Today marks nine years since my father succumbed to colon cancer. I wrote about it pretty extensively last year (read here and here), so I'm not going to dwell this year. It's on my mind, of course, but I don't feel the same deep sadness that I felt last year. This year, I'm honoring my dad by living life, not remembering death. I went for a long walk in the sunshine, stopping to smell (and photograph) the roses, smiling and enjoying life. This, more than anything, is what my father would want for me - to remember him fondly, without stopping my own life to do so.
Also? My dad would have loved Google-age.
"caught picking a wedgie" - You can pick your friends, and you can pick your wedgie, but you can't pick your friends' wedgies. Or something like that.
i enjoy humiliating myself - Do what you love, that's what I always say. Can you find a way to make money doing this? Jim Carrey seems to have done well for himself...
sue me i have no money - Wouldn't that make you sort of a bad person for me to sue?
trident gum turned my child into a monster - You sound unhappy with the change. Has it ever occurred to you that your child might be *better* as a monster?
pictures of me in my underwear - My dad would be so angry at me if he were alive to see these.
my educational priorities - 1. Learn. 2. Be cool while learning. 3. Get drunk while learning. 4. Get paid to keep learning. (While cool and drunk.)
why people with no education have life so harder - Because those of us who do have an education mock them for leaving words like "much" out of their Google searches?
Because I love you, parenting classes - Thanks! I love you too, so here are some "How not to be a dick to your friends" classes. Fuck you, friend.
life answer machine - "Hello, this is life. I'm out causing problems for you and all your friends, so please leave me a message. If this is a complaint about me and your relationship with me, please wait for a moment while I laugh at your pitiful self before calling you back and laughing some more. KThxBye!"
winnie the pooh fart - I've nothing to say about this really. My dad just thought farts were about the funniest thing on the planet. Immature? Perhaps, but I loved him just the same.
Happy Sunday, all. Go hug your loved ones.