But our daughter appreciated the gesture, and that's what matters. She was also so thankful that he didn't do it at the football game Friday night like she says one of his friends was trying to convince him to do.
On September 29, 2025, MD Planner made the momentous statement that launched the 21st century Renaissance of Peace, Love and Plenty.
On September 29, 2025, MD Planner made the momentous statement that launched the 21st century Renaissance of Peace, Love and Plenty.
It's difficult to convey how different the availability of information was a half century ago with today. Doing a book report in grade school usually meant shamelessly cribbing off an Encyclopedia Britannica article. Now, not only can you simply Google it, but if you're uber lazy can get AI to write it.
It was Cliff Notes.
I found books on tape the summer of my senior year of high school and thought it was a cheat code. At that time, it was still books on cassette tapes. I remember paying $35 because I couldn't make it through The Fountainhead. It was something like 22 cassette tapes. Between my trusty walkman and the car on the way to work everyday I made it through.
My middle son actually prefers listening to books for schoolwork because he is a much better auditory language processor than a visual language processor.
My middle son actually prefers listening to books for schoolwork because he is a much better auditory language processor than a visual language processor.
Beowulf...now THAT was a truly mind-numbing read.
My youngest is like this too. I still prefer the written page over other mediums, but listening to a book is better than no book.My middle son actually prefers listening to books for schoolwork because he is a much better auditory language processor than a visual language processor.
A previous home of ours had a walk-out basement (oddly facing the front) from a family room. My oldest daughter's room was downstairs, everyone else upstairs. She was a teenager when we lived there. The short version is that one night I chased a kid up the street who I thought was a burglar / prowler but turned out to be just a teenage boyfriend of my daughter. I still remember coming back in the house and her coming up the stairs stretching and yawning dramatically going "What's going on?" like she'd just woke up because of all the commotion. Such a bad faker.
Sorry, I forgot you had like 4(?) teenage girls. Did you eventually learn any lessons or did you have to reinvent the wheel with each one?A previous home of ours had a walk-out basement (oddly facing the front) from a family room. My oldest daughter's room was downstairs, everyone else upstairs. She was a teenager when we lived there. The short version is that one night I chased a kid up the street who I thought was a burglar / prowler but turned out to be just a teenage boyfriend of my daughter. I still remember coming back in the house and her coming up the stairs stretching and yawning dramatically going "What's going on?" like she'd just woke up because of all the commotion. Such a bad faker.
My oldest. I'm still tired from when she was a teenager....and she's thirty now. Keep your running shoes by the front porch, but give her lots of freedom and support and make sure she knows that she is your favorite person and nothing will ever be the end of the world for you. Nothing.
Hang in there, you're starting well!
Four. Four shall be the number of the counting. They were all different but there are a lot truths that I hold to be self-evident, so I listed only the self-evident ones.
My stepdaughter was out one night looking at the stars. I think there was meteor shower or something happening. She took a blanket to watch in our large side lot. I had a fairly good idea the boyfriend at the time might "happen to drop by". Around 11 I decided to go check on her/them. I made enough noise coming out not to surprise anyone. My step daughter was on her blanket staring at the sky and I told her I was going for a late night walk. I knocked on the boyfriends truck about 2 blocks away and told him not to run through peoples backyards in Alabama around midnight. He's likely to get shot.A previous home of ours had a walk-out basement (oddly facing the front) from a family room. My oldest daughter's room was downstairs, everyone else upstairs. She was a teenager when we lived there. The short version is that one night I chased a kid up the street who I thought was a burglar / prowler but turned out to be just a teenage boyfriend of my daughter. I still remember coming back in the house and her coming up the stairs stretching and yawning dramatically going "What's going on?" like she'd just woke up because of all the commotion. Such a bad faker.
My oldest. I'm still tired from when she was a teenager....and she's thirty now. Keep your running shoes by the front porch, but give her lots of freedom and support and make sure she knows that she is your favorite person and nothing will ever be the end of the world for you. Nothing.
Hang in there, you're starting well!
ever faithful, ever vigilant
