I am the first one to post.
KOTW, are you going to put the poems on here all at once, or as they come in?
BTW, I like haiku.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Project for Next Time We're All Together
We should make a photo of Camp Selby members playing tug-of-war with the Selbies as a caption for this blogsite. Or something like that.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
change your oil
Ok, kids . . . you've heard it before: change your oil. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING will help your car live to a ripe old age as much as this. Don't whine about not having enough time. Make time. Do it today.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
No Stories From Young Persons
Hmmm. I have to agree with my brother on this one a little bit . . . . but . . . .on the other hand . . .
On the one hand we have our beautiful children who have never really disappointed us. They are smart, attractive, clever, kind, talented, and loving. Anything they've done or said below the level of sainthood we would naturally consider nothing more than a peccadillo. We would never consider these things a "picadillo" of course, since that's a spicy Cuban supper dish, but let that pass for now. [You see, kids, we parents want to live in our little state of denial for as long as possible. We know what WE did at your ages; we know that once in a while we jolt awake at 4 o'clock in the morning with a fullbodyshiver recalling some act of major stupidity with mortal implications . . . and we wonder if any of you would do such a thing. At these times we never fall back asleep.]
No, we know the fruits of our loins are not perfect, but we also know that they are not dark hearts, monsters, or ill-willed X-Men blindly following Magneto. But on the other hand? Well, they are a bunch of fruits, right?
We can handle a little story from the kids, right Selbyjr? Something like, "remember the time I accidentally put a spoon in the garbage disposal and it scared the cat?"
On the one hand we have our beautiful children who have never really disappointed us. They are smart, attractive, clever, kind, talented, and loving. Anything they've done or said below the level of sainthood we would naturally consider nothing more than a peccadillo. We would never consider these things a "picadillo" of course, since that's a spicy Cuban supper dish, but let that pass for now. [You see, kids, we parents want to live in our little state of denial for as long as possible. We know what WE did at your ages; we know that once in a while we jolt awake at 4 o'clock in the morning with a fullbodyshiver recalling some act of major stupidity with mortal implications . . . and we wonder if any of you would do such a thing. At these times we never fall back asleep.]
No, we know the fruits of our loins are not perfect, but we also know that they are not dark hearts, monsters, or ill-willed X-Men blindly following Magneto. But on the other hand? Well, they are a bunch of fruits, right?
We can handle a little story from the kids, right Selbyjr? Something like, "remember the time I accidentally put a spoon in the garbage disposal and it scared the cat?"
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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