As much as I love fall, this year’s is proving to be a bit more difficult than normal. You see, Sarcasmo is a senior in high school this year and that means it’s college application time.

Oh, yeah. You can bet that’s going well.

The problem, you see, is that Sarcasmo is like a lot of typical [...]]]> by Richard

As much as I love fall, this year’s is proving to be a bit more difficult than normal. You see, Sarcasmo is a senior in high school this year and that means it’s college application time.

Oh, yeah. You can bet that’s going well.

The problem, you see, is that Sarcasmo is like a lot of typical young dudes. That is, he’d like to do the least amount possible. For anything. Which means when he sees the word optional in a college application form, he thinks that means it’s actually optional. Instead of a one-word euphemism for “You must do this or you have no chance whatsoever of ever actually attempting to darken our doors, you scum.”

I might be overstating the case there. Slightly. But not by much.

The good news is that most colleges accept — nay, encourage — you to apply online. Those online applications are great, even if only for one reason: you don’t need to use a bottle of white out per page.

Back in the dark ages when I was preparing my college applications, I had to hand write or type every single bit. Which meant when I did make mistakes, and I did make mistakes, I had to either start over with a brand-new application, filling in all the stuff I’d already filled in, or I had to whip out the white out. Neither of which option was all that great.

Being a young dude, I compensated by only applying to two colleges. Fortunately, it was an earlier age and you could actually get into an out-of-state college fairly easily and, frankly, I got lucky.

Sarcasmo doesn’t have that first out and we can’t rely on the second.

Which makes working with him on all those short answers all the more fun. One leading question consisted of “My friends would be surprised if they knew what about me?” He had 250 words for his response. His answer, before I got out the whip and the chair, was nine words, including “My friends would be surprised if. . . ”

And the good news is I get to do this again next year when it’s Zippy the Monkey Boy’s turn in the barrel.

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The middle young dude, Zippy the Monkey Boy, goes to a private school, which means we pay (out the nose) for his education. And the lovely thing is this means it’s like he’s going to college for four years before he goes to college.

Anyway, there are times when he’s overjoyed to be going there and [...]]]> by Richard

The middle young dude, Zippy the Monkey Boy, goes to a private school, which means we pay (out the nose) for his education. And the lovely thing is this means it’s like he’s going to college for four years before he goes to college.

Anyway, there are times when he’s overjoyed to be going there and I’m a little suspect. Today is one of those times.

Every year, the high school portion of his school packs up and the young dudes and dudettes head out to camp. Yes, they’re going to Camp Cheerio, the same place Zippy the Monkey Boy, Hyper Lad and Sarcasmo, have spent so many happy summer months.

Now, the school says this three-day excursion is an exercise in team building and getting the students into a different setting to work on their educations and their approach to learning.

Me? I’m thinking it’s more of a mini-vacation for a group of students, who already have far too many days off during the school year.

Yes, I am turning into a grumpy old man. Why do you ask?

Zippy the Monkey Boy loves it, though, so I’ve decided to quit griping. At least in public. Well, at least where he’s likely to notice it anyway.

The good news is that it’ll be two days where I won’t have to actually dynamite the young dude out of bed on school mornings and that’s always good for my blood pressure.

So, I guess, cheers!

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And the answer is, of course, naked. Very, very naked.

Oh, so you want to know the question. Simple. The question is this: How am I going to be running around the house and screaming today?

Today, you see, is the first day of school for all three little dudes. It’s time for a bit of a [...]]]> by Richard

And the answer is, of course, naked. Very, very naked.

Oh, so you want to know the question. Simple. The question is this: How am I going to be running around the house and screaming today?

Today, you see, is the first day of school for all three little dudes. It’s time for a bit of a celebration.

It’s been a long summer. An it’s been a short summer. Every year I have a love/hate relationship with the summer months. I know it’s one less summer that I’ll get to spend the with little dudes when they’re actually little dudes. That’s the part I love: sleeping late, hanging out, going and doing just because we want to go and do.

And then there’s the last couple of weeks before school begins again. That’s when it all comes crashing down. They’re getting on each other’s nerves and bickering like they’re getting paid for it. Which gets on my nerves. A lot. Which makes me crankier than usual. Which annoys them. Etc., etc., etc.

All of which accounts for the fact that I plan to be naked (because there’s no on else in the house to laugh and point), screaming and bouncing (with blinds decently closed, of course) on this, their first full day of school.

I’m sure in a couple of days or a week or so, I’m going to start regretting that bit of excess. Especially if anyone gets pictures again this year. I really hate nanny cams. Apropos of nothing. I’m going to start missing having them around all the time. Getting leisurely hugs and mangled morning talk when we’re not in a hurry to get them off to school.

But, now? Today? Naked city, baby. Naked city.

If you value your sanity and don’t want your brain scrubbed to extinguish annoying images, don’t come a knockin’.

*as in, all quiet on. . .

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