Next Week the coots will be Writing our monthly theme: this month, Oil Stains! I hope Bob gets his stuff fixed so that he can unleash…he has a good one coming. Dont forget to head over to the sidebar there on the right and vote for our April theme. There promises to be some good stuff there also. You can also send us suggestions, the email form is over there as well. I would really like to write on a topic suggested by the readers. You know who you are. I would also like some input on the podcasts; I haven’t done one for a while and I would like to get back to it. I do want some help though. Topics for the podcast? want to be a guest? We can do that. Send me an email and let me know. Enough of this, onto today’s post.
This didn’t get posted last week for a number of reasons. I am not going to count them. Anyway, I have an interesting situation over here. Ralph and Bob have already been through this stage but it is new for me. That stage is puberty. For my DAUGHTER not me you tools. Yes my 10 year old is starting that
horrific special wonderful incredibly necessary but oh my dear lord how are we going to live through the hormones shift so innocently called puberty.
While I am not exactly terrified, I am planning a fortified bunker in my basement so that I can lock her away into it. With these hormones that are beginning to rage, I can see another form of rage building in her. That rage is quickly becoming cantankerosity. She has a way to go of course but I am not sure how I am going to handle this. Do I let her develop on her own or do I give gentle nudges and tuition in Cantankerous Old Coots University? I am leaning towards the latter.
I can see now just how valuable the lessons of Cantankerous Old Coots University are when I have someone to mold into her own coot. She has been in training for a black belt in sarcasm for 10 years now. She is no where near the Jedi level that I hold, but she is coming along. Focusing hormones and rage into sarcasm and cantankerosity is a challenge that I am at least uniquely qualified for. I have to get her away from the fatalistic attitude that she is starting to get.
It is time to form her and guide those hormones into a cantankerosity worthy of the great masters, Howard Beal, Ralph, Bob, Redd Fox and others. But she still has to be a decent girl that people will want to hang out with. Someone who will bring boys home that I won’t have to bury in the backyard after the first date. There is a particular challenge there, she is a good person now, but I can see how easily she could rebel and turn into….well…that girl I need to lock in the basement.
So, what to do? The first step is a deep breath. Next, subtle guidance to channel the onslaught of hormones into something productive. I see her own blog in the near future. After that, more deep breaths and the lessons of Cantankerous Old Coots University. If you haven’t checked them out, you really should.
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