Tag Archives: Clare

Wrestling again

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My son’s wrestling team remains undefeated after victory over the only other undefeated team we play. It was thrilling. I did a lot of cheering and jumping up and down. Who would have guessed that I, an avid hater of all things sports related, would get so into this one?

The best part? When Andrew got home after the JV meet, he was pleased I’d ordered a pizza. We toasted his victory with a bottle of sparkling apple cider. He looked at me and said, “Thanks mom. Really. Thanks. (But I won’t be thanking you on Saturday morning.)” Then he went downstairs to do homework and thanked Clare for going to the meet.

Wow.

Marge vs Dona

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The other evening at dinner, my daughter told me that she didn’t want to hurt my feelings but she thought that Marge Simpson was more interesting than me. Then she went on to explain that she thought I was smarter than Marge, but that Marge did more interesting things than I did. She then proceeded to list all of the more interesting things that Marge Simpson did, but I didn’t. Then Andrew and Dean started listing more things, following Clare’s lead.

My feelings weren’t hurt. I don’t care that a cartoon character has a bigger personality than I do, nor do I care that she has bigger hair than I. Nor that it is blue.

Nope, I don’t care one bit.

My Daughter, the Critic

Family, Film, Reading, ,

Clare and I went out to dinner last night mostly because I was to lazy to cook for just the two of us (the guys went skiing), but also because we’d not been out of the house for something fun in a few days. I’m not sure if Clare considers dinner with mom fun, but she seemed to have a good time.

P4130055.JPGClare talked mostly about reading – her passion. Once again she thanked me for fostering a love of reading in her, which always tickles me, and she talked about what she loved didn’t like about books.

She loves it when the author manages to describe how people look without seeming to describe anything. She hates it when an author uses worn out metaphors and similies to make points in books.

She thinks Stepanie Meyer’s vampire trilogy is poorly written (even worse than the Harry Potter books, she said) but wants to read the second and third books anyway.  I liked what I read of Twilight, but I always was a sucker for vampire stories and gothic type novels.

She has the same kinds of opinions about films, but perhaps not so hypercritical.

I’m quite proud of how she’s turned out so far. Her love of reading will take her places – on a couple of levels. She’s not too bad in math either – last night she even figured out the tip for me.