…I’m going to finally tackle a post I’ve been trying to write about some other bloggers, hypocrisy, deeds-vs-words, and True Meaning.
But before I do, I want to say that it’s really disconcerting how self-conscious I am when my oldest son’s friends call my house. I really want to come off as Parent-neutral. I always want to reflect well on my boy. I’m so happy he’s made some good friends, and I want to step back and watch him be who he is.
Love to all. Even you, Jersey Plates.
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What I said before was:
[gulp]
Oh, yeah. Like you should be worried.
I’m feeling nauseous. Should I stay out of this one?
No! It’s not that kind of post. Although I do refer to the “biggest dickhead I have ever met.”
Geez your’e a good dad.
Ah, so you’ve met my former co-worker?
Oh, wait. He doesn’t write.
There’s no way you’d be talking about me. Ah, I love my false sense of security. =)
*waiting with bated breath to find out who the biggest dickhead is, since it seems like you’ve met a few*
Heh. You might have to wait a day or two. Putting together the time to write it is like, impossible.
This is utterly charming! What a good dad you must be!