A lot of parents complained, but I think they might be the parents who do the work for their kids.

I fight with a friend of mine all the time about this. He does his kids' homework. He believes that the teachers assign questions that are too hard for the kids to force kid-parent interaction.

My summer vacations as a kid consisted of swimming, or at least playing in the pool (diving for pennies, playing volleyball, splashing around on rafts) and getting tan. And parties. I realized the other day that it's possibly a little strange that I would organize and host backyard parties (for July 4th, or no reason at all) as a pre-teen and teen and invite all sorts of people including adults - and they would come!

The best thing about summer as a kid was how long the days lasted. I loved summer evenings and stayed outside as long as possible. Of course, since I didn't grow up with air conditioning, outside was nicer than inside.

I am a very bad dog parent.

Took the girl out last night, and we ran into one of my neighbors, so I was looking at him and not really looking at the dog and there was a bike chained up to a parking meter and the helmet was attached down near the pedals and by the time I noticed what was there I'm almost sure she peed on it.

Mind you, in this neighborhood, chances are she was far from the first, but yeouch. So, um, sorry guy. Really, really sorry.

Happy Anniversaries Fred & Hubs and amych & mr. amych!!!

I am glad I did not have my bike chained up in Brenda's neighborhood!

Happy Anniversaries amych and DH, and Fred and Hubs !

Bartleby peed on a neighbors boxwood that is 4 steps above the street. It was my fault. I stopped to pet the neighbor's rottie as they were coming out for their own walk. The fellow bellowed (former Marine general, no less) "I should pee in YOUR yard!" I allowed as how he should, he really should. He seemed mollified. I was mortified. It was 'fied.

So, um, sorry guy. Really, really sorry.

Dogs pee. Sometimes dogs pee on things. That's life.

Years ago I drove my parents' 10 year old Grand Marquis to San Francisco. I was staying at some friends' house in El Cerito. The next morning I noticed some fluid on the front tire. My first thought was that something was leaking, so (before I could realize that wasn't really possible for car fluids to leak on the outside sidewall of the tire) I put my finger on the fluid and smelled it to see what it was....

Sometimes, the amount of whines collected from all the very-little whines that are accumulated from all the everyday stuff that can whine a person - well, it just reaches critical mass, and is has to whine its way out. There's nothing specific that may cause it, because it's all a collection of tiny things, and yet, there you go. And then, you can't even have a specific out-loud whine to express, because it's nothing in particular, which makes everything even whiney-er, in a way.

Yes, this EXACTLY.

In happier news, researchers are working on a way to zap away migraines: [link]

Edit: I'd try to talk Deadwood with -t, but I gotta go to bed so I can get up at the crack of HOLY CRAP IT'S EARLY to catch my flight. See y'all on the other side!

Is that earlier or later than Stupid O'Clock in the morning?

Also, I've started watching DEADWOOD. I'd seen a few random episodes from the first and second seasons, and decided just to take the plunge and play catch up with 3 (and also have season 1 due to arrive any day). Somewhat confusing sorting out some of who's who, but I'm definitely enjoying it so far.

Happy anniversary to them that's celebrating them.

Any of you morbid weirdos who wan'ted to see a picture of my ankle, here. The bruising is fading from yesterday, and the massive swelling is finally going down, but we're still twitchy enough about it that I have a call into the doctor to get his opinion.