Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Thank heavens he takes after his mom
I’ve started and stopped this four times now. Kate’s right — I am off my game.
It cheers me to think that my son is better than I am. He lacks the depressive streak. He also lacks the self-esteem problem . . . for good or ill. Low self-esteem is a tremendous motivator. I often wonder how folks with high self-esteem manage to accomplish anything in life. Don’t they wake up and lie there in bed all day long, delighted with themselves?
Below the cut: Proof that my son is better than I am.
Here I am at my brother’s wedding, circa 1983:
That’s my dad to the left, my Uncle Hank to the right, and I’m the goofball in the center. Take a good hard look: except for childhood photos, you won’t see too many pix of me without the beard. (And you’ll never ever see me with a moustache and no beard. Eeew.)
What’s that, Erin? What am I doing with my hands? Pulling on the garter, naturally. And, sure enough, I was the next guy to get married.
But it took another eleven years before we made this guy:
Sorry about the big file size, but I couldn’t bear to drop this one down to 256 colors. This is Jake, circa 2003, with our ratter, Faithful.
I’m not sure there’s a point to all this, except how pleased I am that he’s a happy kid.
D.
PS: From Ishbadiddle, check out these Polish movie posters. I love this stuff.
Awwwwww!!!
That’s for both of them, btw.
Alright, an Aw for each of them…
Awwwwww!!!
Now, that’s it. I don’t want to give anyone the impression that I’m anything less than a firebreathing dragon lib blogger.
Hey, JP, thanks for stopping by. And since you’re not in blogwhore mode, let me do it for ya:
Maureen Dowd is at JP’s blog, right now, come see!
As for the Awwwwww!!! I sure hope you mean Jake and Faithful 😉
I have a weakness for little kids and playful tabbies.
You’re one those types that’s gets better looking the older they get, aren’t you? You people make me jealous, and jealousy is weak trait. Stop making me weak, you.
So what’s with the low self-esteem, then? I’ll tell you the same thing I tell my Hubs when gets like that, “Stop sulking and go buy us some ice cream.” He’s usually better after a fake-fight with the spoons and I let him take the bigger fudgie bits (It’s as close as I can get to letting him be “Man: Hunter”) and a couple cuddles later, he’s gotten over it
You need ice cream and a cuddle. *wink*
My kids are all happier than I was, too, Doug. I choose to believe it means you’re a good parent. Kudos to you. ***smooches***
Awww, proud daddy!
You’ve no reason to have low self esteem and all the reason in the world to feel confident and proud of yourself. But I’m fully aware of how irrational the bitey esteem monster is.
1. You were cute as the dickens, you goober.
2. Okay there’s no denying that you’re better looking now.
3. You failed to point out that you’re wearing a mickey mouse shirt.
4. My husband also looks way better now than he did at 20-something. I think this is so unfair, I could just plotz.
5. I posted the cat’n’rack photo at my blog just for you and for any possible traffic it may bring.
I wasn’t suckering around for compliments. Really. But thanks just the same 😉 Mostly, I’m annoyed with my book #2, and I’m disgusted with my crappy work habits. And I’m thinking that whatever I do to book #2, if I get an agent, the agent will hate what I’ve done with book #2 and make me do another massive rewrite. Second-guessing myself.
I’m also exhausted from a grueling work week, and that doesn’t help the mood. Then, this morning, a cat fight at 6AM woke me, and I couldn’t get back to sleep. Oh well, that’s what coffee is for, right?
Thanks for posting a pussy and cleavage, Kate. (There, that teensy google bomb ought to draw a few dozen horny teenage guys to your site.)
Audrey (3) saw the picture and wants to know: Is the kitty cat’s birthday TODAY?
I like that picture of Jake; Faithful looks a lot like our Sparky.
You’re looking at one long-suffering cat. We have pix of her with the hat on. Faithful told me that if I posted any of those photos, she’d claw my eyes out.
Not fishing for compliments? Hey, you post you’re all sad & shit, women have the urge to try to cheer you up. I blame biology.
As for work ethic? Don’t make me come down there & smack you. (HOW many thousands of miles is it?) Doc, writer, dad, husband, homeschool-teacher, blogger, cook, and probably a few dozen more things I don’t know about because I don’t, you know, actually know you. Gah. You’re making me feel guilty, which is just not right.
But gee, you only got to sleep until 6 a.m.? Whiner.