The Progeny
While Mowing......
So, I had begun mowing a LARGE section and I was just making a decent dent in it, when out walks Carolyn. "Mommy, Nolan is lying on the couch, with his head off the seat cushion, and his face is turning purple!" (Hmm, what to do, what to do. Is this a serious crisis? After all, she walked out here, she didn't run. --mower handle still held in the "on" position--hmmmm) "Well, is he awake?" "Yes." "Ok, then, he's just being ornery. He'll get up soon." (I hope)
It was sooooo, hot for mowing yesterday. Either that, or I am getting old. But I determined I would not stop until the allotted section was completed. No drinks, no sitting down to rest, (it's hard to get up again) and positively no going into the house where some little tyke might see me and suddenly remember he wants his Mummy. Only two brief pauses to fill up the gas tank. By the time I got out to the apple trees I was draggin' and dreamin' of diet cherry Cokes. It's quite possible I was beginning to hallucinate. The mower ran over an apple in the grass, sliced off a small bit, and boy, that apple started lookin' pret-ty attractive. I reached down and rubbed the dusty pomme off on my shorts. "Crunch!" Oh, baby, did that ever taste good! Sweet nectar to parched lips and a dry throat. Honestly, I don't think I have ever tasted a sweeter apple. So what if there were still a few clippings on it? Just good, clean grass, is all. Yes, perhaps due to extreme need, that was by far, the best apple I have eaten.
I sometimes wonder if chocolate would taste even better if I denied myself for, oh, say, a month or so. (pauses to consider) Nope. There are some risks that are just not worth taking. Too many people depend on me :-)
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M.O.C.K Update:
It has been suggested that we manifest our great care and concern for the collegiates by phoning them on Saturday mornings. Personally, I think this is a FINE idea. I am usually up by 6:30. No, no, on second thought, I am up so early because I have to go on my walk. Hmmm. This is especially vital on Saturdays so that I can return and have 3 or 4 cinnamon rolls at breakfast. Not sure we can accommodate said request. We will table it for now, but could bring it up for further discussion at a later date.
I have a suggestion for our club flower/plant: Nettle. It may not be all that pretty, but you just can't beat the symbolism. Also had some thoughts as to official club song: "Is You Is, Or Is You Ain't My Baby?" Well, now, whaddya think? Feel free to put forth more suggestions. We're lookin' for lotsa input, here. After all, I don't want to run the whole show myself. (well, maybe just most of it....)
Also, there has been some thought (I won't say who) as to a small branch being formed called the "eMOCKS," which stands for "evil Mothers Of College Kids." This is probably not practical, since the other two ladies really sound quite nice, and, I don't want to be the only one who has to wear a cumbersome furry suit (mandatory eMOCK attire) and swing from vines in old growth forests. Probably just fall and break my hip or somethin'.
I guess that about wraps it up for this session.
"May the retorts be with you."
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It was sooooo, hot for mowing yesterday. Either that, or I am getting old. But I determined I would not stop until the allotted section was completed. No drinks, no sitting down to rest, (it's hard to get up again) and positively no going into the house where some little tyke might see me and suddenly remember he wants his Mummy. Only two brief pauses to fill up the gas tank. By the time I got out to the apple trees I was draggin' and dreamin' of diet cherry Cokes. It's quite possible I was beginning to hallucinate. The mower ran over an apple in the grass, sliced off a small bit, and boy, that apple started lookin' pret-ty attractive. I reached down and rubbed the dusty pomme off on my shorts. "Crunch!" Oh, baby, did that ever taste good! Sweet nectar to parched lips and a dry throat. Honestly, I don't think I have ever tasted a sweeter apple. So what if there were still a few clippings on it? Just good, clean grass, is all. Yes, perhaps due to extreme need, that was by far, the best apple I have eaten.
I sometimes wonder if chocolate would taste even better if I denied myself for, oh, say, a month or so. (pauses to consider) Nope. There are some risks that are just not worth taking. Too many people depend on me :-)
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M.O.C.K Update:
It has been suggested that we manifest our great care and concern for the collegiates by phoning them on Saturday mornings. Personally, I think this is a FINE idea. I am usually up by 6:30. No, no, on second thought, I am up so early because I have to go on my walk. Hmmm. This is especially vital on Saturdays so that I can return and have 3 or 4 cinnamon rolls at breakfast. Not sure we can accommodate said request. We will table it for now, but could bring it up for further discussion at a later date.
I have a suggestion for our club flower/plant: Nettle. It may not be all that pretty, but you just can't beat the symbolism. Also had some thoughts as to official club song: "Is You Is, Or Is You Ain't My Baby?" Well, now, whaddya think? Feel free to put forth more suggestions. We're lookin' for lotsa input, here. After all, I don't want to run the whole show myself. (well, maybe just most of it....)
Also, there has been some thought (I won't say who) as to a small branch being formed called the "eMOCKS," which stands for "evil Mothers Of College Kids." This is probably not practical, since the other two ladies really sound quite nice, and, I don't want to be the only one who has to wear a cumbersome furry suit (mandatory eMOCK attire) and swing from vines in old growth forests. Probably just fall and break my hip or somethin'.
I guess that about wraps it up for this session.
"May the retorts be with you."
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posted by Ma Hoyt | 7:50 PM
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(I may be having trouble editing out the extra bold print, but it in no way dis-authenticates my memo, er, post)
"...preparing to mobilize..."
Is it just me, or does anyone else sense a whiff of desperation in the air?
(makes note of "parental unit" reference)
Speak for yourself, Wilson. Now while I'm not exactly in favor of Saturday morning phone calls, I am in favor of the above-mentioned apples that she sends every fall. Like so many other instances in life, we have to work with the system, not fight it.
Sharon 1, Wilson 0.
I would assert that Wilson is working with the system in a sort of quid pro quo fashion. After all, he is not advocating a cessation in ties with parents, nor is he advocating unprovoked hostilities but rather a payment in kind for any acts of evil by M.O.C.K.
We here at the Shadow Council would appreciate being allowed to adopt a Googlesque motto of "don't be evil" but are not so naive as to refuse to repay force with force. In short, we want to be friendly... and will continue to be friendly as long as the M.O.C.K. and their affiliates don't force our collective hand.
Translation: Make cookies, not early-Sabbath phone calls.
Fellow MOCKers, I have to confess how my following my own advice failed me. Just yesterday I phoned child #2 on a Saturday morning. Maybe my motives weren't entirely pure. Maybe I wasn't calling "just to talk." Maybe I really was trying to get her up so she would hear the library calling her name. But really, it was already 10:30 am. She did answer the phone, and she was reasonably civil in chatting with me. BUT THEN SHE WENT BACK TO BED AND DIDN'T GET UP UNTIL 1PM!!
I'll have to try some other plan.
As for eMOCKs -- doesn't that stand for "electronic Mothers of College Kids"? I mean, over half of our harrassing is done electronically these days, doesn't it?
Yes, but "evil" sounds so much more sinister. True, all our intimidation does occur electronically, (and shall CONTINUE to do so) but it never hurts to strike a little fear into their hearts. :-)
As for the rest of you guys: "Kwi'cher whinin'! I'll try and send you ALL apples!" (c.o.d.)
If calls are made to this dorm on saturday before 12pm, there can be cals made at any time between 10pm and 7am when this student is still trying to the large amounts of homework that are mounding up daily. I have free night and weekends on the cell phone and can even make phone calls for free to 52 states. These calls would be a great break from the hw.
OK, I think if anyone had read my post CARE-fully, they would have determined at the end, that I was FAR more interested in snarfing down cinnamon rolls (you know, the kind that are fresh and warm from the oven, with creamy icing just OOZ-ing down the sides and SOOOoo soft to bite into, with that icing dripping onto you chin....let's see, you guys have those in the cafeteria, don't you?)on a Saturday morning than calling uncooperative collegiate "UNITS."
While the situation immediately following the first M.O.C.K. announcement became rather fluid, rather fast, things have indeed settled into an "uneasy truce," in no small part because I have run out of diet cherry Coke.
Now, as to "the 52 states:" Mechanoer could well have been referring to Berkeley and Rio Linda. (goes to consult atlas)
Sweet! Berkeley is its own state now? Does that mean we can build a really high wall around it and watch what all the little people inside do?
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