Mr. Hockey ain't got nothing on me!

So for the first time in over 12 years, I played a pick-up game of ice hockey tonight. And it's probably been over 9 years since I last played roller hockey. So needless to say I was real rusty. But overall, I'd have to say I didn't too bad especially since it's been so long. I made a few good plays, and I felt great afterwards...well, with the exception of a couple blisters on the inside of my heels. I think I would've made ol' Gordie proud. I do have to apologize to Cullster since I made a nice head on collision with him. I was looking to my left, and I noticed something last minute on my right and it was too late to stop. It was the old "deer in the headlight" factor. And it's not like I can stop on a dime either, so we collided with force. Actually, come to think of it, I was laying on the ice more than I was probably up on my skates! Hell, if I didn't know any better, you could have just called me a zamboni! I'd charge full steam ahead, and just when I realized that I needed to stop, I'd try to slam on the brakes with no luck and end up with a face full of slush! But I had a blast doing it all. And I'm even though I'm exagerating a little, I still plan on making this a full time deal. One thing is for certain, and I'm feeling my age a little after tonight. Of course the factors would include me not working out or being physically active as much as I should, so may this will help. So maybe when I continue with this bi-weekly tradition, I'll be able to feel like I should at this ripe age of 27. Well, it's time for me to shower up and end this pointless blog entry. Maybe my next entry will actually be interesting!

Handicap...my ass you are!!

It never seems to amaze me how people manage to get handicap stickers. Don't get me wrong...those in need of it, deserve it. But what exact draws the line for christ sake!

So today, my family and I go to the near by Wendy's and I park at the first parking space to the left of a handicap spot. In my few moments of obsession compulsion, I always have to face the window of a resturant...or if no windows are available, I have to sit with my back to the wall. And for the record, any of you "Paid Professional" Psychologists reading this can comment on why one does this...not you back-woods bullshit psychologists! Anyhow, I'm looking out the window while eating my ceasar salad and jr. bacon cheeseburger staring into a daze. I see a car pull into the handicap spot at mach 3, almost blasting into my car. So of course getting a slight temper from that, I watch the "crippled" joke, not walk, or cane themself to the door, but jogs in and proceed to the order line. I start to laugh to myself in disbelief of the whole deal...and continue on with my meal. After about 10 minutes later, my family finished up and started back to the car, but only for the beginning of shock. My wife and I get our kids in their seats, and I happen to look over at the car next to us. Damned if it wasn't the same "crippled" bastard...sitting in his car eating. His wife in the back seat, laying across the seat eating aswell. After help my child with the car seat, I close the door, and looked over again. I see these 50-60 year old slack-asses playing grab ass in their car like a bunch of teenagers. Throwing my arms up and laughing, I make eye contact with the old hag in the back seat and say "oh, ok...they must be handicapped in the head!" Of course they stare at me wondering what that was all about as I drive away.

Well, I'm sure everyone has experienced a story like that at least once in their lifetime. Now to follow onto story #2 about this. Immediately after my dinner, we go to Sams Club to do some shopping. I'm pushing my kids around in a "state of the art (POS)" shopping cart, and of course the cart was full of shit, so it was a pain in the ass to manuver. We got our shopping almost done in record timing...when it happens again. Handicaps... But this one is different...it's the ever so rare old, obese woman cruising around in those electric carts. Just about to grab a gallon of milk from the coolers, I see this lady come around the corner and almost smack right into my cart...and to my surprise stares me down until I move out of her way. At this point, my patience has grown thin. So I did what any other asshole, er, I mean nice guy would have done! Thats right, not only did I NOT move, but I was doing the ol' "date checks" on every fuckin gallon of milk I could get my hands on. Instant glory! Pissed her off to the bone! Now, had she been a nicer lady, and not given me the look of death, I might have moved out of her way. Not this time scumbag!

And to finish up on this entry, I ask one thing. Exactly what does it take to be considered handicapped?? A missing leg? Partially Blind? Deaf? All acceptable. A paper cut? A bleeding AX WOUND? A lazy piece of shit? Hell no!

I'll cap your ass, fool!

I'll start off saying that I'm not intending this blog to become some military/politics basis. It just so happens that yet, another story comes from my reserves. Also, I'm not one to brag or "pat myself on the back." I've always thought of myself to be fairly humble. But since there is history to this story, not to mention the TONS of trash talk that occurs on XBOX live about my skills for shooting, I feel it's acceptable.

While in the Wonder-Land of XBOX live, I've been called many names... From the Christmas Newb catagory, names have rolled off kids tongues like "dousche bag, fag, bitch-tits," you name it. But none are as original as what comes from the Barghest group. Countless times I've heard, "Campy McCamperson, Camping Fuck, Camping Whore, Sniping Whore," and my favorite (although I'll admit it took me a while to like it) "Seawall." It's hard to be good at cooking smore's and pitching tents for everyone. But I seem to like my sniping haven from the moon! Well, finally, all the Halo 2 and Call of Duty 2 games have paid off. Ace finally got his medal. This past weekend, I qualified as "Expert Marksmanship" with the M-16. So to all you bitches that motivated me along the way, I thank you. Any time I hear your words of encouragement, I'll be forever thankful. LOL

Good to Know...

Recently completing weekend "duty" for my newly assigned reserve unit, I stopped at a gas station to get a drink for the hour or so ride home. Now, I wasn't familiar with the area so of course I was cautious of my surroundings. While still in uniform , I go inside, grab a bottle of Gatorade, paid for it, and walked back to my vehicle. Enroute to my vehicle, I hear a truck driving slowly behind me to finally stop, then hear a door close. Not really thinking about it too much, I continue to my vehicle and get in. I no sooner put my seat belt on, and I hear a knock on my window. An old, brittle, gentleman was standing at my door, waiting for me to put down my window. I cracked the window and asked what he needed. He smiled and said, "Sir, I would like to take the time to thank you for serving our country. No matter what is going on in the world, or whoever is in charge of you, always know that there are millions of Americans greatful for the job you all do." Caught off gaurd, I simply just thanked him and gave a hand shake. I watched him walk away in my side view mirror, get back in his truck, and the old gentleman and his wife waved goodbye.

Now, this didn't strike me right away as being a big deal...but think about it. How many times does the average person have something positive to say? Usually if something doesn't go as planned, we're quick to be negative whether it's a comment or an action. I wondered if people would give positive feedback (when credit is due), would it possibly go as far as helping with global relations. As unlikely as that would happen, it ran through my mind on the long drive home. We all can agree the ease of giving seeing the results of negative feedback, but imagine what could happen with positive feedback. Try it, and see what happens.

As far as the older gentleman, I thank you for your up-lifting comments. It's good to know that there still is people that appriciate what others do.