Ok you Crazy Jihadis. Just one word for you to learn tonight. . .
TRANE
When she was growing up and even in her teenage years this was daughter # 1's favorite song. Nothing like a six or seven year old singing about raindrops and roses and snowflakes and kittens while dancing around the room.
Now she's all growed up trying to get into med-school getting ready to move Really Far Away. But I remember when I was out of work and she was 2 or 3 sick with chicken pox laying on the couch with her watching a blizzard march across the U.S.
TRANE
When she was growing up and even in her teenage years this was daughter # 1's favorite song. Nothing like a six or seven year old singing about raindrops and roses and snowflakes and kittens while dancing around the room.
Now she's all growed up trying to get into med-school getting ready to move Really Far Away. But I remember when I was out of work and she was 2 or 3 sick with chicken pox laying on the couch with her watching a blizzard march across the U.S.
Same thing happened with daughter # 2 (my shootin' buddy), the chicken pox, singing, dancing around the room. Now also all growed up. Hoping to get into a master's program in the fall. Really Far Away.
Damn if I don't hate this part of fatherin'.
With daughter #3 we've got some years to go yet. She still sings and dances around the room. Sometimes dances without any music, just the soundtrack playing in her head. Hope she don't grow up so quickly. But there's already signs. . .
How'd this keyboard get wet. . .
TRANE!
Damn if I don't hate this part of fatherin'.
With daughter #3 we've got some years to go yet. She still sings and dances around the room. Sometimes dances without any music, just the soundtrack playing in her head. Hope she don't grow up so quickly. But there's already signs. . .
How'd this keyboard get wet. . .
TRANE!
Infidel Disclaimer: You Crazy Jihadis get anywhere near my daughters and you'll slam headlong into a wrath you can't comprehend. You hear me you pieces of dog shit pig tit sucking goatfuckers?
11 comments:
Med school and grad school are over-rated. All the moving and renting involved are a waste of time and money. Learn a trade and stick close to family. Don't become a professional transient.
Cool post. I got kids of my own. It is hard to think that one day they may decide to move away, but that is part of life isn't it.
Great disclaimer.
Abu -- well that's just great. Dandy. Vocational advice from some character calling himself the True Prophet. Look where it got us when the last group took advice from some character called the True Prophet. Sheesh. ;>)
Pasto -- it's even tougher than I thought it would be. Compounded by the med student planning on going to med school on the Army's dime. Talking with Recruiters but hasn't signed anything yet. Not something I'd ever stand against or discourage but sure to cause some anxious moments around the bunker here.
Yep, part of life and I'm good with it. But when I hear this Coltrane or "I Hope You Dance" after all the years carting them to dance competitions (it was always the fricking theme song, geez) then sentimentalia sets in.
Figured you'd get a kick out of the disclaimer. If they're wearing a hijab it means both their mother & I are dead.
Heh, heh! Seriously, med school is a lot of spoon feeding, rote learning and regurgitation of information. And that's only the academic side. The big test comes when trainees get put into clinical training and can see gushing blood, oozing puss, bulging tumors, and all sorts of other nasty things without puking and/or fainting. They'll see all these day after day after day... On top of that, as doctors, they'll be called upon to determine whether or not to pull the plug on a patient.
The big test comes when trainees get put into clinical training and can see gushing blood, oozing puss, bulging tumors, and all sorts of other nasty things
And then there is the "camel urine" cure, abu. Your 'prophet' 'splained it all to us - and us infidels just ain't buyin' it.
Thx but no thx abu abdullah. You should take your own advice and learn a [useful] trade and stick close to family. Don't become a professional [dawa] transient. . .spare us your spit.
Congrats MR on raising such valuable members of society. May they reach for the stars and bring heaven to earth. This is what makes [and should make] every dad [or mom] proud.
Le Chaim!
It does make us proud. And nervous.
She already has a biology pre-med degree. Has seen the blood and gore during observations of doctors, in the E.R. and in autopsies. Just can't stand to see her own blood. Go figure.
Silent, you insolent heathen! How dare you talk back to The True Prophet!
The True Prophet says that if MR's daughter can stick herself with a needle to inject narcotic painkillers into herself and, while high on narcotics, slice open a huge staph-infected boil on herself with a scalpel to release the blood and puss, then she has the nerve of steel to be a doctor. Until then, everything is moot.
Dear True Prophet -- Have a beer, will ya? You're too tense. I'll go find you a nice she-goat. . . ;>)
MR,
Do you and Abu have a history? Dude's usually a pretty reasonable guy.
The True Prophet just does not like wimmin like my daughters asserting themselves, being all independant like, you know?
Besides, I know how he likes his she-goats. I gots pictures ;>)
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