I will sing, sing the new.. How long to sing their song.. Sorry Bono had a hold of my brain for minute.. Quick Updates..on my post from Monday.. My dad's break is pretty bad and it looks like he will have those external pins put on his arm for awhile.. He goes under the knife as I type this.. Damn I feel terrible.. It is what it is.. I think I need to explain part of my post last time.. The whole I never feel comfortable post is about me fitting in.. I look like a big dumb ex football player (everybody thinks I was a guard or something due to my porcine shape) but that is just not me.. Those guys are passionate about fishing and hunting and the outdoors I am not.. I enjoy fishing as long as I am with the right people.. But I have no clue about what tackle to use and I don't wade through the Cabellas magazine sweating at the site of a new rapala. It is just like hunting.. I enjoy pheasant hunting but I don't have 14 outfits of different camouflage patterns.. Given the choice of spending 500 bucks on a weekend in North Dakota I would rather spend that money taking my kids to water park or something.. I am not a great Dad or anything I just enjoy those weekends more..I just want to really love something like that so I can really get into it.. I always feel like I am just doing it because that is what guys do.. It has taken sometime but I have stopped doing things just because I am supposed to like it or because that is what guys like to do.. I am going to go the deer hunting shack with my side of the family but I am not going to go hunting because I really don't want to spend 120 or whatever it is now to buy a out of state license. Actually I love the fact that it is expensive since it give me an excuse for not buying it.. So I go up there wake up early and talk with everybody before they rush out to there stands and why they are preparing to stare at desolate woods for 4 plus hours.. I head off to the local greasy spoon and have a giant omelet coffee and I read the newspaper and finish my soduko.. I then go back to camp and take a mid morning nap and put whatever the hunters are going to have for lunch in the oven.. Wake up around noon have lunch with everybody and watch football and when someone comes back to camp after shooting a deer I help retrieve it or hang it with them. That's just me I really talking to people but I would rather not spend 8 hours staring at a barren woods near the artic circle.. I want to try cross country skiing this winter but I know I don't fit that crowd either.. Anyway I guess we all struggle fitting into molds its just that the big heavy doesn't have any mold to fit in.. Sort of like my pants.. Back on Track..
Weight
I broke a rule of eating at McDonalds when I was driving my dad back but I was able to not have French fries.. One burger is not filling.. I left more hungry then when I came .. But man it tasted good.. The tally this morning was 252 which shocked me since I have not been able to do much since I ripped the veal last week.. Yesterday was the start of the death walk of trying to get 10,000 steps in everyday.. I was able to get that in so I am feeling good.. One day down..
Flag of our Fathers
Finally dragged IJ to a movie.. I was kinda pumped for a private ryan movie experience but I was left feeling shorted.. There is nothing wrong with this movie.. It had superb special affects and the acting was ok and the story was ok.. It just never grabbed me.. It was a story that really could be told in one sentence.. The soldiers where exploited to raise money for the war. It tried to add depth but really it just didn't tell me anything.. I wish it was more of historical film… I didn't feel any emotion.. I just never really cared for the point of view that story was told and I didn't thing the angle on the story added anything..
So I will give it 2.75 baldies just because it was just well done..
Vikings..
Not yet..
More Later
Big less phat out..
