Not Interested In Being Offended

Posted the following on Facebook (picture included) about 20 minutes ago. Then I decided to make it into a blog post because reasons:

laugh at yourself

This is the perfect complement to a FB conversation from yesterday. I was talking about how I love “Squirrel!” jokes but someone found them offensive and out of line. Two things, methinks:

1. While I do not want people to laugh AT me, I do want people to laugh WITH me! I laugh at myself all the time and it’s always nice to have some company when laughing . I don’t take myself seriously. Ever. Seriously. Did I slip and fall? Go ahead and laugh your head off cause that crap is funny as hell (just make sure I am ok at some point)

2. Finding something offensive/being offended is a personal choice. If you find something offensive, that doesn’t mean everybody else does. You know, you might be over-reacting. Hey, it happens! Or you might have a good reason to be offended but that reason may apply to you only. Don’t ask everyone to be offended just because you are, providing the joke/issue is not a matter of human/civil/animal rights and/or equality.

3. Everybody is entitled to their own opinion. But you don’t have to agree with me and I certainly do not have to agree with you.

4. Laughing is good for… Squirrell!!!…..

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S***t my kids used to say

I was tempted to call this post “Shit my kids used to say” but then I thought it is already overdone.  So I’m not doing that.*

But man, how I wish blogging had existed back in the day when my kids were little.  Or smartphones with built-in videocams for that matter.  But they didn’t.  Sadly, I’m starting to forget.  And that IS a shame.

But here’s one that I would never forget.

It happened like this.  We were on our way back home after a pediatrician appointment.  The kids must’ve been three and four.  We were in a taxi, all four of us.  Me, their dad, and the two kids.

They just had had a shot (don’t ask me which one) and we had explained to them why it was so important they got those shots even though they hurt a little.  Their health was very important to us and we didn’t want them to get sick later on.  They asked about all the various vaccines and diseases (with both parents being doctors, this kind of conversation was very normal for us) and then all of a sudden N pauses for a second then proceeds to say very loudly and proudly:

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