Burpday

 

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I celebrated my 36th birthday on Saturday. My wife gave me a nice collage (which I forgot to bring to work, dangit) of me & Nikolai. It’s very sweet and I can’t wait to have it here. I also received a tackle box to use for my gun cleaning supplies (thanks for the idea Nutnfancy), and a whole bunch of gummy cola candy (it is the Manna of Mike).

Of course, the big present was the one I bought for myself. I went to the Amon Amarth concert at the Meridian in Houston. This stuff is death & Viking metal at its finest. I did have a date, one whom I found on Craigslist. She said she had a good time, but she was really out her element. She’s more of a pop rock fan. Oh well. That part was a bit disappointing, but what can you do?

I went to the local Tea Party protest on the 15th. What a disappointment. It basically turned into a prayer session. There was an eclectic bunch there. There were the obligatory Ron Paul Zombies (as we are home to Ron Paul’s district), Sarah Palin Zealots, representatives from about every nursing home in a 30 mile radius, small business organization members, a few kill-em-all-and-let-God-sort-em-out types, and plain folks who just wanted to see what was going on.

Buddy “I wanna touch your teens” Scott was there. He creeps me out. He was the “featured” speaker, which goes to show how painfully Baptist the event was. Tax has nothing to do with God.

The event organizer tried to keep the event on task, but it was no use. I left before it was over, more mad at the ridiculous than at the government. I don’t mind that the folks around me have high morals and such. Our religious community serves the people pretty well, so I can’t complain. However, I like to keep my politics and my Jeebuses separate, ok?

This is probably one of the reasons I don’t have many local friends. At work, I don’t fit in the sense that I have to adjust to accommodate others. A social chameleon, per se. I am not a church goer, but don’t talk about my beliefs in front of those who do. I am not a fisherman or hunter, but can “talk-the-talk” when necessary. I hate having to do that. However, if I didn’t, I’d be completely alone.

And the few people we DO consider friends usually have such lifestyles so much more complex than ours that we don’t fit into their world very well. *sigh*

Ok, I wanted to post a whole rant about how depressed I was (I always get bummed around my birthday). But, I just don’t feel like it. It’s the same BS that you read here. Made mistakes, dwells, work, marriage, friends, blah blah blah.

Ok, I am out. I promise to write more this weekend. Something fun. I am behind in my country rant as well.

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