My dad has finally got himself on the internet. I think he read my blog, and now I feel like I'm grounded. He is upset about some of the content here, and though he didn't cite anything in particular, I think he is referring to my name-calling my children. Freeloaders, ankle-biters, the gamut. I didn't think I would offend anyone with those names, as I certainly have more explicit ones.
He told me everyone can see everything I am posting. He told me that once its in cyberspace, it never goes away. I guess this would freak me out if I were running for Governor, but I gave up that goose after my 6th DUI.
Ha! Just kidding, Dad. I never got a DUI, even though sometimes I probably should have. Governor's out, but President isn't... Besides if I'd have gotten a DUI you would have been the first to know, in spite of your inability to forget or forgive any of my mistakes.
Now, my dad's usually right. I'll give him that, but he still has yet to stop me from doing something I really want to do. I must get that from some strange and distant relative, cuz I sure don't get it from him OR my mom.
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