Beer, Boobs and Baseball

I want to write about Boobs, Nancy likes it when I write about her so if I wrote about Nancy's boobs I could cover both ideas with one blog.
Actually I was in the gym yesterday and watching a seventy plus year old man checking out the girl on the tread mill next to him, her boobs specifically.

Boobs is a great word! And yes I am twelve.

I believe I will get to the point now, guys really don't change all that much with age we like girls, sports, beer, tools, trucks and food everything else is just a time filler. I spent last evening with my oldest son building a ping pong table. Some assembly required my butt all assembly required is a better description.

The evening was nice two boys two beers and lots of tools. I listened, I watched and I sat back I could have cranked out the job and not slowed down but I chose to watch a young guy starting to turn into a young man and a good one at that. This one will be bird number two that will leave the nest. He signed a few weeks ago to play Baseball for Wabash College and leaves this August. He likes all the above mentioned items also and it is nice to hear from a younger point of view on topics. But its still fun to watch the old farts now and then too.

I should be

I should be reading but I am not, I should be planning a climb but I am not, I should be doing any number of things but I am not. What I have been doing is spending way to much time looking at brain dead stuff on the web including Face book which is quite possibly killing brain cells as we speak.

There is something to be said for Face book I have become re-acquainted with two friends that I had lost touch with and I missed, but on the other hand my status shows one hundred and twenty one friends most of these people are not really friends they haven't been part of my life for years and some of them never were friends and still a few of them I am not sure if I had ever even met. Then there is a few that I have become re-acquainted with and quickly remembered why we went separate ways.

Then there is my kids friends I have a hand full of them on Face book and could probably add several hundred more, this just seems weird if I post something to them I feel like an odd ball and if I don't I feel like I should have.

Not sure if I even like Face book but if I have fifteen minuets to kill it seems like I always find my self there. I like seeing people I know and what they are doing, but the original idea of it was to help drive my LLC this did not happen what has happened is me not doing what I should be...

Merry Christmas

Christmas wasn't always celebrated in the US the way it is today. In fact, the Puritans of Massachusetts banned any observance of Christmas, and anyone caught observing the holiday had to pay a fine. Connecticut had a law forbidding the celebration of Christmas and the baking of mincemeat pies. A few of the earliest settlers did celebrate Christmas, but it was far from a common holiday in the colonial era.


Before the Civil War, the North and South were divided on the issue of Christmas. Most Northerners thought it was a sinful display, while Southerners saw it as an important social occasion. The first three states to make Christmas a legal holiday were in the South: Alabama in 1836, Louisiana and Arkansas in 1838. It did not become a US National holiday until 1870.

Christmas celebrations and traditions, as most of us in the US celebrate them today, became more common in America during the mid-1800s. The introduction of Christmas services in Sunday schools reduced religious opposition to a secular festival, as opposed to a somber religious day, while the Charles Dickens novel A Christmas Carol popularized the holiday as a family event, and women's magazines promoted the ideas of decorating for this holiday.

Some scholars suspect that Christians chose to celebrate Christ's birth on December 25 to make it easier to convert the pagan tribes. Referring to Jesus as the “light of the world” also fit with existing pagan beliefs about the birth of the sun. The ancient “return of the sun” philosophy had been replaced by the “coming of the son” message of Christianity.

Many Native Americans in North America, and Aboriginal groups elsewhere in the world, as well as other pagan religions such as Wicca, did observe a celebration near Christmas time, called the Winter Solstice. The Winter Solstice is the longest night of the year and falls on December 21-22 and was celebrated in the Americas long before European influence arrived. Different Indian tribes associate different beliefs and rituals with it.

All you ever need

To answer a question that I am not obligated to answer but will for the benefit of those who really do love me. “How do you become a success?” The answer is simple find that one person who believes in you at the end of a bad day if you know above all else there is one person who believes in you and your love is true you will do what you need to do to not disappoint them.

I met an angel that rescued me, all she had to do was believe in me and she did. Not an easy thing to do I was twenty three and an absolute animal but instead of moving on she pushed me to my full potential not that she had to push, I wanted to go where she led.

I need to be believed in and it feels good coming from some one that you have always believed in.

To my angel love you Nanc

You can move on now

I want to rail on a few people and their bad attitudes, judgmental ways and bullshit religion. But I wont, I will stomach it down and maybe it will pass and just maybe I won’t see them for a long while. They don’t like me or my family yet when they find their self’s in need of a dollar they will call to borrow money which they will never re-pay.

They wander in my home and take a visual inventory they put a price tag on every thing I own and they think they know how it was acquired. While they were busy bitching about working forty hours a week I was trying to finish seventy hour work weeks.

They think every thing comes easy to me where were they when I buried a child, did they visit me when I checked in to Fairbanks, I wonder where they were each time I laid to rest one of my three friends, did any one of them call when the housing bubble busted to understand the pain it caused to the eighty six employees I had to lay off, how about checking on my two family members that deal with anxiety that makes them feel like their skin is crawling, just once ask how I am doing after having surgery to remove part of my spine, or give a hoot that my wife buried two parents and a friend in under a three year time period? No they did not nor do not call they do not even know most of these things ever took place.

But they will continue to pretend I have wronged them because I no longer bother to give them a second glance. In their minds I have it easy and things just fall in my lap and everything I own was given to me so in turn I owe them.

So to each of these people I say God Bless you I pray all of you have wonderfully blessed lives, but move on I no longer have a need for you.

Mistletoe

Mistletoe was said to be the sacred plant of Frigga, the goddess of love. When her son, Balder, dreamed of his death, Frigga rushed about seeking promises that her son would not die. Unfortunately, Balder’s enemy, Loki, tipped an arrow with Mistletoe and gave it to Hoder, the blind god of winter who killed Balder with it. He was brought back to life by his mother when she shed tears that turned into Mistletoe berries, so Frigga kissed everyone who passed under the tree on which it grew. From that time on, anyone who stood under the mistletoe would receive only a kiss; no harm could come to him.

My kind of tree

 

Christmas is not my favorite holiday but this helps.
PS the tree has monster feet.