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Our Oldest Son Is Away At College

June 27, 2011 By Jeff 99 Comments

Our oldest son went off to college yesterday.  For a week, anyway.  He’s at a swim camp at Penn State, until Friday.  It’s a week of astronaut-training intensity, with the college swim coaches, and will undoubtedly be a memorable experience for him.  And hopefully valuable, as well.

There are 120 kids at this camp, from around the state.  They live in the dorms for a week, eat in the school cafeterias, etc.  It’s a little taste of college — with a shitload of swimming packed into each day.

Five or six kids from his high school swim team are participating, and we took part in a convoy of sorts with the other parents yesterday morning, all the way to State College.

I don’t really like the convoy, if you wanna know the truth.  The lead car is always going a little too slow for my tastes.  Or, if I’m the lead car, I have to worry about all the people behind me.  It’s too much responsibility.  Am I going too fast?  Have I lost anyone??  Not a fan of the convoy…

But we made it without losing anyone, and stopped at Perkins for lunch.  A whole bunch of us took over one entire room of that place.  And I had to sit at a table with people on both sides of me.  I hate that.  It’s like the clump of three seats on an airplane, and you’re assigned the middle one.  Know what I mean?

We almost never go to Perkins, because our local one smells like a wet dog, but I remembered they have a really good mega-salad there, with pieces of fried chicken on top.  I located it on the menu, and it was exactly what I was craving.

However…. I was one of the last adults to order, and everybody else opted for sandwiches.  So, I felt social pressure to also order a sandwich.  I had visions of the waitress bringing out cheeseburgers and whatnot — until they got to me.  Then she would have to use both hands to deliver a plate the size of an on-deck circle.  At that point everybody would have to make a comment about it — this lunchtime curiosity — and I’d feel kinda douchey.

Plus, salads are a little poofter, right?  I think that’s unfair, but I don’t make the rules.  So, I just went with a club sandwich, which turned out to be really good.  Mmmm… smoky turkey.

After lunch, we continued on to the check-in place — a few blocks away.  “Just the kids and one adult!” some unknown authority figure shouted at us.  So, the moms went into the building, and we dads hung around outside, chitchatting and checking our phones.

The boys’ dorm was just a few yards from where we were standing, and we carried all our son’s crap up to his room.  His roommate would be one of the other kids from his team, which was a relief.  Some were paired-up with complete strangers.  Needless to say, I wouldn’t care for such a scenario.

And holy crap, those rooms are tiny.  I’ve been in plenty of dorm rooms in my time, and this one was by far the smallest.  It was like a jail cell.  Two single beds took up 75% of the space, and behind each was a radically abbreviated desk and closet.  It felt like you could stand in the middle, extend your arms, and touch two walls in any direction.  That’s probably not an accurate memory, but it’s way it seems to me now.

Across the hall was an ancient 1950s-era bathroom, and the whole time we were there toilets were flushing non-stop.

When we got home Toney checked the prices of dorm rooms in that particular residence hall.  They’re called “small doubles,” and cost $1800 per semester for in-state students.  They’re literally a sleep chamber.  No way you could study in there, or do any real work.  Submarines probably have more elbow-room.

The other kid’s parents were there, as well.  And we were all peppering them with advice, etc.  Clearly, they couldn’t wait for us to get the hell out of there.  Both boys seemed to be in a state of high distress, because we wouldn’t leave them alone.  I finally told Toney we should leave, and all four adults said their goodbyes.

I hope he’ll be OK, I thought, as we descended inside the wonky elevator.  The campus was crawling with high school kids.  There are all sorts of “camps” going on this week — not just swimming — and the dorms were rockin’.

It felt weird leaving him there.  I’m very good at imagining the many “complications” he could encounter in such a setting.  But, of course, he’ll have a blast.  He’s infinitely more mature and responsible than I was at his age.  Heck, he might be more mature than me now…

When we got outside, someone suggested we walk over to the swimming facilities, to take a look at the pools and everything.  It was pretty impressive — especially the outdoor pool.  And as we were walking back toward our cars, we saw the boys walking across the common area, with girls from their swim team.

Man, they couldn’t WAIT for us to get out of there!

Another set of parents from our convoy was in the parking lot, and they said they were going for some ice cream at The Creamery, before they returned home.  We decided to tag along, and the place was pandemonium.  But we finally received our cones.

They were perfectly fine, but not as great as I’d anticipated.  Everybody in this area talks about The Creamery, and acts like it’s the greatest ice cream ever produced on the planet Earth.  It was good, there was certainly nothing wrong with it, but I think I was over-expecting.  Or maybe I have a chip on my shoulder?  I’m unclear.

While we were driving home, Toney and I were talking about Nancy and how she always puts people in categories.  People aren’t just people to her, they’re always “my Cuban friend,” or “my African-American colleague,” or “our Muslim neighbors.”

I told her our day probably wouldn’t impress Nancy much:  “We had a nice lunch with four white couples this afternoon, and met another white couple for ice cream.”  Heh.

Last night, around 10:00, I texted our son and he was the king of one-word answers:

Everything OK?
Yeah.
How was the workout tonight?
Good.
How was dinner?
It was good.
Where are you now?
The room.
Are you in for the night?
Yeah.
OK, good night.
Good night.

Oh, it was an exhausting conversation, filled with much detail and nuance.  For some reason I don’t think homesickness is something we need to worry about…  <sigh>

And I don’t really have a Question for you guys today, so I’ll just go with the old standby:  What did you do this weekend?

Of course, if you have anything to say about our Penn State adventure, feel free.  Do you have any similar stories, about your kids or yourself?  Please use the comments link below.

And I’ll be back tomorrow.

Have a great day!

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  1. WB in OH says

    June 27, 2011 at 11:51 am

    uno?

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  2. Vicki says

    June 27, 2011 at 11:57 am

    The one word answers only get better as they age. My favorite is always the response to “Where are you?” Of course, it’s OUT. Smartass kids.

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  3. WB in OH says

    June 27, 2011 at 12:06 pm

    That may have been your last tima in a Perkins, they’ve recently filed Chapter 11.

    The weekend was uneventful, which is fine by me.

    Ain’t got nuttin’ on sport camps or summer camp for that matter.

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  4. Good2go says

    June 27, 2011 at 12:08 pm

    I thought I was going to spend $25 to get a motor vehicle inspection. It ended up costing $371. But I’m not bitter about it or anything.

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  5. JCIII says

    June 27, 2011 at 12:10 pm

    Good Afternoon Surf Reporters…..

    The old standby “the weekend”: Saturday, worked until 3. Went to the bar, had a few cold refreshing tasty adult beverages.

    Then the wife, her girlfriend and I had a threesome. On the golf course. Played 9 then went to dinner.

    Sunday was a recoup, rest and relaxation kind of day. Although I was motivated enough to cut the grass and continuing my beer consumption.

    All in all, pretty typical.

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  6. Big Bear in OH says

    June 27, 2011 at 12:14 pm

    Spent most of the weekend in bed, sick with what seems to be an upper respiratory deal–None too happy about it. What little time I did spend out of bed Friday before it hit was utilized pulling my buddy’s Chevy pickup out of a mud hole about three feet deep that he swore “Only looked like a little puddle” when he got there.

    As for sports camps at college, I went to a camp when I was 17 for future athletic trainers (which I didn’t turn out to be) and it was the best, most insane week of my life until I went to actual college. Not to scare you, Jeff, but there was a lot of drinking, chasing women, shenanigans and ridiculousness. Also, learned a couple things about what athletic trainers do, and how to tie someone up using only athletic tape so that they’ll never be able to get out of it unless somebody cuts them out. Good memories.

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    • icecycle66 says

      June 27, 2011 at 12:43 pm

      I bet they’re all smoking cigarettes and looking for places to jerk-off this very instant.

      With all that teenage camel toe and moose knuckle being slung around someone’s either gonna get knocked up or have very starchy socks.

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      • T. Farty McAppleass says

        June 27, 2011 at 1:30 pm

        People are rough on gym teachers, but let’s not forget all the years they spend in college, learning how to yell a last name in a scary way.

        And smoking a cigarette and looking for a place to jerk-off happens to be just what I’m doing right now!

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  7. Swami Bologna says

    June 27, 2011 at 12:18 pm

    Summer of 1978, age 17, went to lacrosse camp at the University of Maryland. First task on the agenda was rounding up a few like-minded teens to go find beer. Walked off campus to a commercial strip and found a beer store. They had no problem selling us under-agers a couple of cases (though back then the drinking age was probably 18, so not too unusual to sell beer, no-questions-asked, to 17-year-olds). That night drank too many beers, and had a wicked hangover during the next morning’s lacrosse practice.

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  8. icecycle66 says

    June 27, 2011 at 12:36 pm

    I hate going to places with multiple plates. Why does a fajita plate have to be served on a Lazy Susan. Do they do the math at places that serve multiple dish meals. How the hell am I supposed to fit a meal consisting of 11 square feet of porcelain trays on a table no larger than a the tip of a thumb-tack? I always have to gauge how much space the other peoples meals are going to take up on the table, account for the salt, pepper, bucket of sugar, and the stupid drink menus that stay on the table to decide if I want the Lumber Jack Platter, or if I should just get a bowl of instant grits. It’s not fair. Just put it all on one plate, If I want a multitude of dishes each separating the food groups from each other, I’ll go to the Happy Hog Buffet and do it myself.

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  9. Lee Harvey Ramone says

    June 27, 2011 at 12:46 pm

    Over the weekend I:
    – hiked up to Grandeur Peak (legs still feel tired)
    – got the swamp cooler up and running for the summer
    – saw the new Woody Allen film (wedding anniversary date)
    – grilled a tasty dinner
    – saw the Del McCourey band perform

    ’cause we got a great big convoy
    Rockin’ through the night
    Yeah we got a great big convoy
    Ain’t she a beautiful sight

    Convoy…..

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    • sunshine_in_va says

      June 27, 2011 at 1:00 pm

      Thanks for putting that f**king song in my head!

      Reply
      • uncle_wedgie says

        June 27, 2011 at 1:34 pm

        That Woody Allen movie Sucked Balls. That is my girl friend’s opinion. Mine is worse.

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        • Lee Harvey Ramone says

          June 27, 2011 at 3:04 pm

          Yeah, not enough car chase scenes

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          • Phantom Railfan says

            June 27, 2011 at 6:02 pm

            Del McCoury Band is awesome. Did they play “Vincent Black Lightning?”

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            • Lee Harvey Ramone says

              June 27, 2011 at 6:37 pm

              Yup, they did

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  10. sunshine_in_va says

    June 27, 2011 at 12:53 pm

    Shoveled rocks – I kid you not. And raked tree branches. And ripped one dead tree (1 foot diameter) out of the ground and dragged it 100 feet back in to the woods behind the house. I’m so fucking sore today!

    Also saw a ballgame Saturday night: Frederick Keys (Baltimore Orioles farm team). Finished 3 books: one about Audie Murphy, one that was sick and twisted (“Crash” by J.G. Ballard) and one about Wall Street (“Liar’s Poker” by Michael Lewis). Mind you I didn’t start all 3 books this weekend, just finished ’em.

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  11. Root 66 says

    June 27, 2011 at 12:56 pm

    Any sightings of Joe Pa? I hear he wanders the campus.

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  12. bikerchick says

    June 27, 2011 at 12:58 pm

    We went to Cooper’s Lake Biker Rally at Cooper’s camp ground in Slippery Rock, PA, Thursday – Sunday. About 18 of us. It was fun but you know can pick out the friends you’d rather not spend 3 full nights with let alone camp with. There were a few of the girls I was ready to drown in the lake. Particularly the one who had to spend 45 min a day in my camper blowdrying her hair and applying 14 layers eyeliner. Then wanted to borrow the bandana I was WEARING for her “outfit”. Ha. Wish in one hand; shit in the other…see which one gets filled first, sister.

    It rained most of the time. So much so we only put 3 miles on the bike. But, all in all, it was a good time. Lotsa laughs, that’s for sure.

    I remember camp. UGH. The laundrymat always made me homesick. Otherwise, it was fun…I guess. It was moons ago.

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  13. Zach says

    June 27, 2011 at 1:14 pm

    I got run over by a truck. My weekend sucked.

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    • Alice in WV says

      June 27, 2011 at 3:41 pm

      whaaa?

      Reply
    • Chuck in Belpre says

      June 27, 2011 at 4:12 pm

      You know…you can’t just make a statement like that and walk away. This is the internets, dammit, and information is key.

      Reply
      • madz1962 says

        June 27, 2011 at 4:48 pm

        Details, please!

        Reply
        • Alex says

          June 27, 2011 at 5:18 pm

          Was it preceded by a “hey, watch this!”? People always seem to be slim on details if they had a hand in their own injuries. =-)

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          • chill says

            June 27, 2011 at 9:45 pm

            Sometimes, such incidents are preceded by “Here, hold my beer…”
            .

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    • Zach says

      June 27, 2011 at 7:55 pm

      You guys are funny…..

      Friday morning I was out running – I was on the sidewalk and listening to Adam Carolla on my iPhone. I truck came up behind me and jumped the curb, slamming into me. I don’t remember any of it, or anything prior to it either. I spend the day in the hospital but survived….

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      • m says

        June 27, 2011 at 8:32 pm

        Holy crap. Glad you are okay.

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        • bikerchick says

          June 28, 2011 at 8:48 am

          Shit!!! WTF was that driver doing to jump the curb?? That was always one of my biggest fears when I use to run with my Walkman…I know…hahaha…it was a long time a go…but couldn’t hear shit because I had the music so loud. Jammin’ while runnin’

          Glad you’re OK!!

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      • AngryWhiteGuy says

        June 28, 2011 at 9:03 am

        It’s deja vu all over again. I wroye here once about the same thing. When I was 19, a truck jumped a curb and hit me, but also hit a fence that was rolled onto posts along the same highway. The force of the truck hitting the fence caused it to come off the posts and roll back up in the same way it was rolled out when it was installed on said posts. But here’s the best part..

        The fence whipped around me and continued to spin me around until its own weight caused it to fall over into the middle of the highway, with cars screeching to avoid it at 50 mph. I had to crawl out of the center of the fence, into the road and dive back to the curb. Meanwhile, guy just drove off.

        After asking around, a couple of people knew the guy and he paid my hospital bill and gave me hush money not to press charges. Being 19 at the time, hush money suited me fine.

        Glad you’re OK though, Zach.

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      • Chuck in Belpre says

        June 28, 2011 at 10:21 am

        See? That’s what you get for running. Much safer on the couch with a sweet roll and coffee. Who do you think you are? Bruce Jenner? 😉

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    • Gretchen says

      June 28, 2011 at 11:17 am

      Daaaaamn. Glad you’re okay, Zach.

      Reply
  14. Jason says

    June 27, 2011 at 1:15 pm

    I took the family to the Aquarium in Chattanooga, TN. We saw all the fishes and whatnot, then ate at a TGI Friday. Everyone ordered light, except for me. What I ordered came in 4 courses. But I didn’t feel bad. What am I Karen Carpenter or something? Fuck it.

    Then we walked across the river and had ice cream at a place I’ve never been to before. You get a little cup and shoot soft serve into it. They had lots of flavors (I got some root beer float and it was fantastic) then you put whatever weird toppings you might want on it. Then they WEIGH it and charge you accordingly. It was $27 for four ice creams. Absurd. I was tempted to go back and buy a cup full of whipped cream, because I’m sure that would weigh almost nothing – but I didn’t.

    All in all it was a good time. I didn’t even get drunk on Saturday, so that was weird.

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    • m says

      June 27, 2011 at 2:04 pm

      We were at the Aquarium last month. Loved it! My toddler was, of course, obsessed with seeing Nemo, Dory, Bruce, and every other character from Finding Nemo. I loved the butterflies and the otters. It’s a pretty good set up. I did get caught in a cloud o’ funk in one crowded spot. Some woman in that area desperately needed a dose or two of Flagyl. Oh, the woes of being an obstetrical nurse, one whiff can diagnose an STD at ten paces.

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      • D. says

        June 27, 2011 at 3:16 pm

        That’s a great diagnostic nose you’ve got. Which STD do you reckon she had & what did it smell like? Plus, you were at the aquarium. Weren’t you afraid that the surroundings might’ve given you a false positive? 😉

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        • m says

          June 27, 2011 at 3:21 pm

          Trich, and it smells like tuna left on a counter for several days, and this was the freshwater portion of the aquarium. The only area of the whole complex that smelled like fish.

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          • madz1962 says

            June 27, 2011 at 4:28 pm

            my nostrils just flared reading this.

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            • uncle_wedgie says

              June 27, 2011 at 5:09 pm

              I must have been a vagina full of bad decisions

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              • hardoxdan says

                June 27, 2011 at 9:40 pm

                Yea, you must have been. Great typo.

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                • bikerchick says

                  June 28, 2011 at 8:53 am

                  m, D, madz, Unc, hardoxdan: Thanks for the morning laugh! TOOO FUNNY!!

  15. wvgasman says

    June 27, 2011 at 1:32 pm

    I spent a good portion of 4 years in those tiny dorms at Penn State. State College is a great town and the school was pretty kick-ass, too. Downtown bar (Rathskellar?) sold Rolling Rock pony bottles by the case. They’d rent you an opener for 50 cents. Everyone used the openers to carve their initials into the wooden seats and tables. Good times.

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  16. Sluggy says

    June 27, 2011 at 1:35 pm

    My weekend was kid-free….oldest 2 working at summer camp on Lake Erie, youngest attending said camp.

    Your boy will be fine at his sports camp. I say that as a veteran of sending 3 kids to camp for the last 10 years. The less you know the better. lol

    Daughter who just graduated high school got into Penn State, tho she opted to go elsewhere.
    You’d better start putting $ aside for your kids college. Penn State(main) runs $21+K a year THIS year if you live on campus and goes up approx. 8.5% a year. Very rarely do they give incoming freshman scholarships(merit or sports outside of football).

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    • Bill in WV says

      June 27, 2011 at 1:55 pm

      They have to up the tuition each year because Joe Pa is shitting and pissing his pants so much, they are having to buy warehouses full of Depends and new beige slacks.

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      • Root 66 says

        June 27, 2011 at 2:09 pm

        I’d rather change Joe Pa’s diaper than go through all the crap we have here at Ohio State University Tattoos!

        Anybody need a slightly used sweater vest?

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        • JeffInDenver (InCleveland) says

          June 28, 2011 at 11:58 am

          Chad?

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  17. uncle_wedgie says

    June 27, 2011 at 1:39 pm

    This weekend consisted of tennis and a birthday party on Saturday for a friend that turned 55. We took him to Denny’s for the senior discount meal. Sunday was Golf and working on a gift for Jeff.

    Isn’t Penn State the top party school in the country? If it were me going at that age there would be large gaps of time that the parents would not be hearing about.

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    • Jerry in WV says

      June 27, 2011 at 1:49 pm

      My weekend consisted of tennis on Saturday as well, but instead of a party afterward, it was mowing grass. That was loads of fun.

      Reply
  18. Al says

    June 27, 2011 at 2:03 pm

    I used the 8 year old daughter as an excuse to go see “Cars 2” at the drive-in, in the convertible.

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  19. madz1962 says

    June 27, 2011 at 2:54 pm

    Good God, I need a life. I spent Sunday steam cleaning the kitchen tile floor and using a soapy bucket of Murphy’s Oil on the cabinets. I can hear the collective intake of breath from all you jealous Surf Reporters. Oh yeah, baby, Life in the fast lane. Next week (get ready!) is screen and window cleaning. To qoute a famous woman in literature “Somebody please take my blood pressure!”

    Saturday I went to Trader Joe’s and loaded up on fruit. I may need rehab for this rockin’ lifestyle.

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    • Chuck in Belpre says

      June 27, 2011 at 4:09 pm

      Wow! Your life is more exciting than mine. That should tell you something. Getting older sucks. There was a time when a weekend would involve a SWAT team, CPR and female midget wrestlers. What a life.

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      • madz1962 says

        June 27, 2011 at 4:24 pm

        (and for us lasses) 72 changes of clothing and enough lip gloss to grease a fleet of hearses.

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        • bikerchick says

          June 28, 2011 at 8:56 am

          madz: Sounds like my camping trip this weekend with Miss “What Not To Wear”..

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  20. Gonad the Bavarian says

    June 27, 2011 at 3:12 pm

    I went to a surprise birthday party on Saturday. I have never been to one and expected it to be a lot like you would see in a movie or on TV. It was for a mother and daughter. The mother was turning 70 and the daughter 50. The 50 year old showed up first. She just laughed and called us assholes! Sort of anticlimactic. The mother showed up about 20 minutes later and just stood there with a blank look for over a minute. It was pretty funny but started to get me a little nervous. I wondered if she’d had a stroke. In the end a good time was had by all.

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  21. m says

    June 27, 2011 at 3:23 pm

    I cleaned my bathroom and reorganized all of my vanity drawers. I also shelled a large amount of peas and put them in the freezer. Very exciting times.

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    • madz1962 says

      June 27, 2011 at 5:07 pm

      m, we should write a book about our escapades! Your weekend was more fabulous than mine! I would have added a new element – getting my stomach pumped from ingesting about 18 gallons of peas!

      Reply
      • m says

        June 27, 2011 at 5:42 pm

        We have eaten a ton of peas. No one in our family has had a garden in a while, and you can’t find purple hull peas in the grocery store, so we have been eating them every night. Even the two year old likes them. He had a plate of peas, tomatoes, and okra last night, and was screaming “MORE OKRA!” most of the meal. And cornbread, I can’t forget the cornbread.

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        • Chuck in Belpre says

          June 27, 2011 at 6:27 pm

          Okra? Should be outlawed as a vegetable. Bleh!

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          • m says

            June 27, 2011 at 8:33 pm

            OMG, fried okra is heavenly. I wouldn’t eat it boiled or steamed, but I love, love, love it fried, and it’s pretty good in vegetable soup.

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        • Uncle_Wedgie says

          June 28, 2011 at 12:59 am

          Okree is the bomb!

          Reply
  22. Henderson says

    June 27, 2011 at 3:51 pm

    Wife took off for the weekend to one of those mostly-square, mostly Mormon states to stand outside a temple and not see her cousin get married.

    I baby sat. Alcohol was involved.

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    • Chuck in Belpre says

      June 27, 2011 at 4:03 pm

      Why was she outside? Readers want to know (well…me anyway)?

      Reply
      • Gretchen says

        June 27, 2011 at 4:31 pm

        Non-mormons are not allowed inside mormon temples.

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        • Chuck in Belpre says

          June 27, 2011 at 4:51 pm

          So then…how do you become a Mormon if you can’t go in unless you are a Mormon? Seems like a Catch-22.

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          • Gretchen says

            June 27, 2011 at 5:15 pm

            There are mormon churches and there are mormon temples. The churches are open to everyone, the temples not so much.

            http://mormon.org/faq/church-and-temple/

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            • Chuck in Belpre says

              June 27, 2011 at 6:26 pm

              Shows what I know, huh?

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    • Lee Harvey Ramone says

      June 27, 2011 at 4:12 pm

      Lemme guess……Connecticut?

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      • Henderson says

        June 27, 2011 at 6:06 pm

        Connecticut? That’s funny.

        You have to be a mormon in good standing with a temple recommend. Sort of like having an AMEX Centurion card. Just a gold card won’t do. Yeah, they really do check your card at the door.

        Temples are only used for certain secret… uhhh.. sacred rituals, like weddings. The chapels are used for the everyday stuff.

        Think of it like chapels are like christian churches, the temples are like Studio 54 [back in the day, ya know]

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        • Henderson says

          June 27, 2011 at 6:08 pm

          So no one blinks an eye at babysitting and alcohol…….

          I love it here!

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          • Bill in WV says

            June 28, 2011 at 9:48 am

            Shit dude, that’s the only way I could get through babysitting. Drink up Johnny !!

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  23. Alice in WV says

    June 27, 2011 at 3:56 pm

    my outpatient surgery turned into an overnight stay. still recovering but doing pretty good. My husband was a nervous wreck but I was oddly without any butterflies at all.
    The last time I was in recovery, my dreams were like a Peter Max animation. This time, nothing. wotta rippoff.

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    • madz1962 says

      June 27, 2011 at 4:26 pm

      Oh get better soon, Alice! Wishing you a speedy recovery. My knee is still messed up and that surgery was in March.

      Reply
    • Gretchen says

      June 27, 2011 at 4:33 pm

      Peter Max kinda freaks me out. Glad you came through with flying colors….well, figuratively if not literally. 🙂

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      • bikerchick says

        June 28, 2011 at 9:04 am

        Happy Recovery, Alice!

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  24. icecycle66 says

    June 27, 2011 at 4:41 pm

    I’m about to pee on myself.

    I have to defend my thesis in 20 minutes. CRIPES!

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    • Gretchen says

      June 27, 2011 at 4:44 pm

      Shit! Good luck!!

      Reply
      • madz1962 says

        June 27, 2011 at 4:49 pm

        You’ll ace it!

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    • icecycle66 says

      June 27, 2011 at 6:16 pm

      I passed.

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      • icecycle66 says

        June 27, 2011 at 6:17 pm

        The academic world now thinks I am a master at something…HA…tricked ‘em good.

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        • Gretchen says

          June 27, 2011 at 6:24 pm

          Congratulations!

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        • Chuck in Belpre says

          June 28, 2011 at 10:17 am

          Sweet!!! Have to start calling you Doctor. 🙂

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    • Henderson says

      June 27, 2011 at 6:24 pm

      Just tell them “Fuck Y’all! I’m from Texas”…. altho I think you’re in AZ

      Reply
  25. Son of Sam says

    June 27, 2011 at 5:05 pm

    I went to the drag races at Norwalk Ohio for the weekend. I loves me some nitro.Came home and met up with the woman I’ve been secretly in love with for 8 years. Went well I think (fingers crossed)

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    • Lee Harvey Ramone says

      June 27, 2011 at 6:41 pm

      I love drag racing! Isn’t that when men dress as women and try to out-sprint each other?

      Reply
      • bikerchick says

        June 28, 2011 at 9:06 am

        8 years?? Wow. That’s a long time to hold a candle! I hope true luv finds you, Sam!!

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        • Son of Sam says

          June 28, 2011 at 5:22 pm

          thanks chick. looking good so far (fingers still crossed)

          Reply
  26. m says

    June 27, 2011 at 5:44 pm

    Jeff, I’m about to implode with impatience. We were promised an Eninen update via email, and it has not been forthcoming! I realize you have a wife, kids, job, blah blah, but come on, dude!

    Reply
  27. chill says

    June 27, 2011 at 9:53 pm

    This weekend I went on a Costco run, fixed the kitchen radio and mowed the lawn. Giant fun.

    Like Jeff, I did *NOT* write anything about Eninen; see m’s remark above.
    .

    Reply
  28. WB in OH says

    June 27, 2011 at 10:43 pm

    It’s an N&N update, not a history paper that’s due on Monday and you put it off till Sunday night. It’ll be ready when it’s ready. And it’ll be funny. Carry on…suck up out.

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  29. dto says

    June 27, 2011 at 11:16 pm

    Major road trip. My last stop to sleep a bit before the up coming day that I knew was going to be hot and there’d be no afternoon nap to rest my eyes (whew…) was the Flying J truck stop in Okie Homa City on I-40. I was getting my truck arranged for my night nap and a very attractive girl came by and said “Hi!”. I said, “Hi…how are you?”.
    She smiled and said, “It’ll cosy you twenty five buck to find out.”
    I said…” Make it forty and I’ll give you a second opinion.”

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    • dto says

      June 27, 2011 at 11:22 pm

      Crap..”cost you twenty five bucks…….”

      Reply
    • chill says

      June 27, 2011 at 11:32 pm

      Wow, the legendary “lot lizard”. So the legends were true – madre de Dios!
      .

      Reply
      • bikerchick says

        June 28, 2011 at 9:12 am

        dto: did you get a wif of tuna left out on the counter?

        Reply
        • madz1962 says

          June 28, 2011 at 9:21 am

          or 2 week old shrimp? (which helps if the gal in question is under 5 feet).

          Reply
        • Bill in WV says

          June 28, 2011 at 9:53 am

          Imagine the odor of the inside of a fisherman’s boot.

          Reply
  30. Knucklehead says

    June 28, 2011 at 1:35 am

    Drove 4 hours (with my dog) to see a friend from SF who had driven 4 hours from Austria (we met in the middle). Had lunch, then drove 4 hours back. My dog was NOT happy with me.

    Happy Tuesday, Surfers!

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  31. AngryWhiteGuy says

    June 28, 2011 at 7:53 am

    Took a three day weekend. Commuted to Tampa or St. Pete all three days.

    Saturday- Had not been to Busch Gardens in a while. They now have a new coaster, Kangaroos and Cheetahs. Also have an all you can eat pizza and pasta restaurant. Tore that shit up. Lost all the weight I gained in the tropical heat.

    Sunday, drove AwesomeWhiteSon to airport in Tampa and saw him off on a month long trip to Indiana.

    Monday, watched the Reds hand the Rays their asses for the seventh straight time in thier existence (the Rays, that is).

    All in all, three days without working = great weekend.

    Reply
    • madz1962 says

      June 28, 2011 at 9:23 am

      Come to think of it, I took Friday afternoon off with every intention of getting down to some much negelected paperwork. The weather was shitty, so I flipped through the TV, found a Golden Girls marathon and made myself a rum and coke. The paperwork never got done.

      Reply
  32. natefoo says

    June 28, 2011 at 1:01 pm

    FWIW, I’m a State College native, Penn State employee and part time student. For Penn Staters it’s some kind of religious thing that you have to consider The Creamery ice cream to be touched by the hand of god. Like you, I agree it’s good but not anything amazing.

    Reply
  33. t-storm says

    June 28, 2011 at 7:33 pm

    Friday, worked until 11 then had a few at the Fry.

    Saturday worked a few then drank myself sleepy and slept from 8 PM till 7 AM.

    Sunday hung around the house argued with the girl, had a couple at the Fry, went for mexican then watched adult swim until 230.

    Monday – Walked to where the car was (The Fry) hung out at the Fry and the Hi-Lo and then went home and got into an argument with the girl. She made noodles and veggies and I dared to add more soy sauce to mine. Apparentlly that is calling her a bad cook. Geez.

    Reply
  34. t-storm says

    June 28, 2011 at 7:35 pm

    Oh and yesterday, dealt with Verizon. Grrrrrr.

    Reply

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