Patrick's in a band, as many of you know. More than once, I've told him that he should play "this song" or "that one," or that he should ditch his current band name for something less juvenile... But, to no avail. And then I realized that I was enacting the plot line for almost every sports/arts movie with an over-involved parent. I was trying to live out my own fantasies by proxy. However, I've come to terms with it and changed. Now, I'm just gonna say, "If I were in a band, I would play this song," and hope that he takes the hint.
"Hey, do you have a pen or a pencil I could borrow," a hulking figure of student sitting next to me asks.
Without a word, I hand the pen I'm currently using out toward him.
Thinking I'm giving him my one and only writing instrument, he frantically retracts, "No that's okay! I didn't mea..."
"I've got others," I calmly respond.
"Oh cool, thanks," he bellows as he grabs it with a big hand.
Just ten minutes earlier a blonde in the class asked the same question to her neighbor. But what really came out of her mouth was, "In the 2 hours that it takes to apply makeup and get my hair ready, I just didn't have 15 extra seconds to dig a stinking pen out of a kitchen drawer." After all, it's only community college...
Christmas break was great! We didn't get an iPod or a Playstation (2 or 3) but... We did get a lot of baby stuff, 2 digital cameras (we took one back), and a remote control helicopter (crashed and burned).