Monday, March 21, 2011

Eighteen


Oh my, my kid is an adult.

A testimonial.

16 comments:

  1. Goes fast, time. Happiness, to you and yours.

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  2. Transitioning rapidly from best kid evar to perfectly fine grup, which is about all we can ask of grups, yes?

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  3. Thanks, Jack. What weirds me out is how it simultaneously feels like she's been here forever and was born yesterday.

    Yes, fine metaphors abound.

    If possible, reserve May 31 for a certain ceremony at DAR.

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  4. In Georgia, turning 18 means the kids no longer have to be off the road at midnight. It was really helpful to have a gov't-enforced curfew up till that age. Then, when Wisdomie & Wisdaughter turned 18, curfews became nearly impossible to sustain. Don't know how independent Planet is, don't know how partiful her friends. Hope she's gained some internal self-preservation mechanisms in her 18 years, and no fake ID yet. As parental advice, push the DD concept; designated non-drinkers are truly life savers. Welcome to the world of my biggest worries. Always told my kids that if they were stuck somewhere & no one could drive, I would come to their aid NO QUESTIONS ASKED! They took me up on it, to their everlasting credit. And I was good to my word. Other than that, it's starting to be time to let Planet make her own mistakes. Yeah, that's super hard.

    Felicitations!

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  5. Thanks, All.

    Planet has never been grounded. She has no interest in drinking and/or smoking. My mother has a theory of alternating generations of good kids/bad kids. So far she's right, though I hope she's wrong when Planet has her children.

    Considering what I put my parents through, it is thoroughly unfair what a good kid I have. Yay!

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  6. Congratulations and happiness to all responsible parties.

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  7. Felicitations, and best wishes to your clan.

    ;>)

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  8. Thanks, Ethan. I'm responsible for showing her, by rueful negative example, the consequences of drinking, smoking, and ribald amorality.

    BFF, as you know well, I have always been a rabid supporter of your mother's (and my othermother's) sociological theories.

    And yes, the karma disparity, considering all, is astonishing.

    When I played the vid (you unsurprisingly nailed my reference to the wall with the unerring accuracy of a Denevan neural parasite, as effortlessly as I would expect you to chant "Pignose, pignose, pignose!" if I said "Would I?"), I realized that I conflated TOS 8 ("Miri") with TOS 59 ("And the Children Shall Lead"), which guest-starred the late Melvin Belli as the villain. Hail, hail, fire and snow. Just saying. And suck on that, Star Wars freaks.

    (/nostalgia)

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  9. Which reminds me, I think I told you we went to the Gleekshow at AEHS on Saturday afternoon before the game, during which the script twice called for a "Would I?"

    Ilse and I did not disappoint.

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  10. I hate to change the subject (Happy Planet) but the county of Montgomery in the Republic of Maryland gives money to the Daughters of the American Revolution so that their about-to-be ex-students can be graduated where Marian Anderson was not allowed to sing because she was a negro?

    Get out.

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  11. Heh, Star Wars?

    This is true - I have never seen a Star Wars movie.

    This is true - I heard this on WFMU either this morning or yesterday morning.

    Yes, DAR is venue of choice.

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  12. Happy Birthday to Planet!

    Hell, 2 1/2 seems impossible enough; 18? Can't imagine; though expect it'll be here tomorrow or next week... I wish you all joy.

    (All I know about DAR, as a venue, is that it's a shitty place to see a Pixies show, or Modest Mouse. Suspect it works ok as graduation locale, history notwithstanding.)

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  13. Second, third and fifth all previous well-wishing! I hope at least Planet's seen Star Wars or you're the worstest parent since Babs. Brazilian Star Wars is an acceptable replacement.

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