Monday, November 13, 2006

Coming of Age

Crazy Train (of thought)

It’s not how many hours you put in but how much you put into the hours.

A skeptic is a person who, when he sees the handwriting on the wall, claims it is a forgery.

Every man’s greatest battle is the one he fights with himself.

I get an itemized bill for the girls’ cell phones so we can make sure they are not using them when in school or too late into the night. On the recent bill I realized Meagan sends a lot of text messages each month – about 1800 in fact.

Linley asked when we were taking Princess to the vet and I announced I don’t believe in vets. They tend to prolong the life of smelly little dogs.

Marital Bliss

Jill and I went to the gym the other day and I insisted we work out together; I have been suspicious about her truthfulness when telling me how hard she works out. As we worked out on a circuit of four machines, I noticed she was moving pretty fast, finishing each routine in nearly half the time it took me. I paused to figure out why. Turns out she was counting her repetitions in even numbers.


One aspect of the art of parenting is knowing when to let go. I have watched Meagan pretty closely as she has tried her hand at dating. I am happy to say she has always done as I asked – making the guys come inside to meet me, giving me an itinerary, arriving home on time, etc. So in reward I have extended her curfew and allow her to have company in the house for a brief while at the end of a date. I can tell from her smile as I answer “yes” to her requests that she is enjoying these displays of trust. Sometimes it is hard for me, but I am slowly releasing my grip. My little girl is indeed becoming a young woman.

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