...making a mockery of all you hold dear...

It's 2006. Do you know where your DNA is?

I'm pretty sure I have mentioned this before, that back in 1987, I signed up with one of these surrogacy agencies that are basically matchmaking services between infertile couples where the male is not the biological problem, and women who will carry a baby for them, either with or without contributing her genetic material. In my case, I did.

So it worked out pretty great, with the woman and I becoming pretty good pals during the course of the pregnancy, and then weaning away over the years that followed. I saw him a couple times when he was little, and then again year before last when he was in Orlando for a lacrosse tourney. But I don't stay in regular contact, you know, as he's a kind of shy adolescent male and she's a nice woman, but not someone I would normally hang out with. The dad was always kind of a non-entity in the relationship all along. He is a football dad kind of guy, and the boy grew up into a hocky and lacrosse kind of kid, and now, well...

My son Alex found him on Myspace the other day and sent me a link. That puts me in the wierd position of having a peek into the somewhat personal life of my progeny. He apparently smokes a bit of bud and parties and who knows what all else. He's always been a very good student, but that sort of thing can get in the way of collegiate aspirations, you know. I just don't know what to think about any of this.

Also, my son Alex has become a union machinist while taking a "semester off" from college. Yeah, like I believe that. Nobody who takes a semester off and starts making union wages goes back to starving student status. Which leads me to wonder...

Drugs=bad for college
Union job=bad for college

Union jobs are as bad as drugs???

My GOD, the GOP was right all along!!