I had a girl and Donna was her name

Wolfie asked me a tongue-in-cheek question the other day that I just slapped off a snarky answer to without really thinking about it.  It's my way.

Wolfie- "Roy, of all the women in your life, who do you imagine would go for the white pickett fence and 2.5 children with a dog on the side?"

My snappy answer?  "None of the them, babe, it's why my fence is brown."  She laughed and went her merry way.  It did get me thinking later, though.  Would ANY of the women I've been with be the 'right one' for a white pickett fence kind of deal?

Yeah, I think Donna would.  It would be rough on her, having the background she has but I think Donna would go for the white pickett fence, picnics in the park, the dog walk on fall evenings and stringing cranberries for garland on the Christmas tree.  It's a waste of cranberries, really, but Lian digs that sort of thing.

Donna would still want to go off and save the world, but she'd make damn sure someone would be tucking the kids in at night, me or her.  And that lunches are packed with nutritious but fun foods and that the weekends are constructive but entertaining. 

What do you all think?  Inquiring red-heads want to know...

RH

Crius was appropriately named

Does anyone have a method to stop puppies from crying piteously for hours on end beginning at midnight when I finally leave my study from working to go to bed?  Lian's visiting the Santoses for a couple weeks, visiting their kids and stuff.  It's just me and the mutt.  And when I go to bed...he starts to live up to the sound of his name, if not the definition. Have to admit (over hot coals, truth serum, and the threat of Granny Goodness in a thong bikini) that the dog is rather cute, fluffy, adorable and one mean deterrent to squirrels.

In other news, heard from an old Checkmate buddy (not Martin) and we went out for drinks and carousing.  Hard to carouse with eagle eyed daughter making sure I'm clean and sober.  Aaron and I got stone drunk and it was nice.  Well, not the next morning, but just to relax, get out and do manly things without worrying overly much about consequences.  He gave me a lot of grief about not taking home one of the hot booties that was all over me like white on rice all night, but honestly, I must be getting old in my getting to the late 20s (not telling, lalalala).  I just wasn't interested in a one night stand.


(wry look)  Dinah would tell me I'm growing up.  Dick would tell me I'm being responsible.  Ollie would tell me to stop whining and get laid.  Not sure who's the most sensible, to be honest.  Isn't THAT scary?

Belated 4th of July

To all of you Americans, want to be Americans, soon will be Americans and just people interested in America, we as a country celebrated our 235th birthday this past Monday.  It got me thinking.  We celebrated the WHITE celebration of this country's birth.  Not so much our Native brethren (approximately 16000-13000 years), or our Latino brothers and sisters (494 years), or our Scandinavian homies (930 years give or take a decade).  All that work previous to 1776, totally ignored.

Lian's last bit of social studies homework before she was released into my custody for the summer (yay) wanted her to answer a very broad question with a short and sweet text book answer.  "What created the birth of the United States?"  They wanted "The American Revolution".  And yes I realize she's only in 1st grade so you have to keep it a little simple, but I honestly want to know why is it just THAT particular event that defined the people on this portion of the continent as a nation?  We weren't unified when it was done.  There was still the 'us versus them' mentality against non-whites and even people in a different states, parish or county.  The white population didn't truly 'unite as one', so to speak, until well after the American Civil War.  Is THAT when we were 'born' as a unified nation?  Then why not wait until immigrants could apply for citizenship, women could legally vote in federal and state elections uniformly, segregation eliminated permanently in the 1960s, or does this process only happen in war?

I broke my daughter's brain when I asked her that.  She had NO idea what I was talking about.  I broke Ollie, Dinah, Connor and Dick's brains too. Apparently they aren't used to me deep thinking.  Mia actually argued with me that it's symbolic.  It's when the WORLD acknowledged America as a sovereign nation, separate from Great Britain and other nations.

I can get behind that. Go US!  Get it?  US?  U.S.?

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 Never mind, you buncha slackers.  I'm going to go shoot pointy things at a bunch of circles and teach my daughter how to not pass out in 100 degree heat. :P

RH