word TR-UCK
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  11. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    Little ones are cute, when they're learning to talk. Like my friend Stephanie, who couldn't say her own name until she was well into first grade. Until she was about six, to hear the old folks tell it, her name was Suh-Tephanie. She couldn't get her tongue to wrap around that diphthong. When she finally got it, there was much rejoicing. It makes me wonder what people do, when they have long and complex last names, for example. Teaching a preschooler to spell Smith? No problem. Anything with more than one syllable? Not so much.

    And I'm not dissing the table, btw, ccm. It may be a classic one day, despite its being reminiscent of the infamous but fictional leg lamp. lol. I just can't see most teenagers owning up to it. Teens are a different breed, something I realize more deeply every day, much to my chagrin. *sigh* lol.
  12. 3wishes

    3wishes Well-Known Member

    Yesterday, worked out 2x on my new, lovely, threadmill - while the weather was cold and wet outside!
    DS shows up, discussing skiing, happenings, work, etc.
    DS's - son #2 grandson, opens late Xmas gift from my parents - CARS activity case, he's lovin it.
    Call my step-father "happy 80th" he's finally in a good mood, we promise to take him to Casino.
    DD - texts - very excited to start work in a "normal" daily environment with school.
    DH finally makes it through the door after stuck in Fort Stockton due to storm/snow/black ice.
    DH announces,,,"ok, so I'm thinkin' I should fly to D.C. in March for meetings, instead of driving, this last round of getting stuck wasn't bad, but getting the last available hotel room in a small town was a little nerve racking"
    Neighbor introduces me to products of Melalukin....this is the stuff my DD talked about that now her three allergic, dry skinned children - stuffer no more with. I love the lotion "Renew"....ahhhhhhhhh, no more itch from dry skin, and DH has not sneezed once since we cleaned house with product yesterday, DS notices that his son also does not sneeze or itch (he has severe allergies). wow, gotta put this into the house regularly.
    Read, read read and catch up with DH, paperwork, skiing news, etc.
    Dreading circuit training workout at an 8 a.m. start time....trainer laughed on phone....eeewwwww tomorrow morning is gonna come early!
  13. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    So glad to hear about your DD's career change, 3W! (Among other things. :) )

    Update on DS and PE. His schedule is changed. I don't even have to sign any forms. A quick and easy email to his counselor and it's done. Since it's PE, it's no problem.
  14. Sagitta

    Sagitta Well-Known Member

    Vineyard church 10-11:15am
    Catholic Church 11:30am to 12:30pm, served as Eucharistic minister
    12:30 to 1:15pm Eucharistic minister refresher training
    1:15pm to 4:00pm - shopping for groceries and some much needed updates to wardrobe
    4pm to 8pm - Late lunch then veg out
    8-8:40pm - stationary bike, weights
    Then shower, get ready for work week and bed!
  15. fascination

    fascination Site Moderator Staff Member

    mon...teach step class...spend time with boss who is grieving, and may be quitting...think the entire fitness department is about to implode....long idea what perspective I should have on to indy for first lessons in a month...not sure how I felt even til I got out of the car....but, thank goodness, it was good to be back...I can't overstate how relieved I dinner...get into spat with son, on phone, have really had enough of his forgetting who he is talking to....then dinner also doesn't sit well...maybe it was to long since I last ate and I was too full or I was just too tired, so dinner didn't stay down...too tired to care...find tiny bit of bengay in purse...try to convince self it is enough....crank up heat and fall asleep in my crocs so that I know where they are when I have to walk to the bathroom...b/c I know I am going to feel like hell in the balls of the feet and the ankles when I wake up...never mind the knees...threes hours of gold standard/open smooth with one five minute break midway through?...there will be pain...however, other than the issue with my son, all is right in the world once again
  16. ChaChaMama

    ChaChaMama Well-Known Member

  17. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    Oh my goodness. Those are AWESOME! I think you should get the pink one. :)
  18. ChaChaMama

    ChaChaMama Well-Known Member

    Child slept in with me the night before, and is home from school with sniffles.

    Participate in discussion on departmental business of importance.
    Go to grocery store.

    Feeling really sluggish, but know what needs to be done....
    Treadmill: 4 mins @ 6 mph, 1 min @ 6.8 mph x 6 = 30 mins, followed by 10 mins @ 6 mph. 21 mins @ 4.3 mph w/incline.

    Make chicken salad w/cranberries for din.

    Funny convo at dinner:
    Me: Now, just because people might be talking about this at school, I think you should know that the national championship for college football is today...
    Child: Who won?
    Me: It hasn't happened yet. But the teams will be...
    Child: The Ravens?
    Me: That's professional football. This will be Alabama, who are called The Tide vs. Notre Dame, who are called The Fighting Irish.
    Child: Isn't Notre Dame around here?
    Husband: Yes, but this is a different Notre Dame. The original Notre Dame is in...
    Child: France!
    Me: She's got you there.

    Discover that the one task I tried to delegate to Husband that would have taken 5 mins did not get done. Fine. I'm not doing it either. We won't make a hotel reservation and we won't go. Simple as that. I'm not going to make a fuss, but I'm not going to do it. I did the grocery store. I did make dinner. I did laundry. I'm not asking the world Do your bit or don't.

    Read with Child.

    Fooled around on computer, read a little, bed.
  19. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    Sorry. I'm a little crazy when it comes to bathtubs. I grew up in a house that was built in the nineteenth century. The third floor (servants quarters no less) still had one of the old fashioned claw-footed bathtubs. Loved it. It's really not that far from a claw-footed tub to a pink stiletto, when you think about it. ;)
  20. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    @fascination. Best of luck with the upheaval at work. You have endured so much drama there, over the past year or two. I hope that whatever is coming works out for the best for you. My heart also goes out to your boss/friend. She's the one who lost her son recently right? I can't begin to imagine what she's going through. *sigh*

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