Today was the final lawn-cutting of 2004.
This is a Good Thing.
I’m always the first one wearing short to work every spring, and the last one wearing long pants in the fall. For the first time since March, I had to wear long pants to work today. It’s too cold for shorts — about 60 today for the high temp. I work better in shorts and a t-shirt. Long pants make me sad.
Sean’s only knowledge of Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, at the age of 6, is that it’s a Playstation game Dad only plays after the kids are in bed.
This morning, as we were all in the kitchen area, I was mentioning that I was up way too late last night, but it was okay because I had finally completed a tough mission in Vice City. Cari jumped on that, sarcastically congratulating me for doing well at a game she dislikes, and asking me how many people I killed in completing the mission. I said “none” (which I later realized was incorrect), but my answer wasn’t quick, nor was it convincing.
So Sean asks, “Do you have to kill people in Vice City?” I told him that it’s a very violent game, and sometimes you do have to kill people as part of the game. (Mind you, he’s watched me kill people while playing SOCOM 2, though he understands that’s in the name of fighting the bad guys.)
So Sean hears me say this, takes it in for a moment, and with a fair share of disbelief says something like “So you’re playing a very violent game … and you’re such a nice guy!”
We ALL had a hearty laugh.
Kids……
I’m not counting tomatoes as a fruit, sorry.
1) Plums (just had one, so good)
2) Grapes (green only)
3) Watermelon
4) Strawberries
5) Oranges
Oranges barely edge bananas for 5th place because I love orange juice.
I’m in the market for a new computer. A NEW computer. I could get a REFURBISHED computer direct from Apple, with full warranty and all, at a nice discount over a new machine. But I can’t do it.
I also can’t bring myself to buy a used car. I know there are plenty of good cars available on a Used lot, but I could never bring myself to buy one of them.
And not too long ago, I told Cari that the next time we buy a house, it will be a NEW house, not one that someone else has lived in. We’ve been in our current house for 6 years now, and to this day I still look at various things as belonging to the previous owner.
Anyone got a good psychologist to explain this for me?