tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post5520810345104414176..comments2008-07-26T13:05:33.896-07:00Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233465085998331063ogblay@gmail.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-69750543630748187252008-07-26T13:05:00.000-07:002008-07-26T13:05:00.000-07:00Ah, Oral Roberts University, one of the few schools that has an oxymoron for a name.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233465085998331063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-68416909354992226452008-07-26T07:06:00.000-07:002008-07-26T07:06:00.000-07:00<I>if Daisy gets accepted to Occam's Razor University, where the only entrance requirement is knowing Occam's Razor, then I'll be all set!</I><BR/><BR/>There is an ORU, but it stands for something <A HREF="http://www.oru.edu/" REL="nofollow">very different</A>.Neel Mehtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286549029037039134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-83932635296842359312008-07-23T22:40:00.000-07:002008-07-23T22:40:00.000-07:00Lola, that sounds good in theory, but in practice sympathizing is not one of my core competencies.<BR/><BR/>Tiny, maybe we should go on tour together, performing a tag-team show of demotivation. You in?<BR/><BR/>Carey, yeah, birthday parties around here are a little out of control. It could be worse, but it sure as hell cold be a lot better.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233465085998331063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-25634047453544459492008-07-23T17:11:00.000-07:002008-07-23T17:11:00.000-07:00Where I'm from, putting frosting on the cake, running around in the sprinkler and goodie bags with a bunch of crap from the dollar store is considered elaborate. So bowling ain't too shabby. I'm glad Daisy had fun and you taught her good hygiene.careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05678218751633225999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-58326429747955672272008-07-23T13:00:00.000-07:002008-07-23T13:00:00.000-07:00My optimism-smashing services are always at your ready and come with a 6-month warranty. How do I do it, you ask? I'll give you a hint: It involves my 401k.tinyhandshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08241060237876465421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-54011321262881277082008-07-23T08:37:00.000-07:002008-07-23T08:37:00.000-07:00Leave the optimism-smashing to the rest of the world, that way you'll always be available to sympathise.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929723020089651115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-90310125657092438522008-07-23T07:07:00.000-07:002008-07-23T07:07:00.000-07:00Sue, and if Daisy gets accepted to Occam's Razor University, where the only entrance requirement is knowing Occam's Razor, then I'll be all set!<BR/><BR/>Lola, so do I smash the optimism out of her, or let the rest of the world do it?Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233465085998331063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-89766768980339004752008-07-23T00:13:00.000-07:002008-07-23T00:13:00.000-07:00It's the unicorns. The 9 year old mind can still retain a hint of optimism that there might really be live unicorns, and that people can fly, but the grown ups are keeping it secret until you get to be 21. So it doesn't surprise me that there's a smidgeon of doubt about what happened at the party. <BR/><BR/>I hoped for unicorns right into my teens. A bit of me still hopes. Sigh.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929723020089651115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-17769810752127941542008-07-22T21:50:00.000-07:002008-07-22T21:50:00.000-07:00And you say you can't educate your daughter! You just taught her something so valuable that she would've been unlikely to learn in 12 years of schooling (at least I didn't).Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10125420842365426738noreply@blogger.com