Help! My daughter is demonic… I mean, my daughter is a teenager!

Well the above may not be an accurate representation of my daughter (although she thinks the photo is extremely cool), sometimes it feel that way. I remember being that age and the whole world seemed to be at a standstill. A day seemed like a week, a week like a month, everything seemed to last forever. Now the Sands of Time flow through my fingers, faster and faster. No matter how I try, I cannot make the sands slow down, let alone stop. I don't dread the day when the sands are gone except for a few grains precariously clutched in (hopefully) old and feeble hands, but I sure as hell ain't looking forward to it. What it comes down to is my daughter is making me feel old. She's growning up, becoming a woman, and I'm falling to the wayside. Uneeded. Few things make me feel old. I have a lot of grey hair, on my head and in my beard. But I've been going grey since I was sixteen years old, so thats never bothered me. I've always had slight lines on my face, and that never changed, never gotten worse. Hell, up until about a year ago, I still felt like a teenager. Now, I feel older than my age (which is still young, Mid 30's). My daughter and I butt heads quite often. Where we used to talk (or more like I talk and she listened intently), now we argue. We still have a lot of the same interests; Anime; Runes and other alphabets, art, etc. We just generally don't talk about them that much anymore. It sucks, and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it other than make myself available when she wants to talk. Luckily my son still like to talk, and we share a lot in common. He likes to play video games with me, work with computer stuff and the like. But in a few years, he'll be as old as his sister, and it will probably be the same thing all over again. Than I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do. Well this sure as hell turned into a bummer of a post! All I really wanted to do was post the picture I had created, and write something quick and witty while trying to cook dinner. What do you get? A long whiny diatribe on how my daughter is making me feel old… Well it happens to all parents, so get the hell over it! Let's see, what's the mid week update. This Sunday my wife and I are going back Flatt's Tattooing . I'm getting more of my tiger stripes filled in and my wife is getting an old amateur tattoo covered up with another froggy. In 4 days, I'll have gone another month without smoking, bringing the total up to 7 months. Spring has well and truely shown up in Connecticut. The leaves are coming out, and everyhting smells green. I can't wait to get back to our long walks, I really miss those. We take short walks and everything, but they just aren't like our long walks. The other day I got into a knife fight with a piece of chocolate… I won, but the damn chocolate wounded me. We had gotten these large chocolate lumps from the local grocery store. They came from the big 20 lbs bars of chocolate that bakers and confectioners use. You literally have to break it up with a hammer. I decided to use my talon bladed knife. A talon blade is one that curves inwards like an old fashion carpet knife. Well (like a dumb ass) I had the chocolate in the palm of my hand, and was trying to put the tip of the knife through the chocolate. In a few minutes I had succeeded, and put the tip of the blade through the palm of my hand. It went in about 1/4 of an inch, and hurt like hell. Worse was when I couldn't move my hand the next morning. Anyways, I was working on my computer 2 days later and had a cup of coffee on my desk. I picked it up with my injured hand, got it half way to my mouth when my hand just… failed. No other word for it, my hand just failed, couldn't grasp anything, and I poured an entire cup of coffee on my wireless keyboard. I spent 1 1/2 hours the next day pulling each key and cleaning them and the undercasing (massively nasty, still had old tobacco in there). Either way, my hand is fine now and if I ever meet chocolate in a dark alley way, I'll just hand over my wallet without a fuss. We've officially been in our new house for a month, and I've really grown to like the place. When I went to deliver the rent, I asked the landlord if he had any complaints about us… He just smiled, said 'No' in his heavy Haitian accent and shook my hand. I couldn't ask for anything better than that. I've been emailing Trey from Trey's Blog , and he's a great guy. Go visit his blog, which he uses to stay sane, and if you need web design done or a myriad of other website related services, he does professional work too. Visit http://www.corewebtechnology.com/  and http://www.cwtdomains.com/  rates and more information. I would like to thank The Doubtful Guest, a techno band on MySpace who keeps sending traffic my way. They use the Dancing Gir animated gif when they post a comment on another MySpace page, and clicking on the gif links back to me, which is very cool. I don't know why they are doing it, but I think its great that they do. So if you are into Hardcore/Techno/Drum & Bass, give them a look. Well I guess thats all until the weekend. As always, leave a comment, or send me an email at lynxsilver@gmail.com . Thank you all for stopping by! Technorati Tags: Lynx , Daughter , Son , Photo , Tattoo , Chocolate , Trey , Doubtful , Guest , Old , Demon