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Diary
By Breaker (Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 05:53:17 AM EST) (all tags)
When you came into our world, a squalling ball of noise borne on the blood and pain of your mother I gave a piece of myself to you.

You kept us at the end of our endurance with colic, you shredded your mother's nipples to bloody nubs.  You wee'd on the sofa and you puked down my front.



I look now at 7 months passed and my how that time has flown by.  We've had knocks and bumps along the way and the endless dribbling that accompanies the arrival of your new little teeth.  It seems that if I even blink you'll be walking and talking and if I blink again after that we'll be packing you off to school.

It has been a strange journey. 

Before you came along I had experienced many kinds of love; the love of a child for my parents and theirs for their child, the love of my friends, the love of a good woman (and sadly the love of a bad woman but we'll skip that bit until you're older, maybe 40 or so).  But here is a new thing for me; the love of a father for his child.

I am your protector, your provider, your teacher, your taxi driver, your chef and your personal bath attendant.  Later I will be your advisor and likely your clown; when your friends are around, your eternal embarrassment.  Bike riding and car driving instructor, maths teacher and technology support.  I will be the builder of your dolls house or of your castle Greyskull, your bedtime story reader and the vanquisher of whatever you think is lurking under your bed. 

Your nurse whenever you fall ill and your scourge when you misbehave.

I will teach you how to fight and win, how to cook, how to hammer a nail in straight and keep perpendicular a percussion drill, how to wire a plug and work with a mitre block.  I will show you how to to be honest and true but also to flatter and deceive and inculcate in you the ability to know which is right.  How to joke and entertain, how to convey severity, how to argue and not be shouted down. 

I cannot teach you how to dress well or dance until giddy, but you have gay uncles for that.  I will not try and relive my life through yours but will match your enthusiasm for anything with facilitation and praise. 

Except jazz.

I may not be able to do all of the above for you. 

I promise though, that you will always know the love of a father for his daughter. 

Unconditional and unwavering.

So for all the times to come ahead, remember only this - when you were born I gave a piece of my heart and self to you. 

It will be yours for eternity, my daughter.

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Jazz?? by Bob Abooey (2.00 / 0) #1 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 06:23:08 AM EST
Dude...

Warmest regards,
--Your best pal Bob

How's my blogging: Call me at 209.867.5309 to complain.

Standards, dear boy by Breaker (4.00 / 1) #2 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 06:28:08 AM EST
Standards.


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Alex Skolnick has a jazz album out. by nightflameblue (2.00 / 0) #7 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 08:57:15 AM EST
U FAIL IT.

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No by Breaker (2.00 / 0) #8 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 08:58:53 AM EST
SKOLNICK FAILS.


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To be fair by nightflameblue (2.00 / 0) #9 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 09:05:08 AM EST
there are many types of Jazz. Free-form random notefest pre-shred wankery = fail. Rhythmic melodic Jazz = awesome.

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Yeah by Breaker (2.00 / 0) #15 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 11:36:27 AM EST
I don't class the latter as jazz though.

Jazz to me, is indeed "free-form random notefest pre-shred wankery" where they are all nodding to each other.

Niiiice.


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Yikes. by nightflameblue (2.00 / 0) #16 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 12:22:51 PM EST
That video.

Congrats on giving your daughter something to rebel against early though. Your way of pointing it right out will make things a lot easier for her.



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Yeah by Breaker (2.00 / 0) #17 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 12:35:47 PM EST
Nice.


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(Comment Deleted) by xth (2.00 / 0) #18 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 12:37:43 PM EST

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Niiiice by Breaker (2.00 / 0) #19 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 12:40:24 PM EST
Yeeeeeah!


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awwww. by komet (4.00 / 4) #3 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 07:03:47 AM EST
However I think you forgot a few, such as "install a keylogger on your boyfriend's compuphonepad" and "show you the last place in Britain not surveilled by CCTV".


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<ni> komet: You are functionally illiterate as regards trashy erotica.
Do you have a newsletter by Breaker (2.00 / 0) #4 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 07:15:09 AM EST
If so, please subscribe me.

When you have a son, you only need worry about what he's doing with his willy.

When you have a daughter, you have to worry about every single willy.


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Wait 'till she's a teenager by greyrat (2.00 / 0) #5 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 08:14:16 AM EST
and then try to write this tome again.

You first. by Breaker (2.00 / 0) #6 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 08:19:13 AM EST
NT


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It's the same... by Phage (2.00 / 0) #10 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 09:13:42 AM EST
Just different.
and frustrating.

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That unconditional love thing gets testsed by Dr H0ffm4n (2.00 / 0) #22 Fri Dec 11, 2009 at 09:45:55 AM EST


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Aye. by Phage (2.00 / 0) #23 Fri Dec 11, 2009 at 12:02:26 PM EST
Changes.

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(Comment Deleted) by xth (2.00 / 0) #11 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 09:22:18 AM EST

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Only two so far with the teething by Breaker (4.00 / 1) #14 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 11:31:41 AM EST
I hear chimneys are back in fashion, so perhaps climbing, fire resistance and gravity immunity are possibly good skills to be teaching in a young boy.


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(Comment Deleted) by xth (2.00 / 0) #20 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 01:56:52 PM EST

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VSTFP n/t by Gedvondur (2.00 / 0) #12 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 10:31:28 AM EST


"...I almost puked like a pregnant StackyMcRacky." --MillMan
amen. by clock (4.00 / 1) #13 Fri Dec 04, 2009 at 10:35:55 AM EST
VS2FP++


I agree with clock entirely --Kellnerin

My daughter. by ObviousTroll (4.00 / 1) #21 Sat Dec 05, 2009 at 10:17:39 PM EST
Last night SWHTL told me that Lamb had begun to experience something I've only heard about through feminine hygiene commercials. This morning Lamb and I were baking christmas cookies when she suddenly stopped and grunted and then went back to cooking.

When I asked her what was wrong, she said, "Well, Dad? Yesterday? I grew up."

She's 12.

Sigh.

She's right, though. It didn't happen yesterday - but over the past few months she's definitely changed from the little kid she used to be.


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