I always thought it was a maybe, but somehow, it changed into a definite:

D1 and the SO are coming home ( Read more... )

Gawd, I just fucking love digital cameras: here's what happens when you press the shutter, wait, and then when you think you got the all-important shot of one's offspring hitting the stage for the once-only never-to-be-replicated moment of her high school graduation where she Gets The Diploma, you lower the camera and then the goddamn flash goes ( Read more... )

Yes, D2 has officially graduated ( Read more... )

First day of vacation ( Read more... )

I've been busy with D2's car overheating, her graduation this weekend, and D1 returning from Nebraska for a visit (and I'm really far behind on reading what everyone's been up to, sorry). But today, from the first compactor replacement to D1's airline horror stories (and you thought those reports on TV were just exaggerations, oh no--they're on ( Read more... )

D1 calls me from work, in Lincoln, NE ( Read more... )

D2: "Dad, I just wanted to tell you that I have totally given up on guys and you don't have to worry about weddings or grandchildren because I am so not going to go near that ever again. Can we do some retail therapy? I really need it ( Read more... )

Well, lessee ( Read more... )

Here's something that worked out rather well. This isn't really cooking, it's more like opening up a lot of cans and throwing it all in a crock pot for 8 hours. But hell, it's edible. So for those who want something so easy to do that requires no skill at all, and actually tastes decent, here's ( Read more... )

D2's next planned purchase for school: a taser.

(Yes, she's focused. Why do you ask?)