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MY PAIN IS YOUR GAIN

I'm a single father of two beautiful chidren and I live in Novato, CA. I am also the embodiment of several neurotic tendencies. But you will find that out soon enough.

I'll be writing honest blog entries about my trials and successes as a single father. Tune in to hear about my foibles and learn about all the mistakes you shouldn't make. I take the hit, you gain the knowledge.



You can find older posts at the bottom of this column.
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THINGS I'M ENJOYING LATELY

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Chemotherapy.


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Radiation Treatments.



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Nausea.


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Hair Loss

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Depot Dad Peev #4289

Okay, its a new year. In fact it is the year 2009. But you probably already knew that.

But I’d like to ask you to do something. Would you please say the new year out loud as you read this? Go ahead. 2009.

Well, if you are like most people you probably said this...

“Two thousand and nine.”

Now unless you are reading over mom or dad’s shoulder, odds are that you were born in the twentieth century. And it is a pretty safe bet to conclude that in those formative years, you got used to saying the year as. “Nineteen ninety-two,” or whatever.

Yes, Nineteen ninety-two. NOT, One thousand nine hundred and ninety-two. I mean, come on, so many syllables in that second choice! Of course we avoid it. Nineteen ninety-two just sounds so much cleaner.

So why do people insist on saying Two thousand and nine? It sounds infinitely better to my ear to say Twenty oh nine. And thankfully, these odd “Oh” years will be over in a few months, and people can start saying the even shorter, Twenty ten. Whew!

And I’ll bet that if you are over one hundred years old, you and your family said Nineteen oh nine. So why haven’t we adopted the same rule in this century? People are just crazy.

Please do Depot Dad a huge favor and see if you can get in the Twenty-something groove. Got it? Good.