Monday, October 23, 2006, posted by Q6 at 8:19 PM
Y'know those games you play in the car on long trips? Like "20 Questions" or "I Spy"? Does anybody know where I can find a comprehensive set of rules for these games? I'm not trying to be anal-retentive or anything, but someone, somewhere must have sorted throught the particulars at some point, right?

My girlfriend and I do the Out-of-State-Plate thing. The punching thing. She seems to think that you have to know which state the plate is from before you're allowed to punch, which makes this more a game of eyesight and corrective lenses than one of observation. Me, I don't mind so much: she saw the plate first, she gets to take the swing. It's not like she's drawing blood or anything.

And while we're at it, does someone have the complete lowdown on "Slug-Bug"? Isn't it true that the kids have to stop playing when the driver starts to scream?
Saturday, October 07, 2006, posted by Q6 at 9:07 AM
When I was in high school, I was on the Speech Team. We went to tournaments about once a month, which meant meeting at school on Saturday morning, riding in student cars, and being gone all day (sometimes up to two hours away). It was fun; I was a part of a school team. We didn't have uniforms or large crowds or rallies or anything, but it felt good to be on a team, in a program . . . I felt like a part of the crowd.

This morning, I dropped my son off at his school. He's now with the "Comedy Sportz League," an improv team connected to the drama department. They have an event today at Upland High School, about 90 minutes away. He was a little nervous (the first event), and given that he's one of a handful of freshman on a team of upperclassmen, I really don't blame him. He's been looking forward to it, though, and so I dropped him off.

And since I left the school this morning, I've felt that this is one of the hardest things I've had to do. I didn't want to go into "over-protective" mode (I mean, I made sure he had enough cash, his insurance card, that his cell phone was charged), but it wasn't easy to realize that my son is developing a life of his own. We all hear people say how hard it is to let their kids go when they leave for college, move out, or get married. I didn't realize that there's a "mini" version of this when they go off to certain school events. The up side of all of this, I suppose, is that my son is growing up and coming into his own.

The down side, of course, is that my little boy is growing up and coming into his own.
Friday, October 06, 2006, posted by Q6 at 8:16 PM
My son invited a few friends over after school today. (Yeah, my house. I guess it's better than them knocking over liquor stores or something.) And I've commented more than once to him that after a day at school, including PE, and just from the fact that he's in a state of full-blown acne-hormone-body-changing-inclusive-puberty, he smells pretty bad at the end of the day.

Do you have ANY idea what five of them in one room smells like?