Gotta Keep Cool Now Gotta Take Care

Last night, as I was watching Son #2 play Guitar Hero, I happened to notice that the song Radar Love had the notation "As made famous by White Lion." Who the frig is White Lion and why not give credit where credit is due: to Golden Earring??

Son #2 explained, "Because the White Lion version is better."

I was incredulous.

A moment later he finished the song, put his guitar down and said, "My career has ended." He then asked, "Do you want to listen to both songs on iTunes or see my nose hairs?"

Those are my choices? I'll listen on iTunes.

He played them both for me and we were still divided. "Listen to that guitar lick." Nope. You can't sway me.

"I know how to settle this," he stated and logged into whichisgayer.

"White lion is officially gayer than golden earring."



As a perennial gloater, I have to say, I told you so. Now, let's check out those fascinating nose hairs.

Back to School 2008

One kid is beyond excited for school; the other is filled with the dread of sitting idle. One kid cannot wait to make new friends; the other couldn't care less. One kid is anxious to play kickball during recess; the other wishes that school could be taught through video games where the kids compete against each other virtually and win prizes.

After two years bearing his of extreme boredom, I think his idea actually has merit.

For Labor Day weekend, I decided to spend as much time as possible being a kid again. I woke up on Saturday morning and played almost two hours of Guitar Hero III with Son #2 -- and he let me play whatever songs I wanted (e.g., Sonic Youth, Beasties, Dead Kennedys, Sex Pistols). He won every round.

All the kids in the neighborhood and I played in the dirt pit. I had mud all the way up my arms but I built a big volcano and then a tepee out of sticks. What talent!

Son #2 and I went for a bike ride and the following day we went go-carting and played miniature golf. On Monday we went swimming at my girlfriend Christine's house.

We had the neighbors over for Sangria on Saturday night, a fire pit on Sunday night and a neighborhood picnic, complete with the hubby's famous "green chicken" burritos, on Monday night.

No work. No work. No work.

I think I fully understand Son #1's position on school. "I'd rather just run around all day." Guess what? Me too.

'Tis a Magic Place

Son #2: "Look at this picture of Stonehenge. Wouldn't it be great to go there?"

Me: "I've actually been to Stonehenge."

Son #2: "REALLY?? What band did you see?"

Should I be thanking Guitar Hero or Nigel Tufnel for my child's tunnel vision of this world famous, prehistoric monument?