Paint Dry

I know, waiting for me to update my blog is like watching paint dry.

Well, the thing is, I've just not *felt* like adding anything to my blog lately.

Let's see:

1. I got a new job at a bank. I'm a systems analyst now. I was a software developer, but this new job has some definite points over the old:
a. The mimimum work week is 40 hours instead of 50 hours.
b. I get paid a lot more money than I made before.
c. Retirement benefits here are much, much better.
d. Much less stressful work environment.

2. Bekah's been going through a big growth spurt. How do I know? She told me. We stopped a Burger King™ a few days ago to get Brittany a salad and shake. I bought Ben and Bekah each an Icee™ drink. I got myself a jumbo-sized chocolate shake.

We'd just had dinner about an hour earlier, but Brittany had missed it. As we pulled out, Bekah whined, "Why didn't you get me any fries, dad? I'm hungry."

"You just had dinner!"

"I'm going through a growth spurt. I need a lot of food."

So, I pulled into KFC™ and got her some potato wedges and myself and Ben a KFC Snaker™.

Don't you like all my TMs?™

3. I had a very interesting conversation with my son Bob the other day. He was filling out his course requests for next year in High School. He'll be a Senior™ (I just felt like putting a TM there for no particular reason).

Anyway, I told Bob to "take it easy" his senior year. Don't over do it son. Take as *few* classes as possible to graduate. You'll be able to pick up classes in college, etc.

So, what does my disobedient son do? He signs up for 6.5 credits instead of the minimum 5.5! Not only that, but he specifically writes a letter to the head of the English department and asks to be part of the AP English class! Not only that, but he signs up to take the highest level Math class available.

We had this conversation the next day, "I'm sorry dad. I signed up for more classes than I needed."

I'm like, "I never expected to have my son apologize to me for taking too many classes in High School."