Sadly, I took 4th. Out of 3. Can you feel my shame?
And admit it: the only thing worse would have been one of us winning. I mean, can you even imagine?
Oh, and yes, G got her certificate, too.
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So, Cy is off teaching other students tonight. G, being her usual responsible self, starts her homework at 6:30 sharp. It gets difficult, there are tears, but we work through it with silliness and laughter. OK, I had to sing and do a booty dance, but whatever it takes.
After the homework is learned and done, we play monopoly. She bought Cy the “Family Guy” version for his birthday with her own money. Cy was gone, but we still played. (Don’t tell her it sharpens her math skills — especially subtraction!)
As we’re playing, she casually states: “So, you and Cy are married.”
I replied “Not legally.”
G: But you’ve been together 28 years?
Me: Yes.
G: And you have a daughter?
Me, laughing: Yes! One we love very much!
G: Oh, you’re married.
That’s when I realized: I don’t care about a Supreme Court Opinion, all that matters is the opinion of the one person who is the focus of my life.
And she knows the commitment we have to her, and to each other. This is immutable to her, as it should be.
Any other vote: whether by 9 justices, or by 25 million Texans, cannot change the love and stability she knows. She doesn’t know nuances of tax law, nor should she care. All she knows is that we are there for her, and there for each other, above all else. This, she accepts without question nor hesitation.
There is only thing I love more than teaching my daughter; learning from my daughter.
And tonight, I have had an epiphany.
Here are things I bookmarked in the past month. I particularly like the “teach your child to argue” one…
Hardly anyone will be interested in any of this, I suspect, but these posts allow me to sync fewer bookmarks.
Continue reading “Let’s see how long this lasts: monthy catchup blogging…”
Does anyone else find a disturbing similarity between the problems that led to the sanctions (in many ways, keeping their fingers in their ears and saying “This didn’t happen!”) and the NCAA saying “Those 14 years of wins didn’t happen.”?
That being said, I am torn between the NCAA sanctions punishing folks who are not guilty, and feeling that they do nothing to punish anyone except the “institution” less than it deserves.
And here I go, with my first post about sports that doesn’t involve golf clubs.
So, for the first time in MONTHS, I log in, because of a walkthrough showing how to take care of the latest facebook privacy settings.
It’s truly shocking how many things I had to change since a year ago (fine, 9 months for you pedanticists), when I last set everything to “as private as it can be” and logged out. Facebook is apparently run by a bunch of sociopathic spamming markettroids who will take full advantage of any human trait as an exploitable weakness for them to profit from. This makes them both “something to invest in” AND “something to protect yourself from.”
I saw that there were a slew of messages — please, please PLEASE use my email instead. I read all of your facebook updates and links in google reader, using the RSS feeds that facebook provides, but it does not alert me to private messages, and I don’t want to log into facebook long enough to deal with those… no matter how much I might love you individually (hint, hint, Aunt Georgi!), I am determined to keep all my updates on my blog which feeds into both facebook and twitter, and where I own the original. Plus, the “like” button tracking me across websites gives me the heebie-jeebies (and it should do the same to you), so I refuse to even log in to facebook using my primary browser.
Now, I let my android phone sync my facebook contacts to my phone (but who knows how much longer that will last?), but rarely do more than click on a widget update that grabs my interest.
Long story short: do not message me on facebook, send me an email instead!
Thanks, folks.
These are all things that are either too specific or too small to deserve a post of their own.
It’s the first of the month; time to clear out that folder (though I’m now using the “unsorted bookmarks” folder in foxmarks…
Also, the job has been keeping me rather busy, so expect a shorter list:
This month, there are even several decent things overheard:
And now, the rest of the bookmarks are unsorted:
Again, in no particular order:
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