Things that crossed my mind while wondering what is the big deal with the World Cup. I mean, I don't hate soccer but if like soccer and tell me baseball is boring, just go shoot yourself. Just sayin.
We are raising an entire generation of young adults with absolutely no sense of work ethic or pride. And when I say we, I mean people with kids. I've worked with or hired too many of them in the last 10 years who expect to make $100k and get 5 weeks paid to load and unload equipment. OK, that might be a stretch but they do expect a lot for little in return. Too many parents are giving their children everything for nothing. Fancy cars, paying for all of their college, etc. Here's a hint. You want to teach your kid how to work, get them a paper route. Make them commit to working it for one year and thats all the money they get. No allowance, nothing from Gramma on their birthday. Zero. I guarandamntee they understand commitment to the job, attention to detail and financial responsibility after that year. Then make them do it again just to prove the point further. I'll take a paper route kid over one that worked for his dad at the family business any day of the week.
The LBOH is 29 days away. 29 days! 28 days til Ralph and I prefunction like the 1990's. Uncle Scotty, you might want to think about waiting til Thursday to go to camp. Might need a ride. Ralph will need an IV drip of Coors Light and Spam. STAT!!
OK, so I'm a little pissy tonight. I can get that way. I'm combative and right almost always, just ask me. If you have a different way of doing things it doesn't make me wrong, just different. Why is that so hard for some people to grasp. I remember as a young cowboy, I was working at my best friend's ranch one weekend. They didn't ride or gather cows the same way as I had been taught. I told my ranch brother this. He said "Did you get the herd worked alright" I said "yes". He said, "Just 'cause they do it different does it mean they do it wrong. They're pretty good cowboys over there." I've never forgot that. It's gone a long way with me.
Sloan has been gone for four weeks and I'm still sad. Do I need therapy? I mean for this. For everything else the answer is yes. This I'll admit.
My nephew Spencer is a sharp kid. He'll be 6 on June 22. I was in Butte watching him wrestle this weekend. Brother Pat, Spencer's dad, and Spence and me were sitting in the stands. Some older kids were wrestling. Heavy kids. They were going at it pretty good and I turned to Pat and said "It looks like Bill (our other brother) trying open a bag of Cheetoh's". We both got a chuckle out of it. About ten minutes later, Spencer was sitting with his mom and another two heavy kids were wrestling. Alisha burtst out laughing. She turns to Pat and me and says "Spencer just said that those two kids look like Uncle Bill trying to open a bag of Cheetohs!" It was twice as funny when he said it. I chose my words carefully the rest of the day. Who knows when the little shit will make me the butt of my own joke.
I'm not saying my brother is fat. He's just short for his weight. That's all. He claims he's "big boned". He's big waisted that's for sure.
I'll say this about Bill, he's as fun as they come. You can't find anyone to say a bad word about him. Except for maybe a couple of ex-girl friend's and that might even be a stretch. A great sense of humor and huge laugh and he'll always have my back. Always. It's a nice quality.
I talked to my mom last night. Don't call her often enough. She sounded great. Mom doesn't have the link to this blog. Not saying she wouldn't like it but, well I am saying that. She's a democrat. We don't talk politics anymore. A few years ago she said, in her sarcastice jabbing tone that I can't even begin to describe here, "I can't believe you're a republican." I said "Mom, you raised be to be self sufficient, value life and be responsible for my own actions, what I can't believe is that you're a democrat because they don't believe in any of those." We haven't talked politics since.
Going to Malta in two weeks for my best friend from high school daughter's wedding. That was a mouthful to type, or a handful I guess. It will be a great time. Pat's kids' birthdays are just before and after. Spencer on June 22 and the twins on July 9. Did I mention that Spencer is going to be 6? I think I did. The girls will be 5. You read that right. Not a lot of distance between them. Another Spencerism coming up. When Pat and Alisha bought their new house last fall the kids finally had seperate rooms (Spence in one and Syndey and Sammi in the other) as they had all been in one. Spencer was way worried that his room was too far away from the girls. HE'S ACROSS THE HALL! "It's a long way Uncle Chip but I can get there pretty quick if they need me."
Top Chef starts this week and I'm not even prepared to blog about it. It's set in DC and I'm sure that everything will be "pro" President I'mincompentent. Troll, if you are still reading this mindless crap that I put out, please email me with your thoughts on Top Chef. I'll keep it on the DL. I have absolutely no problem with taking your stuff and making it look like it's mine. Trust me when I say I've been stealing other people's material and making it gold for years. It's what I do. I won't plagiarize. I'll change just enough of your in depth culnarity expertise, tweek it with a few redneck remarks and voila! We have an MRM original! Just like Barack's masters thesis.
Speaking of the highly educated street thug, is there a better of example of how an Ivy League education is absolutely worthless? The last four president's have come from Harvard and Yale. Is there anyone reading this who doesn't think they are smarter than any of these guys. I for one think I am smarter than any two of them. Pick the subject and give me three weeks to prepare and I will beat any of them in a debate. I'll even go to happy hour, hours, whatever, before the event, drink Crown two fisted and I'll still have more game than any of them. Especially Obama.
Does not really liking Facebook make me a bad guy? I mean, if that's what you like I'm fine with it, but I'd rather exchange emails or IM. Just sayin.
I need an easy cookie recipe. Something that is almost impossible to screw up.
Life is a work in progress. For all of us. Don't sweat the petty things. You know the rest