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These are some great stories. I'd like to share mine, since I think that it's pretty interesting. I met my husband over the phone. I was working at a new job after being unemployed for 8 months. I worked in the order dept for a very respected publishing company, taking phone orders. Since I was so elated to be working again I tended to be extremely pleasant and helpful in those early days so when I received a call from StonyBrook University's bookstore inquiring about one of their orders instead of transferring the call to customer service ( as we were supposed to do) I checked the status of the order myself & told the guy on the other end of the phone that it had shipped out about a week ago. Since Stony Brook Univ is about an hour away from our distribution center I was a bit baffled as to why they hadn't received the books yet. He asked how the books had been shipped and I replied "by armadillo?". He howled with laughter. We spoke again a few more times in the course of the regular order pool, then he started asking for me exclusiveley and after hours of conversations at work (it's a wonder that my co-workers never ratted me out) we started calling each other at home. Now, these marathon phone calls took place over the course of a year. The subject of appearance never came up, nor did the fact that both of us were currently involved in long term relationships (I was dating the world's biggest loser- gorgeous as anything but the "honey can you bail me out of jail 'cause I've got two simultaneous warrants for my arrest in two different counties" kind of loser.) So after a year and countless hours on the phone I was going out to Stony Brook to visit a dear friend and my phone pal, Bill, suggested that we meet for a drink. I offered to stop by the bookstore to find him. I had a vision of being able to spot him immediately in spite of having no idea what he looked like. I was crazy about this guy already and was convinced that I would just "know. Well. For starters once I arrived on campus I couldn't find the bookstore. Nor could I find anyone that could tell me where the bookstore was. Panicked that the store would close before I could get there, I found a payphone & called. I told Bill where I was, he told me to sit tight & he'd come find me. You need to picture this. It was 1992. I'm sporting an impressive black mohawk, multiply piereced ears, skull buckle boots, head to toe black. In strolls the early 90's equivalent of James Hetfield from Metallica, complete with long hair & impressive fu manchu moustache. SO not my mental image of my phone pal and so, so not my "type". I was devastated. You have to understand that at the time I was very, very superficial & most likely would never even have spoken to my now husband, much less dated him. Still, the evening went well once I got past his looks (I was such an idiot) and I figured that I wouldn't hold that against him (a pompous idiot). We went onward to my friend's house...who had just taken a home pregnancy test & greeted us waving the urine dipped stick. It was positive & she was delighted. Bill never batted an eye at the antics of my delirious friend, just took it all in stride. So I called him about a week later at home. I figured that there was no reason he & I couldn't continue our friendship even though he wasn't my type. He was very odd on the phone, very distracted & almost disinterested and it ocurred to me...much to my horror...that maybe he had a problem with MY appearance! How dare he! I was livid. I found out later that he was so distant over the phone because his GF of a bout 2 years was there, wanting to know who he was talking to, who I was, etc. A couple of months later he calls me at work & we pick up as if we'd never stopped. The marathon phone calls resumed & when I'd go out to visit my now very pregnant friend, he'd stop by her place as well. Still friends, still chatting, nothing else. By this time we had both shed our respective (in)significant others, though. We had our first real "date" in July...a friend's wedding in Buffalo where Bill told me that he never wanted to get married & I said I had no intentions of doing so either... & he asked me to marry him on Christmas eve. We'll have been married 13 years this March and I thank God every day for how lucky I am. The funny thing is that I come from a very, very old country Italian family. My father died when I was very young but my mother is very traditional & old fashioned. She is anti long hair on men, anti tattoo and definitely anti motorcycle but thinks that the sun rises & sets on my husband. After years of her absolutely forbidding me to learn to ride a motorcycle she was delighted when I got my license after Bill & I got married & thinks that it's wonderful how the two of us share that. I'm convinced that after the parade of freaks I brought through her house she was so ecstatic to see me end up marrying someone that was intelligent and respectful she didn't care how long his hair was. But she adores him as he does her and I'm very fortunate for that as well :-). Nina

Susan: There is a lot of give and take with car pool, and I think it works best between good friends because it can be such a strain. It sounds like this car pool may not work out for you, in that case, don't take anything personally and just let it go. Car pools are wonderful and its fun to see your children interact with others (that can be enlightening, in fact). However, some down time alone in the car with your daughter could be a very good thing for your relationship with her. Another alternative is to ask your daughter if she has a close friend that she can car pool with, although it might be out of your way, it could work very well. Plus, it's a good idea to expand your group of friends who you can call upon to pick your daughter up in the event of an emergency or something else that prohibits you from getting her on any given afternoon. Maybe there is a third party you can include in your car pool? One successful car pool I know of requires (in a nice way) that the 5 moms get together once a month and discuss their daughters schedules together. If any girl needs to be to school early or stay late due to a test, they've agreed to send all of the girls early or keep them all late rather than disrupt the car pool. Our girls high school has laptops and wireless, so the girls are never at a loss for something to keep them busy. I also want to add that I am usually the one who is on the receiving end of car pools. I have a lot of children and am grateful that my friends don't count the driving they do for my children. I cannot possibly repay them by driving their children an equal amount. The key to car pool is recognizing that any party might need to change plans overnight and might not be able to notify you until it's time to leave the next morning. For example, in the case of the girl skipping her first class because it was a study hall, perhaps she was feeling sick, perhaps she needed to finish a project up in the morning, or maybe she just needed a good night sleep and her mom told her to sleep in. Not the most considerate way to tell you, but with teens you really need to go with the flow or you will go berserk. And I know that you know that, it just helps to remind myself of that fact. Driving these long distances to and from schools and other activities can make you crazy. Good luck, I hope the problem resolves itself quickly.

Lonepiper, this is the SS that didnt seem to want to do anything. And still doesnt. One of the reasons I find this forum so incredibly helpful is because I can "tell it like it is" in a way I could NEVER do with anyone else, even DH. I appreciate the candid feedback and really learn from it. Thank you. So, SS1 spent this past weekend with us. DH asked him what his overall GPA was, and SS1 responsed that its a 3.0. Then DH asked how that could be since he had far worse grades than that. He said "In High School, that's what they told me I had". Dh explained "you aren't in HS anymore. you are in college. Your HS GPA doesnt count anymore." SS1 looked surprised. DH explained to him that falling below a 2.0 results in academic probation at his college. It also jeopardizes his ability to take student loans, get into the Department he wants, be a "Resident Assistant" in the dorm (requires above 3.0) and basically most other things. The biggest thing is that it means he might not get housing second year. DH had a very serious talk with him about taking some ownership for his future. He just sits and listens and never responds. If you ask him, he says he understands, but other than that there is no indication he gets it. His colleagues at his summer job last year nicknamed him "serial killer" because after months, they couldn't figure him out. I almost died when he came home and told us that. He told us that very matter of factly. I asked him if he understood why, and he didn't. I explained it meant that they see you as someone that they cant figure out, so you could be anything, even a serial killer. I think that this nickname is a HUGE red flag. I tried to get DH to see it that way and he said I was overreacting. I asked him if he hangs out with anyone at college, and to tell me about them. He said he doesn't. He said he sleeps most of the time when he isnt studying or in class. He hasn't gone to a meal, a game, or anything with one other person, with the exception of his roomates who he apparently ate with once. I had a long talk with my mother about it yesterday and she has thought for a long time he might be clinically depressed. his HS teachers referred to him as "aloof". What I don't get is why he hasn't ever been evaluated or why any type of intervention hasn't taken place. Problem for him is: he is good looking and appears normal and kind. He smiles and makes eye contact. He has squeaked by with below average grades. He hasn't ever participated in one sport, club, or other extracurricular activity. He has literally flown under the radar in a way that basically got him unnoticed. My mother and I have speculated about everything from sexual abuse to aspergers syndrome. We know something is going on, just can't put our finger on it. BM and DH dont seem all that concerned....if it were up to me, he would have had a complete physical and psychological work up. As I'm not the parent, I really dont have a lot to say, especially because it has become a "sensitive subject" between myself and DH. He is coming to terms that things might not be as he thought. I feel bad for him, and am here to assist when he needs me.