Ever since my teenage daughter got a job, my wallet has lost control. Now that she doesn’t need my money (at least not for the necessities, like clothes — tuition, for example, is just a luxury) I have little if any influence in her life.

My daughter, for example, has expressed interest in photography. That’s my hobby. I’ve encouraged her to join the photography club at school. She is very creative and I think would be very good at it, plus it would give us something to do together besides our occasional father-daughter trips to the mall. She hadn’t followed up yet so the other day I told that, if she wants, I’ll buy her a very good camera and I would teach her.

“Maybe,” was her thoughtful response.

Nothing. I’ve got nothing anymore now that she has her own money.

So I tried again. “I’d even share my lenses with you,” I said.

“We’ll see.”

I got desperate enough to offer to share my lenses. Do you know what it takes for a man to share his lenses? But it all means nothing to my teenage daughter. Because she’s got a job.
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Here’s a handy home and garden tip from Blogenberg. When your 70-pound dog decides to try to “dig” through the carpet to get after a mouse (or some other critter) she saw, the result is not, shall we say, Martha Stewart-like.