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Post by stepper on Oct 9, 2010 18:14:32 GMT -6
Count me in, but only on the condition that this time we "can" eat the Penguins. ;D I wonder what grilled penguin tastes like? Kat - got any penguin steaks? Spare ribs?
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Post by Phalon on Oct 9, 2010 21:53:04 GMT -6
Dang, it's getting scary in here....
Or it will be once Scrappy finds out you're plotting to eat her penguins.
Oh! Speaking of scary...Joxie, is my Halloween Imp hanging around anywhere in here?
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 11, 2010 16:26:05 GMT -6
I have it on the avatar list.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 13, 2010 4:27:04 GMT -6
Psst, Joxie.....how do I find the avatar list again?
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 13, 2010 17:03:55 GMT -6
When you go to modify your profile, you'll see your avatar image. Above it you'll find the box with a drop-down list of forum avatars. Below it you'll find the box where you paste your own image url. Delete the link there, and then pick an image from the list of forum avatars. Then save changes.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 14, 2010 6:20:48 GMT -6
Dang!!! I go to bed, wake up and take a look at myself, and discover that sometime during the night, I've been transformed into an imp!
I wonder if that slice of cold pizza before bed had anything to do with it? Or it mighta been the Halloween spirits hard at work.
Then again, maybe a certain Fairly Board Mom got out her batch of seasonal wand dust.
Thanks, Joxie!
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 14, 2010 17:29:48 GMT -6
You're very welcome.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 2, 2011 5:52:14 GMT -6
In a couple hours, I will be embarking on what is sure to be one of the most harrowing experiences I've ever attempted. I will be driving 400 miles round-trip in my itty-bitty car with two teenagers to attend a Lil' Wayne concert in suburban Detroit.
If I'm not back by late this weekend, I've probably gone insane from being together with LX and her life-long boy friend (not the Boyfriend) for more than 24 straight hours; those two together could make Mother Theresa want to curse - they're so silly. If that doesn't do me in, the music probably will (the most vile, vulgar, and totally degrading lyrics I've ever heard). And then there's the massive nose-bleed probability: our seats are so far away they're nearly out of the arena (which is actually a good thing).
Wish me luck!
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Post by Mini Mia on Apr 2, 2011 19:14:53 GMT -6
Good Luck!
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Post by stepper on Apr 3, 2011 13:16:14 GMT -6
So...you had a surprisingly great time and everyone was well behaved. Right? I'm surprised the LX went with boy friend instead of boyfriend unless boy friend had the tickets.
That's a lot of driving for someone who doesn't like those in the concert - even for a mom.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 3, 2011 20:27:18 GMT -6
Right!!! Actually, I'm not surprised the kids were well behaved; there were stipulations involved, you know. I am surprised though at how the crowed behaved. I had reservations about the whole thing - the venue, where it was located, and the type of concert, and it all turned out to be unfounded. This is going to sound totally weird, but if I liked the music (and I still hate it, and suffered through 4 1/2 hours of it!), this would have been the best concert I ever attended. And the look on LX's made it all worthwhile.
The plan originally was me, LX, boy friend, and boyfriend. I paid for LX's and my tickets; it was up to boy friend and boyfriend to give me the money for their tickets BEFORE I ordered them. I spoke to both their parents explaining this explicitly - I was not ordering tickets without money in my hand first because no way was I going to be out 75.00 per ticket. Boy friend's mom paid me; boyfriend's mom did not.
I've made the trip many, many times. The arena is less than a half hour from my brother's (where we stayed), so there was a bonus in it for me too - I got to visit with both my brothers this weekend.
It's a long story why I went through this much trouble for a concert I'd never want to see (and one I didn't particularly want my daughter to see) - one that involved a lesson in mothering, and thus, a lesson for her (hopefully): don't ever make promises you don't intend to keep, and always follow through with your commitments.
It was her "Super Sweet Sixteen" birthday present - a dream of hers she's been planning for over two years. Her plan was to fly wherever Lil Wayne was playing close to her birthday, stay the weekend in a hotel, and go to the concert. I never thought it would happen; I told her if she came up with plane fare, I'd pay for the hotel and tickets (her friends were on their own; my duties stop at chaperoning) - figuring she'd never save that much money. Turns out she didn't need to. The Detroit date just happened to come nearly half a year early - and close enough a distance for us to drive, without the need for a hotel. (He played Chicago the night before which would have been closer - I probably could have driven back that night, but it was nicer staying with my brother for the weekend.)
The only harrowing part of the weekend - and this part was worse than I ever could have imagined: getting out of the parking lot. OMG! I've never driven in such a mad dash at such a slow speed. It was the most nerve-wracking half hour I spent driving in my entire life.
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Post by Mini Mia on Apr 3, 2011 21:47:26 GMT -6
Whenever our family went to ballgames, we'd stay in our seats and chat or mill about while the place cleared out. When we finally meandered out to the car, the parking lot was pretty much a ghost town.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 5, 2011 5:44:20 GMT -6
I thought about doing that, Joxie - there have been many times we hung around after events just to wait for the parking lot to clear. I figured though, it'd take us so long to get from our nose bleed seats (the very last row of the arena - we had to take an elevator to get to them!!), that by the time we got to the parking lot, it'd be empty enough. In addition, driving in was so orderly, I guessed (wrongly) leaving would be the same, and I purposely parked fairly near to an exit - not more than 200 yards away. So close, but yet soooo far away. Ah well, I'll know better next time.
Next time!!??
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Post by Siren on Apr 7, 2011 21:18:24 GMT -6
You are a great mom, Phalon. LX will never forget what you did for her 16th birthday.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 8, 2011 6:34:11 GMT -6
HA! You are right - because I won't let her ever forget what lengths I went to and what I had to endure for her!
No, no - just kidding (sort of). But you're right; she's still glowing. I told both her and Josh, they'd probably never see another concert like that again - because honestly, it was a grand production, and especially since it was their first concert, I'm sure it will be memorable.
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Post by stepper on Apr 8, 2011 18:31:19 GMT -6
I agree with Siren. You're a great mom. And while she will always remember her first concert, she's also going to always remember - fondly - that it was her cool mom who drove her there and that she was out overnight and then mom drove her back.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 9, 2011 20:24:08 GMT -6
HA! Me? The cool mom? Wait! I think I hear LX laughing hysterically in the background somewhere. It was not my intent to be the cool mom; I was trying to be the responsible mom.....but if I scored a couple of cool points, I'll take them.
Actually, I of course, had to blog about the experience. LX said it was the best thing I'd ever written....not because I was being cool, or even that the concert was cool, but because I "finally got it". It was something I always knew, actually, but seemed to forget every time she listened to Lil Wayne. All I heard was his vulgar, disgusting lyrics; she heard the music. I forgot there was a difference.
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Post by stepper on Apr 9, 2011 23:04:04 GMT -6
About the blog - I enjoyed both of the last two blogs, but it seems that being able to comment is a privilage only for those who subscribe to the magazine. When I try to comment the system keeps highlighting the subscription fields at the bottom of the page and insists they are now mandatory. Since I'm not going to pay for their magazine, I guess I'm done commenting there. None the less, I will continue to read.
There are a few types of "music" that I find I simply can not listen to and rap shares the top spot. Shelby is lucky to have such a special mom - and one day she'll know just how lucky she is I'm sure.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 10, 2011 6:42:06 GMT -6
I'll check into it, Step, if you want.....actually, it's probably something they should be made aware of anyway, in case it's affecting other people on the site. I'm nearly positive it's not their policy that you have to subscribe to comment. I know, for example, there's a woman who always comments on my blogs who doesn't subscribe.
I personally think the site is too big - there's too much on it, and many times it takes forever to load. When it finally does, I'll often get an error page when I try to sign in.
Me too. Bluck!
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Post by stepper on Apr 10, 2011 19:14:06 GMT -6
It's up to you Phalon. I noticed that it was taking a long time to load too. Now that they've changed it to where only the first dozen or so load and you have to make a page selection at the bottom to see additional posts it seems a little quicker. Before these last two entries went up, you were on the third page.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 4, 2013 7:17:49 GMT -6
Apparently, for some, walking is a harrowing experience.
Apparently, I am one of the some.
We received 10 inches of snow last Wednesday. In a series of very weird-but-too-long-to-explain events, I ended up walking home from downtown, after being driven there by Xena Sis's husband on his lunch hour. In one hand I had two growlers from the winery, empty of the hard apple cider they once contained. In the other hand was my Mom's purse.
The fact that the growlers were empty has nothing to do with the reason I ended up laying flat on my back in the center of the road. Why I mentioned my Mom's purse, I don't know.
I was in the center of the road because the road had been plowed; the sidewalks were not. The growlers were empty because that's the way Xena Sis gave them to me out of the backroom of the boutique where she works; they weren't empty because I drank the contents in an attempt to stay warm while walking (although I may have had a hand in emptying them at one time).
I have no idea why I laid flat on my back in the middle of the road; it was my knee I fell on when I slipped on the ice beneath the thin layer of snow the plows left.
I believe the reason I was on my back is because I rolled over in pain. I am sure the reason I laid there for about 5 minutes is because I was in pain. But hey, I saved the growlers! And I am positive I was wishing they weren't empty because I was in pain.
Deciding I better get out of the street just in case...oh, I dunno...a car might run me over, I limped the rest of the way home...and ended up with the biggest, ugliest bruise on my knee that I've ever had (which is saying a lot since I apparently have a hard time walking).
So a week later, just has the bruise turned a dull olive green instead of shades of black, purple, and blue, I got out of bed, walked down the stairs (without falling), rounded the corner and tripped over the dog, who is blacker than any bruise could ever be, and impossible to see in a dark house. Somehow, I managed to avoid falling on her, and instead slammed my knee - the same knee - on the sharp corner of the coffee table.
And damn, damn, damn. The growlers are still empty.
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Post by Spock on Dec 4, 2013 12:41:11 GMT -6
... There are a few types of "music" that I find I simply can not listen to and rap shares the top spot. ... You might try an offshoot of Rap, called Commercial Rap, or Crap for short, ... Apparently, for some, walking is a harrowing experience. ... That did sound harrowing. I hope you make a complete recovery from your condition soon. Unrelenting Clumsiness is a horrible condition and makes walking all that much harder on the afflicted.
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 4, 2013 19:34:27 GMT -6
Sorry for your knee, Phalon. "Roll with it." That's what my Dad always told me. Although, it's hard to do when slipping on ice.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 4, 2013 19:52:14 GMT -6
OMG.....I am so sorry for your pain Phalon.
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Post by stepper on Dec 5, 2013 21:00:49 GMT -6
BOLL! I'll have to remember that one.
Darn Phalon! Next time think about sticking to the sidewalk. It's not that you won't slip, but what was left of the snow might have cushioned the back slam a little.
My problem is not nearly so involved. I was backing up in the post office and with no one around, and without benefit of crashing into something or falling, I got a really nasty pain in my left calf. It nearly took my leg right out from under me. I still don’t know what happened but it has healed only just enough that I can get up stairs again. How the heck can you get soft tissue damage by simply stepping backwards?
At least Phalon can blame a dog; I've got nothing except that after all this time I seem to be incapable of walking backwards.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 15, 2013 9:16:29 GMT -6
Glad to know there is more than one of us. The last incident in which my incapability to walk backward came into play caused me to step off the tailgate of a pickup, ending up flat on my back in a gravel parking lot. Actually, on second thought, maybe I walk backward too good - and just had to get that extra step in there. It's been a while since you posted this; hope your leg is better by now. Somehow, I am reading this as being laced with sarcasm. But I do appreciate the sympathy (although the resulting pain was not nearly as plentiful as the absurdity of how it happened). And to show my appreciation, to you I present this:
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Post by stepper on Dec 15, 2013 10:00:41 GMT -6
Strangely enough, no. Just the other day I had to get up on a ladder to replace a light that had gone out in one of the outside strings across the eave, and it reminded me that things haven't changed.
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Post by katina2nd on Dec 15, 2013 18:39:39 GMT -6
Apparently, for some, walking is a harrowing experience. Apparently, I am one of the some. ................ Know I shouldn't have found this post funny but for some reason couldn't help laughing while reading it, and now feel really guilty.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 16, 2013 10:41:58 GMT -6
You know. This is what I get for wandering in and out of random threads.
*sigh Oh well. Have fruitcake will travel.......
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Post by Phalon on Jul 27, 2016 6:26:50 GMT -6
For months we've been under construction, and the animals have taken it all in stride. The dog is the crew's best bud, and they want to adopt her as their mascot. The cat - well, up until last week, they didn't even know we had a cat, and the only reason they found out is because I took the head guy into the basement to measure some old doors that he's going to refinish for me, and he saw the cat bowls and litter box, which have moved with the construction (when they worked downstairs, the litter box and food was upstairs, and vice-versa). That changed yesterday.
The upstairs is pretty much gutted; the building inspector said there is not enough depth between the studs and outside walls to accommodate the required thickness of bat insulation for this area. Framework would have to be built out into the rooms on all the outside walls, or we could opt to have foam insulation - which is much more expensive to our ever increasing costs, but with the additional lumber and labor to increase the depth, the foam option ended up a little bit cheaper, but the work had to be subcontracted.
The insulation company arrived yesterday as I was leaving for work. The last thing I said to them, half-jokingly, half-serious, was to NOT insulate the cat within the walls. The guy laughed, and said that has never happened.
There is a first time for everything...
They insulated Ranger within the walls.
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