...I really think there are times in one's life when, if given the alternative of either being tied in a sack and beaten with a shovel or of simply being allowed to continue on with the course of your life, that it might sometimes be a relief to choose the former rather than the latter.
It has been an exceedingly wearisome weekend, not so much for physical effort as for strain upon my mental health. I am tired, and my head hurts, and about the only thing that gives me any comfort in the behavior of a certain 15 year old child in my family is the idea that although we have only one to deal with, God has several billion kids who act the same way, so, you know, in comparison I don't guess we have it quite so bad.
Anyway, a lot to get done today, and few active brain cells able to process any information, and I haven't had my morning libation of 20 ounces of magically delicious Diet Coke, and so the usually stellar quality and abounding quantity that you all have come to expect from Possumblog might be slightly off today.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at February 6, 2006 08:32 AMHey, my head feels about the same although I looked in the mirror and I don't seem to have yellow paint anywhere.
If it is any comfort, my darling daughter just about drove us crazy when she was the teenager and today she is a productive citizen and quite the nice young lady.
Posted by: Larry Anderson at February 6, 2006 09:24 AMBut Larry, it's just such a short drive in my case! I have a feeling I'll be in a rubber room LONG before she's a productive citizen.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at February 6, 2006 09:29 AMShe might not force you into the padded cell, but you have three more children to guide through those wonderful years of teenagerhood. You're doomed.
As am I, but not for a few more years.
Posted by: Jordana at February 6, 2006 09:51 AMWell, at least two of the other three don't seem to have nearly the same desire to do the inexplicable, and the third one might have the desire, but doesn't have any of the malicious intent.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at February 6, 2006 10:02 AMIt must be those dominant Oglesby genes in them.
Posted by: Jordana at February 6, 2006 10:05 AMCould be, or they possibly just haven't gotten into their inexplicable maliciousness phase yet.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at February 6, 2006 10:14 AMI wouldn't wish the crud of my childhood on anyone. But there were times when my son was oldest age and I thought "one day of school, fool time job and taking care to two drunks" might be a solution to whiney bratness.
Posted by: Tony von Krag at February 6, 2006 07:15 PMAnd you've hit on it, Chef Tony--it's just your basic 'spoiled rottenness' that causes most of this. She think she has it so horribly bad, but can't be trouble to look around and see just how good she has it compared to some folks in the world.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at February 7, 2006 08:18 AMOnce again, I fall back on my theory that every American (especially whiny, self centered adolescents) should be forced to live in Saudi Arabia for six months. I imagine there will be the tiniest more appreciation for all they have and how they live.
Maybe whiny, self centered liberals should be sent as well.
Posted by: skinnydan at February 7, 2006 09:47 AMJust like a bowl of chicken soup--'it couldn't hurt!'
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at February 7, 2006 09:52 AM