Today is my Father in Law's birthday, he's 75. Still running marathons, still awesome. We're heading over to their house for dinner (please, oh, please no carrot dimes) after a nightmare of frustrating calls between my mother in law and everyone. She kept asking us what we wanted to do for his birthday, and we kept saying, "Well, what does Dad ( Read more... )

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1. I love my kids. That whole "they came from my loins" thing, and all. But I get that not everyone thinks my little angels are precious precious snowflakes who's very BREATH is a miracle to be lauded. I want my kids to be independent, to learn how to be on their own, but not at the expense of people around us. I am, of course, talking about ( Read more... )

We stopped off my my folks house and my dad gave me a CD of all of his guitar performances from when I was a child and he was a studio musician. It's all his original stuff, and I am sitting here, tears running down my face remembering how he used to play my sister and I to sleep with beautiful acoustic music. Small, braids, nightgowns that went ( Read more... )