Snaphots from the weekend

It's amazing how my younger daughter Isabel looks exactly like her mom. Except for her nose. She got that from me. I was on the bed reading and she was reading her book beside me and then she turned to look at me and said, "You nose is ugly. It's too pointy."

"HAH!," I said, "we have exactly the same nose."

"No way! Your nose is UGLY."

Im glad she has her own sense of aesthetics that isnt dictated by the norm.

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"Good night. See you in my dreams." Oh brother! What the hell did I do? This is really beginning to creep me out. She doesnt even know me! I asked a friend about it and she said, "What are you waiting for?" which is, I think, her approval for me to nail the creepy chick. She was kidding of course. She knew it was easy to get in, but getting out of this would be tough. What if creepy is a serious swim fan?

My pal also has problems of her own. She said she's being pursued by this uber-rich guy who takes her out driving in his European sports cars and showers her with attention and she' s beginning to fall for him, even though she knows he's bad news. "He's a cross between Richard Gere in Pretty Woman, Hugh Grant in About a Boy, and Satan. Help! Im drawn to him like a drug addict. What do I do?"

Go out with other guys. You have to dilute this drug to a more tolerable level of toxicity.

"Youre right. There's this French guy and I think we have a connection. But he's 23."

There you go. And twenty-something's not bad. Demi Moore has one, and so does Cameron Diaz. Get a couple more and youll be fine.

"This is all new to me. Im confused."

That's a good thing, right? That you still experience some things as new? Means youre not stagnating. Exciting times. Have fun.

And that's that so far. Meanwhile I still have to contend with SMSs that say, "Im thinking of you." Holy mother of pearl. You know what? Im thinking of you, too.

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I already made the batter for the pancakes when I remembered that we're out of LPG. Rats. So I buttered a baking dish and poured the pancake batter in it, covered it with foil, and baked the thing for 40 minutes at 375 degrees F in a turbo broiler. Had to be 40 minutes because there's no way to pre-heat a turbo broiler. Turned out great. All fluffy and delicious. We put huge knots of butter on it and poured some honey and had us cake for breakfast.

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I let the kids play with the fountain in Greenbelt Park. Isabel and her cousin who's the same age as her. I had them take their shoes and socks off, roll up their jogging pants, and let them loose. They had a blast. There were these nicely dressed kids with their parents and the kids eyed them with jealousy because of all the fun they were having, but their patrents won't let them near the fountain--their clothes were too nice. I could see in their eyes and their body language how much they wanted to join in. Isabel got all wet and we had to go buy her a new t-shirt.