She was obviously channeling Henry Ford. We could have any meal we liked, so long as it was a fried egg.
Daddy Cy had the SUV. I had the convertible. We both had a fried egg.
I think we’re both done with Ford for a long, long time.
(Ooooo, subtext!)
So, the key question is this:
Is “Dexter” being put out of my misery? Or am I being put out of “Dexter’s” misery?
There is a reason why for the past (n) weeks I’ve watched Dexter before “Breaking Bad”.
That reason? So that I would NOT waste energy screaming at the TV about how awful Dexter had become.
The ONLY saving grace in my life is eleven years old. Scott Buck, as a viewer of the show for 7 seasons, I deserve to watch some pain, some contrition. Instead, all I’ve seen has been safe, stable continuation of unbelievable premises. For shame!
At least Water White is going to stand up for what he is, and what he’s done. He’s a horrible human, but he is going to fight for his right to be human….
Not some lame caricature that resurrects himself with no connection to his past. Shame on you, Scott Buck. Had you cut that last lumberjack-off minute, you would have had a decent show. Shame on you.
And, yes. I expect the phrase “lumber-jackoff” to stick, and to apply to you for the rest of your career. You’re welcome.
Much, much too soon, yet right on time…
G’s first middle school dance, followed by a sleepover.
It’s just too soon!
A sports joke for my musical friends…
Major Applewhite? More like Diminished Applewhile…
Flattered twice in the past 24 hours…
G said two things:
- Everyone in the house, including the dog, loves my bread.
- I should stay home all day to bake bread. Apparently that’s worth more to her than my day job…
My fear is that when she learns that I don’t bake during the heat of summer, she’ll try to get me to move further north. That’s NOT going to happen…
G wants me to caption this…
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble!
Obviously, she and Cy were inspired by my resurrection of bread-baking yesterday!
What’s the last book trailer you saw?
There was neither huffing nor puffing…
G napping with wolves
No better question:
Is that rain? Yes!
Three points I didn’t bother to make last night…
- Just because you’re in trouble doesn’t mean you’re at fault.
- Yelling louder doesn’t make you right, it means you need to stop watching Fox News to learn how to interact with people.
- Facts are true, whether you believe them or not.
There are obvious corollaries to these three points, but I’m not going to continue whipping the greasy spot where the dead horse used to be.
It’s an axiomatic epiphany…
… But I know too many friends who are currently suffering. Sure, suffering is the human condition, but there should be reasonable limits, right?
Also, “Axiomatic Epiphany” would be a great name for a band.
What a day…How much can I learn from my daughter at a waterpark?
After an impromptu sleepover, we took G and a friend to Schlitterbahn. Between a lack of sleep, sheer distance, the energy of youth, thunderstorms, exuberantly potent displays of reliability, wrecks on the other side of the highway, stoplights under repair, road construction, long family conversations, t-mobile incompetence, and toll-road cronyism, it has been a very long, long day.
Important things I have learned today:
- G understands that “No.” means “No.” Even with us. Last night we were looking at the web site, she saw one ride we had dome before, and she said, “I don’t want to do that one anymore.” (It does shove water up your nose!) Today, she said “yes” but then changed her mind. After I had already gone down it. With her glasses in one pocket, and our cash in another, so I had no hands free to protect myself from the onslaught. I waited for the folks after me to make a loop around the “lazy river”, then went looking for them. Found them just as they were reaching the bridge. I wasn’t even mad. I’m glad she stands up for herself, even with us. I want her to be a strong woman when she grows up, so I’m glad to reinforce that “no” means “no!”
- There is one very strong indicator that I am aging out of amusement/water parks. I have no tattoos, and plan on none until I can marry in the state I live in. We’ll do wedding ring tattoos, just to prove to you breeders that you all are, in fact, dilettantes compared to us. (But don’t get me wrong — I still support straight marriage!)
- No amount of consoling can relieve G from the sound of nearby thunder. Even when surrounded by incredibly tall, incredibly grounded metal poles.
- Without time for analysis, I cannot distinguish between “The Illusionist” and “The Prestige”. I know that one has Bowie as Tesla, and one has a Phillip Glass score, but which is which? Beats me, and I’m watching one of them now. I cannot name it.
- There is only one person on the planet worse than estimating time than Cy, and that person is me.
- My daughter is a rule-follower (I knew that before.) Even through teenage-like rebellion and seemingly-endless negotiation, she chooses what is proper. We try to reward this behavior. She knows how to exploit this rewarding. This is the essence of “standoff”, and leads to very tedious discussions in the end. Factual arguments can sway her well, and she knows this pleases me, and leads to greater rewards down the road.
- I’m in trouble, as a parent. G knows me too well.