I promised to talk a bit about Gab. She is the most adorable little demon spawn you have ever seen. Aside from your own daughters, of course... I know I am not the most patient person in the world (OK, I'm not the most patient person in my own house) but I have an excuse. I'm sure we all do but take a moment to listen to mine before you judge.
I lived as a bachelor for almost 10 years before I moved my wife and her children into my house. During that time I didn't date and I didn't have house guests unless it was pretty unavoidable. I prefer going to other people's homes rather than having people come to mine. In other words, I lived in a nice, quiet life of solitude. I played my radio when I wanted to hear other people's voices, I rarely watched television unless it was to watch a movie and I never had to hear anything above the mellow sounds of Jazz or Blues mixed with some Classic Rock. None of which ever sounded like the constant droning of a little 6 year old girl that obviously loves to hear herself speak.
So, now that you know a little about me, you might understand why I feel the necessity for purging feelings to this blog once in a while. Some days, like today, might be more of a rambling bit of information but eventually you will develop a deeper understanding of me and a greater appreciation for my reasons for publishing this information in this fashion.
Back to Princess Gab. I call her that because, true to most of the parents of young ladies growing up in these times, she has everything her little heart could desire. Cute little princess outfits and tiaras to top it all off. If this isn't a recipe for disaster I don't know what is. She will sit in front of a mirror and practice her Princess Wave copied directly from Princess Di and all the gobs of pageant primadonnas the Western world has produced.
I'm not entirely sure where she came from to be perfectly honest. I'm pretty sure she came riding in on a wave of her own vocal sounds like a demoness triumphantly taking ownership of her domain. If you were to ever see her in public you would understand what I mean. She captivates even the most stodgy and irritable old codgers as easily as she rings in her classmates and friends. But be prepared for her wrath if you don't do things the way she wants. I've looked into those dark storm cloud eyes when she hasn't gotten her way and felt the crashing waves of discontent broiling against my bastion of self righteousness. One thing I learned from the Marine Corps was to never show fear in the face of the enemy. I keep hoping I won't falter from that in the presence of this little royal package of pain in the ass.
I mention all of the scary aspects of Gab but I should also mention that she can be the sweetest little angel in the world. I'm pretty sure there's a split personality issue here and I certainly wish I could figure out the trigger for bringing out the little angel. For those glimpses into the angelic side of her personality I would climb mountains and fight battles. So, I'm sure that is the siren's call that keeps me from tanning her hide on a regular basis and positive that is what keeps her in new outfits and trinkets from my wife and mother-in-law.
Oh, well. The life of a daddy can be quite an adventure.
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