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<rss version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>I’m Lauren.  
This is where I post instant message conversations with my dad.  If you want, I’ll post conversations between you and your dad too.  He doesn’t even have to be black.

You can submit your own conversations with dad at 
conversationswithdad [at] tumblr [dot] com.</description><title>My Black Dad</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @conversationswithdad)</generator><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>teen mom defense league ACTIVATE!</title><description>Me: Where's mom?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: In the dining room having a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: Oh. About what?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: Come again?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: It's about sex and all of the--and I'll use the proper term here--bastards in the church.</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/270987563</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/270987563</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 20:08:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Dad: “That child is ruined.”</title><description>&lt;img src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktlhh29GmC1qzi3omo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dad: “That child is ruined.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/257084258</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/257084258</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:00:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>i'm needy</title><description>Dad:  i gotta go.  was just about to shut down.  have a faculty council meeting to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me:  okk&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad:  may chat during meeting.  most of it will be boring and useless.  but don't quote me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me:  tell them i said hello&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
MAKE THEM KNOW ME&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad:  k.  they asked about you last time.  you're on the agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me:  perf!!&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad:  right after the minutes "hellos from/to lauren smith"</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/235000474</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/235000474</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 09:57:19 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>al for short</title><description>me: facebook suggested i poke a dead girl&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: way to go al g. rithm.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
me: what's up w/ your keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: whaddya mean?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
me: oh that was a joke HAHAH I GET IT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
me: i was like you spelled algorithm wrong</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/234226199</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/234226199</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 16:13:12 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>is weirdness a dominant or recessive trait?</title><description>Me: i wish i had had the foresight to invite someone to come w/ me&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: i'm a loner&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: creepy loner&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: my apologies, again, for your gene structure.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me:  accepted</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/219374785</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/219374785</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 17:36:38 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Daddy was a loser too.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Skyler,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know exactly how you feel up in Huntsville. I can really empathize. When I was in your shoes I studied a lot, played basketball, ran around the track, and felt sorry for my loser self. I didn’t have a girlfriend, a car, nothing. I was just a loser. But, I did know how to type and so I typed a lot, shot a lot of baskets with another loser friend of mine, and stayed in great shape. So, that was good.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My suggestion to you: find a tennis racket or the swimming pool and put some of that energy into exercise. I know that you will love it once you get into a routine. (It’s always good to drop of few unneeded lbs.) I should know; I have plenty of them and I can still exercise at 61!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Love, Your Loving Daddy&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Submitted by Skyler)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/179777027</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/179777027</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 14:13:21 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>conrad murray is still the center of our world.</title><description>Dad: i'm gonna go do nap...my bad, dr. conrad murray...time.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: hahahahahah &lt;br /&gt;&#13;
you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
don't inject anything&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: actually, mom came home early to monitor my propofol drip.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
tell her not too much</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/179723676</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/179723676</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 12:48:12 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>re: the pants</title><description>Dad: under the sink against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
those didn't just "fall" off the sink when someone was handwashing.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: hahahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
OMG&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
wooow&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
did you see anyone walking around with just a button down shirt on?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
pantsless?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
hiding in my office so i don't see that person.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: imagine seeing that out of the corner of your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: LOL that is truly baffling&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: if they were in the middle of the floor, in a stall, lying on the sink, i'd possibly understand...but kicked against the wall&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
 ...that's a puzzler.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: i just crack up thinking of the many scenarios that led to that point&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
i can't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: crack up or get scared.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: personally i'm horrified&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: imagine that guy explaining to his wife that he lost his pants at work.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
or having an afternoon meeting after working out.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
'honey, i need a new pair of dockers. don't ask questions.'&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
"how was class, dear?"&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
"good. lost my dockers, nothing out of the ordinary."</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/174098917</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/174098917</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 15:12:25 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>E-mail from Dad:
It’s the men’s room—public. ...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kp3mxredGP1qzi3omo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kp3mxredGP1qzi3omo2_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kp3mxredGP1qzi3omo3_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;E-mail from Dad:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It’s the men’s room—public.  On the first floor of my building.  Against the wall, under the sink, with a belt.  Who among you has disrobed and left necessary clothing in a public restroom?  On second thought, don’t answer that.  I really don’t want to know. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/174065545</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/174065545</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 14:20:15 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>on drinking and rapists, via twitter:</title><description>Me: my night = drinking a ghetto cocktail and watching octomom on hulu. #imbetterthanyou&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: what’s a ghetto cocktail? i have hendricks gin. ha! #imbetteroffthanyou&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: HAHAH it is this passion fruit welch’s juice [redacted] left here and tito’s vodka. i wanted to get wine but the rapist put the kaibosh on that. &lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: That’s why rapists are bad all around.</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/168626091</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/168626091</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 22:53:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>you know what they say when you assume...</title><description>Me: Did you get a chance to listen to Drake yet?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: No, I've been listening to the Fisk Jubilee singers.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: What even is that? Sounds like homos in bowties.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad:  It's from the 1870s.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: Well they had homos in bowties in the 1870s.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: More like ex-slaves in bowties.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: Oh.</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/155724631</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/155724631</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 12:32:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>dr. conrad murray, part 4</title><description>Dad: but, as for doc murray...any medical professional who has such a low ethical barrier as to administer propofol (sp) to an individual in his home as a sleep aid has to be pond scum at best&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: exactly&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: and not even take the proper precautions. b/c apparently you're supposed to have an oximeter and an ekg on the patient&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: and the patient should be&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: UNDERGOING SURGERY!&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: IN A HOSPITAL&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: yeah. that little detail.</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/152301845</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/152301845</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 11:12:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>dr. conrad murray, part 3</title><description>Dad: lol it makes me laugh too to think that he had a rather refreshing nap and was feeling all good...&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: HAHAHAHA and BAM&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: probably thinking what a good job that was.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: right&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: put a nigga to sleep, go to sleep, get up. get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: "I got a GOOD old job right here!"&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: i bet he smokes.  he probably had a cigarette dangling out of his mouth working with propofol and oxygen tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: with the long ash.</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/151954579</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/151954579</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 21:55:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>dr. conrad murray, part 2, nap edition</title><description>Dad: gotta step away from the computer. get a little conrad murray action going.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: enjoy your conrad murray&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
(ONE HOUR LATER)&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: back...we still have all our celebs, i hope&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: no one died while you were out, did they?</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/151091020</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/151091020</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 17:12:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>dr. conrad murray, part 1</title><description>Dad: btw- conrad murray is going down and he's gonna need more security than salman rushdie&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: OMG i know.  he's going to be assassinated.  they said your boy gave MJ that iv drip then straight TOOK A NAP&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: i hope that was a good nap he got.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: not. worth. it.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: if that wasn't the best nap in the history of mankind...&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: 2 hours of sleep = the loss of the greatest entertainer of all time&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: it'd be funny to do a comic video of him waking up all refreshed and stretching and invigorated and oblivious and on his cell phone talking 'bout his nap.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: until security just says quietly... uh...dr. murray?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: he wakes up and he's like "Aw, damn. Let me go check on this nigga real quick. Hold on."&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: and i never ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/151023991</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/151023991</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 15:11:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>re: the two Kelly Hildebrandts who met on facebook and are getting married</title><description>Dad:  two kellys is weird&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me:  so weird&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: also weird that he flew out and met her after 3 weeks.  creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad:  creeps.  so, when he kills her, will it be suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me:  HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
(www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/5880036/Kelly-Hildebrandt-to-marry-Kelly-Hildebrandt.html)</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/146255696</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/146255696</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 15:32:30 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"my dad's side of the family probably did, but not in our house."</title><description>Dad: you could publish a book of My Black Dad riddles with one answer.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me:  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: q: you ever put your light bill in your child's name because your credit is messed up?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: a: my dad's side of the family probably did, but not in our house&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad:  q: anyone ever tell you: "will the defendant please rise?"&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me:  HAHAHAHAHA i am dying</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/145519591</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/145519591</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 15:08:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>my black dad: celebrity edition</title><description>Me: she (redacted, biracial celebrity) also has a serious case of 'my black dad'&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: well before the interview, she saw the questions and was like 'are they gonna ask me about soul train?' 'i have never seen soul train before in my life-- i'm too young.' and her make-up artists/hair ppl (all black) were like 'you've never seen soul train?' and she was like 'no-- we never watched it. my dad's side of the family probably did, but not in our house.'&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: wow.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: haha yeah&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: q: you ever get in a knife fight?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: a: my dad's side of the family probably did, but not in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: LOL exactly&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: q: you ever eat fried chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: a: my dad's side of the family probably did, but not in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: q: ever cha cha slide at a family reunion?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: q: ever cap a nigga in a drive by?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: a: my dad's side of the family probably did, but not in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad:  oh, so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me:  but so hilarious</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/145502237</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/145502237</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 14:36:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>My black dad</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It’s about time I explain the title of this here blog.  Basically, when I was younger, my entire family was at Six Flags and we saw two adorable biracial kids with their black dad, looking as though their dog had just died.  Two kids! At Six Flags! Sad! And it didn’t look like temporary “you didn’t get me a frozen lemonade” sadness, it looked like “you’re my black dad and I don’t even want to spend time with you because mommy is our primary caregiver” sadness.  Like they were legit despondent that they had to spend a day with their black dad.  That experience led to a meme within our family called &lt;b&gt;My Black Dad&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It’s pretty much a (humorous, I hope) way of pinning anything that’s going wrong in your life on your black dad.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hair won’t hold a blow-out? Blame my black dad!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Car won’t start? It’s my black dad’s fault!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Drank too much last night? It’s because of my black dad!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Forgot to record &lt;i&gt;The Bachelorette&lt;/i&gt; last night?  My black dad is the one to blame!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You see?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So this here blog is pretty much my ode to my own black dad and our gchat conversations I enjoy so much.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/145501516</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/145501516</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 14:34:39 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>my father, the english phd</title><description>Me: thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: your welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: "your" just to be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: of course&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: didn't want you to think i was losing it...well, anymore than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: 'anymore'&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Dad: exactly</description><link>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/142925804</link><guid>http://conversationswithdad.tumblr.com/post/142925804</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 13:59:12 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
