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Post by Karen on Oct 24, 2008 11:11:34 GMT -5
Nothing like getting a text message from your son that reads, "Our school is on fire." Nick got one from his eldest daughter at midnight a few weeks ago that said 'mom and Sarah were in a car accident. It's really bad.' No details whatsoever and as he was sleeping when she sent it, he was in a bit of a panic calling for details the next morning. It was bad, but no fatalities and Sarah was fine. His ex crushed her femur, but is doing well enough now, thankfully.
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Post by Karen on Oct 24, 2008 11:17:45 GMT -5
Thank you!! Can't wait! Maybe I can 'steal' a few pears from my old house. We had a tree that would bear tons of fruit every year. Branches would break. Last night we ate at a place in Elgin, Il - near Chicago, called "Brother's Soul Food". All homemade southern cooking. We had ribs, and sides of sweet potatoes, potatoes, macaroni, and samples of the rest of their sides - collard greens done to perfection, cabbage, and homemade sweet potato and pecan pie. OMG. It was an amazing meal from a little hole in the wall place run by a fun family. If we have S'cubiefest in Chicago again, we need to go there!! I haven't had a meal out EVER that was as good as this food was. I must have a soulful set of tastebuds. Ooh, I'll have to remember this. Elgin is where my brother's office is. Or where it used to be; I think they decided to move it back to the house to save gas. At any rate, it's close, so I'll have to check it out the next time I visit them. You'll love it! www.brothersoulfood.com/contact_usHave your brother pick up a gift card. A $40 gift card gets you $80 worth of food. Wish we knew that last night!
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Post by Sara on Oct 24, 2008 11:27:42 GMT -5
I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse that I'm off today. From my office, I'd be about three blocks west and eight stories up from the site. And I just now got an update from Jeremy saying "We're back in." Here's hoping they sounded the all-clear and didn't just decide to improve their student:teacher ratio. Thanks for the concern, all! and *whew* Maybe a chat with Jeremy about being slightly less concise with his texting on this sort of occasion might be in order?
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Post by Jan on Oct 24, 2008 11:42:54 GMT -5
Thank you I'll see if I can scare one up and IM it to you. Fair warning though, my recipes are all a little vague. Measuring cups, I don't need no stinking measuring cups ;D Unless I am baking... or doing candy... Ok I'm just really bad at writing things down ;D Thank you!! Can't wait! Maybe I can 'steal' a few pears from my old house. We had a tree that would bear tons of fruit every year. Branches would break. Last night we ate at a place in Elgin, Il - near Chicago, called "Brother's Soul Food". All homemade southern cooking. We had ribs, and sides of sweet potatoes, potatoes, macaroni, and samples of the rest of their sides - collard greens done to perfection, cabbage, and homemade sweet potato and pecan pie. OMG. It was an amazing meal from a little hole in the wall place run by a fun family. If we have S'cubiefest in Chicago again, we need to go there!! I haven't had a meal out EVER that was as good as this food was. I must have a soulful set of tastebuds.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 24, 2008 11:57:03 GMT -5
Also, besides crushing on a Brazilian girl group and wearing jeans, my husband is apparently growing a beard.
He's one of those men whose beard comes in bright red (although it seems to have a lot of grey now) and grows at a 90 degree angle to the skin surface.
Julia, wishing we were rich enough for the sports car.
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Post by Queen E on Oct 24, 2008 12:07:52 GMT -5
Nothing like getting a text message from your son that reads, "Our school is on fire." Unless it's followed up with: "We don't need no water/let the motherf*cker burn" and then you know he's just playing. Hope everything's OK!
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Oct 24, 2008 12:20:43 GMT -5
Also, besides crushing on a Brazilian girl group and wearing jeans, my husband is apparently growing a beard. He's one of those men whose beard comes in bright red (although it seems to have a lot of grey now) and grows at a 90 degree angle to the skin surface. Julia, wishing we were rich enough for the sports car. Red? Shiny? Shaped like a penis?
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Post by Sara on Oct 24, 2008 12:41:13 GMT -5
Dammit, how dare these trustees show up here and interfere with my ability to complete a jigsaw puzzle?
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Post by Sharky on Oct 24, 2008 12:42:22 GMT -5
Maybe a chat with Jeremy about being slightly less concise with his texting on this sort of occasion might be in order? Yeah, an "I'm ok" at the end of the first message would have been nice. I enjoyed our final exchange: Me - "Glad no one was hurt. Your violin may have a charcoal scent."
Him - "Oh well, better than what the orchestra hall usually smells like."
Me - "LOL" That's my boy!
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Post by Sharky on Oct 24, 2008 12:43:23 GMT -5
Nothing like getting a text message from your son that reads, "Our school is on fire." Nick got one from his eldest daughter at midnight a few weeks ago that said 'mom and Sarah were in a car accident. It's really bad.' No details whatsoever and as he was sleeping when she sent it, he was in a bit of a panic calling for details the next morning. It was bad, but no fatalities and Sarah was fine. His ex crushed her femur, but is doing well enough now, thankfully. Wow! That would panic anyone!
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Post by Vlad on Oct 24, 2008 12:44:19 GMT -5
Also, besides crushing on a Brazilian girl group and wearing jeans, my husband is apparently growing a beard. He's one of those men whose beard comes in bright red (although it seems to have a lot of grey now) and grows at a 90 degree angle to the skin surface. Julia, wishing we were rich enough for the sports car. Red? Shiny? Shaped like a penis? That would be one of the most startling beards I have ever seen! Oh.... you meant the fictional sports car! Vlad
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Post by Vlad on Oct 24, 2008 12:51:48 GMT -5
Congratulations on your very own part, Anne!! You and your offspring have become a part of Shan and my's shorthand dialogue of life. One of the things we often do when either Sofie or Frazer has left some sort of oddball object du interest in their pockets (and it's discovered at washing machine time) is say something to the effect "Oh, thank god Anne, didn't find this. Her head would have exploded." Or, in the case of Frazer, I sometimes say "You know, he may grow up and marry Kitty." Kids! Anyway, I am glad for all your contributions on our board. You are one of the interesting spices in our jambalaya pot. I hope you keep posting forever. Vlad
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Post by Karen on Oct 24, 2008 13:03:06 GMT -5
Hi Vlad! How goes?
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Post by Karen on Oct 24, 2008 13:05:35 GMT -5
Nothing like getting a text message from your son that reads, "Our school is on fire." Unless it's followed up with: "We don't need no water/let the motherf*cker burn" and then you know he's just playing. Hope everything's OK! Hee! My eldest son's band got from the city's battle of the bands festival by playing that song.
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Oct 24, 2008 13:14:59 GMT -5
Nothing like getting a text message from your son that reads, "Our school is on fire." Unless it's followed up with: "We don't need no water/let the motherf*cker burn" and then you know he's just playing. Hope everything's OK!
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