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Summer In New York City

Looking for summer pictures, I stumbled onto this page…

http://www.vintag.es/2014/06/interesting-vintage-photos-of-summer-in.html

Vintage Summer in New York (4)

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I’m Going to Sue “South Park”

They clearly ripped off my creations:

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And passed them off as their own:

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Am I right, or am I right?

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Another Bonus Picture: Swimming Kids

Not much time to write while watching my kids and their teammates kick butt and qualify for the state swimming championships.  Boo-yah.  Here’s a picture to make up for my silence.  It started with this band of ragamuffins right here, about 8 years ago.IMG_1247_edited

 

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Valentine’s Update–

It’s Valentine’s Day.  Give someone a kiss.

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We got hit with about 5 inches of snow yesterday, after meteorologists promised 1-3, the bastards–I’ve got a rant coming about them!  Early dismissals for Mrs. Junk and the Junkettes, and the postponement of their final varsity swim meet of the season from last night to tonight–which also means the cancellation of Ma and Pa Junk’s romantic night out.  No big deal, though–the team is going to clinch another Section Championship tonight, and it’s Senior Salute.  A couple of nice kids I’ve known a long time, who’ve been good role models and better friends to my kids, will be graduating this year.  It’s great to see them move on–everyone is headed to good school, with grand prospects, but I’m going to miss them.  It wasn’t so long ago they were a bunch of tiny, pudgy, scrawny little things…

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And now they’re young men and women, kicking ass and taking names.  It’s a pity that the state of the world dictates it’s best for all of us to maintain privacy–I’d love to give them all a shout-out.

We can always go out to dinner another night, right?  As for the gift thing, mentioned in an earlier post, I think that I’ve got it covered.

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The Inherent Dangers of Elf on the Shelf

JunkChuck
December 16, 2013 at 4:46 am

This is one of the weirdest things of which I’ve heard in a long time. It sounds crazy, but maybe it’s better to demand good and respectful all year round instead of having to bear down on that “he sees you when you’re sleeping” BS–and the idea that an inanimate elf springs to life at night and–it’s just too damned Chucky for me.

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Everything is Better Wrapped in Bacon

If you’re like me, then the holidays are a time of elaborate decoration, gift-giving and the hidden look of disappointment in your parents’ eyes as they come to terms with another season that you’ve stood by your decision not to have children. Luckily for my parents, my younger sister has two little boys that love Christmas! My parents adore them and my sister and her husband are heavily involved in their lives and forming nostalgic memories for them to look back fondly on.  One of the “traditions” that my sister introduced is the Elf on the Shelf: A Christmas Tradition.

For those of you who aren’t in the know as I was not, Elf on the Shelf is a posable elf doll and accompanying book that outlines what this little elf means for the children of the house. The book goes on to tell the children to whom it is…

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Busy, Blog-Less Weekend

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One of my actual children–not a generic download. http://www.margitadesign.com/

One of the reasons I dove back into the blog business, besides the desire to bombard the populace with my literary genius and tomfoolery, was my friend Tony’s spirited attempt to post a blog entry every day for a year.  He didn’t succeed, but he gave it one heck of a shot, and while I wasn’t foolishly optimistic enough to expect I could sustain such a pace (you see the kind of crap I’m posting–imagine if I had to scour my head and my hard drive for a  year’s worth of daily posts!  I can almost smell it from here.) I have my own goals: 260 posts by August 1, 2014–that’s five posts a week from when I began sporadically increasing my output.

And I care about this why?  You wonder.

I had a busy weekend and didn’t come near the blog for 3 days, leaving me feeling strangely guilty.  I’m not accustomed to that.  I didn’t write all weekend, which is rare.  It was a great weekend, though exhausting, so I shouldn’t be surprised that I didn’t write.  The guilt surprises me a little.  A lot, actually.

My kids are swimmers, and while swimming is pretty much a year-round thing, the meat of the season begins now.  From the beginning of November into March we have exactly 2 open weekends, one of which is the weekend before Christmas.  The kids compete for their highly successful high school team, for the YMCA league team they’ve been members of since they were eight, and for a USA Swimming club team that is an off-shoot of the YMCA–they’re pretty good, second tier athletes–they place more often than not–and watching them compete is pretty much my hobby.

A father could have worse preoccupations.  Of course, this often means waking up at 5am, or earlier, on weekend mornings, dealing with a mini-van full of cranky sleep-deprived women, traveling a couple of hours to sit in a sweltering hot natatorium to watch 600 kids (580 of which I don’t know) swim, sitting on hard, crowded bleachers, while the athletes I know–including the ones I live with–underperfrom, adding 4, 6, 8 or more seconds to their seed times and finishing out of the running because right now they’re putting in 6500 yards a day in practice, six days a week, doing strength training, and still maintaining a semblance of a social life.

They’re physically gutted, but the core group of these kids are committed–to the sport, to each other, and to themselves.  I know they don’t appreciate how impressive that is, and how inspiring, but it is, and that’s what I think about when it’s dark and cold and we’re headed across the state to yet another swimming pool to spend our weekend competes anyway, and it’s inspiring.  I have many intellectual friends, most of them professional (habitual?) academics, who scoff about sports (until their kid decides to play one), and I’ve tried to explain this to them, but the effort is generally in vain unless they experience it for themselves.

I have learned so much from these kids.  They may not be especially pleasant at 7 am, waiting for the call to hit the pool for warm-ups, but hey–if they can do that, I can keep hitting the blog pool and meet my own goals, right?