Monday, August 13, 2001

A hospital golf outing sapped most of my energy then I had to call in the reserves because I promised to take the girls downtown for ice cream when I got home. We had a good time, and as I’m so fond of saying “Word is Bond”. Luckily the bathtub thing was taken care of prior to my homecoming so it was lights out soon after we returned. My eldest daughter is just beginning to be embarrassed by her father. This is my dream come true. While dancing to whatever music they happened to have in their cd player before bed has become somewhat of a tradition, Katie calling me weird is new. I still crack Maggie up but Kate is beginning to see the potential for disaster. This poor child is in so much trouble at the first school dance they ask for parental chaperone help. I’m soooo excited! I think this is where my minor MTV obsession comes from. As another of my current favorite sayings “Finger on the Pulse” will one day grant me legendary status among parents. I listen to insync and bsb and they have to put up with my Kid Rock and Female R&B/HipHop selections. My “oldies” don’t meet with as much resistance as gospel but they run neck and neck. As long as I can make a connection with the artist, I like the music. The one exception is classical. Anything pre Benny Goodman is pretty much lost on me. Jazz fusion was ruined because I used to listen to it to go to sleep. There is nothing better than trying to make sense out of chaos to take your mind off of the day. So jazz tends to make my narcolepsy flair up. Back to embarrassing Kate. The best is singing along with the bad dance. This is why it’s imperative that I remain current and connected. 12:00:00 AM    says you