I am beginning to hate Words With Friends. It is because two of my friends have kicked my writer ass up, down and around the block.
It irks me not just because I am competitive but because I have a larger vocabulary than most people do. I never run out of words but apparently I run out of good combinations.
It sucks to be beaten constantly and it is only made worse because there have been multiple times where I lost right at the end of the game.
I HATE that.
Never Give Up, Never Surrender
Forgive me for using a slogan from a forgettable film, but it is apropos for this discussion. I have a grip that would make a gorilla jealous and a will to win that doesn’t let me just walk away from things. When it gets tough, I get going, but not in the opposite direction.
Yet, I keep losing and it makes me scream WTF because I haven’t figured out what I am doing wrong. It is clear that I am, but I am determined to figure it out.
There are bigger problems and more important issues than this, but sometimes it is the little ticky tack ones that make you crazy.
Self Hosted Blogs versus Free
Bill has a post running today that reminded me of the advantages of a self hosted blog and why I made the change.
Free blogs are great but if the powers that be decide you have violated their Terms of Service they can yank your blog and you will lose everything.
You might not know this, but I have a bunch of free blogs that I still use. They all need to be backed up.
Each of those is important to me for different reasons and I would be irked if I lost them. So I have taken steps to back them up. Better to be proactive about it.
Children and Hard Questions
My son asked me about the Boy Scouts today and why they got into trouble. It is not easy telling a kid that some people are sick enough to hurt children. It is not easy to try and talk about these things in a way that impresses how serious it is but doesn’t scare them silly.
It might have been easier but last week was our conversation about 9-11. My little mister wants to know why people will fly planes into buildings and if I ever am nervous about flying.
He wants to know what I would do if someone threatened the family. I do my best to reassure him and remind him these things are quite rare, but he presses me on the issue.
I make a point to look him in the eyes and I tell him not to worry because I will do what is necessary. He doesn’t say much other than he feels better. I am still superman for a bit longer.
When Father Doesn’t Know Best
Last week my daughter had some sort of misunderstanding with several of her friends. They are eight years-old so I thought I would have some time before some of the drama hit but I was wrong.
The dark haired beauty shared a ten minute story with me about why she and her friends were upset. She told me about how some of them cried and how she wasn’t sure if they could be friends again.
I listened to her tale and asked if she thought it was a misunderstanding. She blew up and told me that I can’t understand because I am a boy.
So I hugged her and told her I loved her. She said thank you and then told me that I still didn’t understand.
Did I mention that my girl already has mastered the female look of death. One day some boy is going to wither and shrink under that glare, but not me. I may not understand but I am still dad.
Something tells m that this won’t be the last time I don’t understand, but I am ok with that. My daughter is smart, strong and has a good head on her shoulders.
But I would be remiss if I didn’t share that I have never seen anything like this with my son and his friends. Maybe it is because I understand boys. 😉
And that my friends is my entry for Just Write #53.