Well my foray into paintball was exciting. My first time out I didn't get hit once. However, I also didn't fire a single shot. We played at night and basically got lost. Then, yesterday we went to the same patch of woods during the day and went at it. I ended up getting caught in a cross fire and nailed in the ribs. Then later I plugged one of my opponents at long range right in the head. At that point I couldn't get enough and was ready to spend the rest of the summer lobbing paint at everyone. I am definitely hooked!! I'm sure I'll be posting more about this new found obsession in the next several days.
In other news, I got in a big fight with my daughter the other day about the type of music she listens to. Basically she likes the inner-city black pop music that absolutely drives me crazy. In my view, I have lived all my life in backwater rural areas. I have absolutely no interest in the inner-city culture/beat/lifestyle. It stirs my gizzard to hear that sound in my house or even my town. It's not a racial thing at all it's a cultural thing. Inner-city ghetto life is something I abhor. The worst thing is that I have to put up with it on TV and at public events. As if the "popular" taste in music must be everyone's favorite. The heart of the matter is that I do not like to be told what I must like. That's why certain public figures whom everyone says are beautiful/talented but, I find butt ugly or annoying I hate(for instance Julia Roberts, Willem Dafoe, Alyssa Milano, Shania Twain, Beyonce, Jennifer Lopez etc, etc... the list goes on and on).
"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to reform."
Mark Twain - Notebook, 1904
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Today as a relaxed floating on my back at our favorite swimming hole I began to ponder something. Why do people choose to wait until they are old to have children. My mother was 35 years old when she had me. I realize that she was still young but by the time I was in my teens she was in her 40's going on to 50. We never did much together because she never seemed to have the energy or the ambition after working all day.
What made me think of this was watching a 40 something woman in a horrible bikini following around an infant at the lake. I thought at first she may have been a grandparent or something. But, my intuition told me she was the childs mom. I also wondered at those type of parents that simply follow a child around letting them do what they want like they are the slave/nanny to some prince/princess. Is it any wonder why we have a whole society of spoiled brats?
I had a weird run-in with Tess the other day. I made a very rare call her brother for some off-the-wall reason and she happened to be there. She was headed back home and stopped by briefly to see her Dad. Anyway, it was like a lemon for both my wife and I to see her. Both sweet and sour. Overall, Tess seemed ecstatic to see us. However, her jealous boyfriend seemed less-than-happy as usual. Apparently, she cannot have any friends male or female because of him. I think that Tess sometimes plays off of that and sets out to make him jealous for whatever reason. For us that is just too hard to deal with and we are to the point when we dread for her to make her annual trip up here.
Tonight I go to make my first foray into the world of paintball. I'll tell you how it went tommorrow.
What made me think of this was watching a 40 something woman in a horrible bikini following around an infant at the lake. I thought at first she may have been a grandparent or something. But, my intuition told me she was the childs mom. I also wondered at those type of parents that simply follow a child around letting them do what they want like they are the slave/nanny to some prince/princess. Is it any wonder why we have a whole society of spoiled brats?
I had a weird run-in with Tess the other day. I made a very rare call her brother for some off-the-wall reason and she happened to be there. She was headed back home and stopped by briefly to see her Dad. Anyway, it was like a lemon for both my wife and I to see her. Both sweet and sour. Overall, Tess seemed ecstatic to see us. However, her jealous boyfriend seemed less-than-happy as usual. Apparently, she cannot have any friends male or female because of him. I think that Tess sometimes plays off of that and sets out to make him jealous for whatever reason. For us that is just too hard to deal with and we are to the point when we dread for her to make her annual trip up here.
Tonight I go to make my first foray into the world of paintball. I'll tell you how it went tommorrow.
Monday, July 05, 2004
Had an enjoyable 4th of July celebration last night. I went over to a friends house and had a potluck. I ate way too many hot wings and sat out in the sun a bit too long. But, it was nice to hang out with friends and enjoy the summer day.
I was also pleased that my daughters came back from a Civil War Reenactment they went to with their grandfather. I really did miss having them around. In fact, before they got home I was thinking about how lonely it would be around the house to only have 3 kids. Strange eh?
To my great delight I got to sit and talk with my Armenian friend for quite some time. I may help him out with some training for the local police department. More on that later.
I also got to hang out and visit with my old pal Jerkous. He is up here visiting for the holidays. This is the first time I've seen him in well over a year. He is doing well. However, I'm worried about him because he seems to be drinking too much. He is a veteran of the NA/AA groups because of problems with drinking. I've never had a problem with him having a beer or two at my house. But, when he drinks almost my whole 12 pack of beer and then goes to the BBQ and drinks at least a half dozen cups of beer, that is cause for concern. However, I don't think I'll talk to him much about it. Unfortunately, like my older brothers, he comes from a generation that seems to thrive on self-destruction.
I was also pleased that my daughters came back from a Civil War Reenactment they went to with their grandfather. I really did miss having them around. In fact, before they got home I was thinking about how lonely it would be around the house to only have 3 kids. Strange eh?
To my great delight I got to sit and talk with my Armenian friend for quite some time. I may help him out with some training for the local police department. More on that later.
I also got to hang out and visit with my old pal Jerkous. He is up here visiting for the holidays. This is the first time I've seen him in well over a year. He is doing well. However, I'm worried about him because he seems to be drinking too much. He is a veteran of the NA/AA groups because of problems with drinking. I've never had a problem with him having a beer or two at my house. But, when he drinks almost my whole 12 pack of beer and then goes to the BBQ and drinks at least a half dozen cups of beer, that is cause for concern. However, I don't think I'll talk to him much about it. Unfortunately, like my older brothers, he comes from a generation that seems to thrive on self-destruction.
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