Top-five things chicks don't get about us

Good god. If heaven is based on all that, that's gonna be a boring-ass eternity.

(not making fun of your beliefs. Just saying)

 

This, though mine is still far from grown up (Today is her eighth birthday).

I think part of the problem for NightHawk (and, apparently, BTE) is that it is much easier to see the challenges of parenting than the good parts.

I'll give my day yesterday as an example. I was playing basketball while my daughter ran around with some friends on a playground next to the court. The place is a short walk from home.

I twisted my ankle pretty badly, so I limped over to collect her on the way home and was talking with her friend's father. I look down just in time to see her shoo away a wasp. Unfortuntely, the damn thing stung her on the knee first.

Of course, she starts flipping out. Wants me to carry her home. So there I am, my daughter on one arm, basketball under the other, limping home. The guy I had been talking to gave me this sympathetic look. I must have looked like the most miserable guy in the world, but that's part of being a parent. She comes first even if I'm hurting, too.

Late last night, my wife and I sneak into little OOP's bedroom to put up some birthday decorations. My daughter must have heard us because she popped up, though she was still half asleep. I quickly move between her and my wife, who she still hadn't noticed. I tell her to get back to sleep and I'll lay with her for a few minutes.

Her response? "Yay. I love you." Gives me a big hug and lays back down. Such a simple little thing. I'm not sure if a non-parent quite understands the feeling of little moments like that.

 

Jesus died for your sins, NightH.

I'd live a little.

 

I am living, by my standard. My standard just happens to be very different from most people's. For me, living means seeing as many new places and things as I can manage in my life, the taste of an absolutely perfect meal that I've made from scratch, finding the perfect words to describe the game I've just witnessed and enjoying the restaurants that become part of a town's identity, which goes back to the traveling thing.

This is why I spend my extra money on visiting Minneapolis and checking out a Twins game, or putting money aside to purchase an ice cream maker or a deep fryer. That's living to me.

 

You're a Twins fan. Now it all makes sense.

 

I think owning a deep fryer should be a sin, but I'm not a priest.

 

Sometimes I find topics with interesting subject headers and I say to myself, "Bristol, this looks like it might be interesting. Let's click on the most recent page and see what people have to say on this topic."

Then I get to the most recent page and I realize that the topic at hand seemingly has nothing to do with the subject header, and I'm not particularly interested in wading through the first 15 pages to figure out how this thing veered so wildly off course.

This is one of those threads.

 

No, I'm not. Not even close. That just happens to be where my next trip is.

 

I'll sum it up for you. It involves someone claiming that sex stops after marriage and my believing it only starts after marriage. And here we are.

 

Hey, easy with that! People are going to know I went to Missouri!

 

Things chicks don't get about us:

-Arguing online in message board threads like this one.

 

The guy didn't say parenting is a waste. He said he doesn't want to have kids.
And he said he's going to a Twins game, which doesn't make a Twins fan.

Keep in mind, however, that your piety is based on a false premise:
'Never marrying and abstaining from sex = No sin'
The problem is you are not abstaining from sex. You are abstaining from sex with a partner.
Masturbation = sin