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Dear friends! Most of you who read and comment on my blogs already know I'm a special boy's mom. But I am also a mom of a very smart, intelligent, creative, beautiful, kind daughter. She is a million times better than me. She is active in various intellectual competitions, writes poems, is interested in history, mythology, space and astronomy, and dreams of working for Nasa. She dreams of designing a large vacuum cleaner that will clean the planet from dirt and change the world. But to build houses in the air that would not occupy space on earth and would not destroy nature. She is worried about the global problems of the world. In particular, pollution, the extinction of rare species of animals and plants on earth, as well as its concern with human cruelty and war. At the age of 10, she outperforms her peers with her outlook on life. So today, as always at the dinner table, we discussed different topics. And she remembered how 2 years ago, participated in the competition on the topic of "the future in 100 years". The best works are in the time capsule. Her picture of the future was one of them. And my daughter and I decided to make such a "time capsule" for her and her brother and school graduates. I usually support any idea of ??children that helps them to develop. So I decided to join and started writing a letter of advice for the future. Of course it is quite voluminous. But I would like to hear your opinion as well. So, what advice would you give to your children graduating from school? From the point of your life, your life experience? Thank you.

how about renewing the relationship? Remarrying/reattaching with the same person? Who hasn't heard of this intriguing life maneuver, and perhaps even considered it for themselves? Spend a little time here and elsewhere on the dating scenes, and up pop incentives a plenty. And the miracles of tincture of time and experience can have much to recommend them. In my case, the mom of our twins and I now have a wonderful friendship, a decade after separating, that seems to get better all the time. To be sure, we still can push each other's buttons, and with her being brighter than I am, it often leaves me in a man huff, in the man cave. Bravo gets to watch it all. I hate his knowing doggy smile at these times. But the bad memories must fight it out with the good. WOW!

She's perfect, on so many levels. And still pretty, in our age group. We separated over parenting prerogatives, but have become best of friends. Doing some car work for her today, and she watches Bravo while I travel. Other examples of mutual help. But we still struggle with pushing each other's buttons. While taking her to work today, so I could use her car for the maintenance, she forgot her computer at her home. On the way to the auto parts store, she called me, in a minor panic, asking for me to go to her place to get it for her. In her describing where in the house it was, I asked a few times exactly where, just to be sure. Several machines laying about---Goddess forbid bringing in the wrong one. I know her work is stressful, and perhaps this prompted the bark on the third asking. In the past, this might (certainly would) have had me return fire, saturating and for effect, but I didn't, struggling with the impulse to do so. This week, I tried to invite her and the girls to watch a concert by an itinerant lady Classical guitar duo from the PRC. Exam time precluded the girls' coming, but Mom texted her interest in just we two going. I declined, lame excuse beaming. So there. A shot at both feet?

Hello ItchyW
May all your sorrows be filled with peace,love and happiness. May all your troubles land up in a kit bag,and smile,smile. May you overcome your heartache and dry your tears.wish i was there to comfort you. 3am S.A time still on duty. Peace and light will shine once more.whatever is the problem. That will become history.

Just talked to my 3rd son, after work today.
I felt that pain, as am supposed helped them in every difficulties they are going through. He was worried last week, as he hadn't received any message that he was qualified for a scholarship exam, as he said it's very important for him. Last Monday he got a message for a positive response. The Exam will be this 21st of October. He had no time to review due to hectic schedules. Being the journalists in school,the editor of the school newspaper. Represent the school journalism competition. He already gave up some of the co curricular activities even his passion in music, as a band and bugle corp's leader as I told him so, as academics is more important .
A lot of projects to submit ..I felt like..it broke my heart..I could not help him with his tasks .
Now he is worried how he could make the scholarship exam , he did not reviewed at all.
The only thing I could help him is to give that courage...stock knowledge is always there and don't worry too much just do your best, and TRUST HIM.
I suggested him to sleep in a hotel on Friday and Saturday for him to relax and will not be late on the exam as our home would take an hour due to traffic and thought he could do some reading.
But Saturday is the awarding and recognition day, he must be there too. Hahhhhh, I could not imagine how busy he is.
But my eldest son, has always that magic in comforting me, "Don't worry mama, everything will be all right."..
Those who believed in God, who reads this blog of mine, may I ask your kind prayer, so for my son not to experience that mental black out during the exam.
I thank you all in advance..

I was inspired by Imp's blog about 'I scream, you scream, we all scream for ICE CREAM' and weeks later I'm getting to actually do the blog.

My dad was born in New York City.
Like most kids, my dad had an after school job. His was making (bicycle) deliveries for a sundries/pharmacy store. I'm told after a while, he was offered a position to work inside at the fountain serving ice cream, making milk shakes, sodas and banana splits. From this job, he actually learned how to make ice cream.

War time came along and he and his buddies decided to serve their country by joining the Navy.

They asked what kind of jobs he had and his answer was "I know how to make Ice Cream" Good... they assigned him to the commissary aboard the USS Missouri where he got to see many stops in the Pacific Ocean. Ice cream on the ship was packaged in thick paper pint-size cartons shaped like 'bricks' hundreds of them.

The story told was the money they made in the Navy was invested in watches and jewelry purchased on shore leave and sold to the guys who had to stay on the boat. The profits from that bought them money to buy raw ingredients to make more ice cream. Soon they were bartering and again turning profits back into their side business. With surplus ice cream they soon sold to guys from other boats docked at the same port.

If you've seen any Navy movies or documentary, they could signal from boat to boat using a version of Morse Code and a signal light.

As 2 boats got close they would shoot a steel cable of the bow of the other boat and they would tighten it. Duffel bags were used to pass mail from boat to boat. When they learned it was the Missouri "Do you have any ice cream?" was a popular request.

My dad was on the Missouri when Japan signed a surrender with the United States. He came home with a badge mounted to a wooden plaque to signify his assignment.

Back to civilian life and my dad tried a being a business owner. Although he was in the right place at the right time, that wasn't his calling in life. Long hours for a guy starting a family was too much for him. He had a sundries store across from a school and bought a new style machine that could make soft serve ice cream. Something different from scooping hard ice cream out of gallon tubs. He had 2 flavors. Vanilla and Chocolate.

His only competition at the time was a guy across town who only had soft serve in one flavor... Vanilla.

I'm told my father sold the business and went to work for someone.

Oh, that guy across town was Tom Carvel.

Could be a men/women topic, but perhaps lots of overlap. All six siblings got to talk a good deal at family dinner/breakfasts after Mom's funeral Mass and interment. Much deeper chats than usual, especially with great eulogy by youngest sister, highlighting humor and strength of our mother, who left us gently in mid nineties. Have been getting great cooperation in my role as executor of the estate. Oddly, it's leading to more closeness and revelations among us all. I've heard this from others, but sometimes I hear of further alienations, especially over assets, and old wounds---real or often merely perceived.

Wonder if some scummy violent home invaiding repeat criminal perp should worry more about one sex or the other when breaking into a home, occupied by an elderly resident, armed to the teeth, and knowing how to use it. Hint--It's a loving parent ---or grand parent, with kids visiting.

Stated in an earlier blog, my associate left town to be with his daughter in her final days. I received a text from a coworker the woman lost her battle and passed away this afternoon.

Death didn't come swiftly as she suffered for months receiving treatments, but it wasn't enough to stop the disease.
I'm rarely at a loss for words when blogging, today being the exception.

Now enough with searching.. I really wanna get married and start a family.
Anyone who got succeeded here?