Post by: Guest on October 14, 2005, 07:56:52 PM
Post by: thorn on October 14, 2005, 11:02:34 PM
not that long ago i had a really good answer for this, things i really enjoyed, people really suck sometimes.
my motorcycle should be insured/legal again this week, that'll be something
maybe eventually if i get more $$ guns will be more than something "just in case", an actual hobby.
my cat. the little things. hobbies, sunshine, viewing nature
i used to have more enthusiasm.
bummer not having a social life.
Post by: MaterDei on October 15, 2005, 05:14:42 AM
#2 - My darling little bride
#3 - My children
Post by: esheato on October 15, 2005, 06:22:24 AM
Post by: InfidelSerf on October 15, 2005, 07:57:13 AM
Family
Country
Kitties
After that its Cabernets, Stouts, motorcycles and firearms
Post by: duck hunt on October 15, 2005, 08:27:31 AM
Post by: Moondoggie on October 15, 2005, 09:02:31 AM
For 35 yrs or so I lived to work. Now I live to enjoy the fruits of that work.
Early mornings in the hot tub with a great cup of Joe OR evenings in the hot tub with a good bottle of beer.
Tearing the center out of a bullseye...matters not if anybody else is around to see it.
My beloved and I completing each other's sentences, or both of us saying the same thing simultaneously.
Putting the last round of newly reloaded ammo in the box!
Post by: Standing Wolf on October 15, 2005, 09:11:17 AM
Post by: Fly320s on October 15, 2005, 02:38:26 PM
Post by: matis on October 15, 2005, 02:48:50 PM
Oh, and New York style CHEESECAKE!
matis
Post by: Guest on October 15, 2005, 03:23:08 PM
Post by: Felonious Monk/Fignozzle on October 15, 2005, 03:26:28 PM
To love my wife, lead my family, and learn to worship my Creator.
To enjoy the journey, and not just strive relentlessly for the destination.
To fly in the face of worthless tradition,
To reinforce valuable traditions.
To comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable.
To stir up a whole heap of agitation for those who make stupid assumptions and who stand in judgement of others with no basis of truth.
Post by: The Rabbi on October 15, 2005, 04:10:18 PM
Post by: Justin on October 15, 2005, 07:22:29 PM
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Because dying is boring. And fascist. big_smile
Transhumanist, eh?
Post by: Nathaniel Firethorn on October 15, 2005, 09:09:51 PM
Now, if He'd only let me in on it...
- NF
Post by: HForrest on October 15, 2005, 09:35:07 PM
Post by: Antibubba on October 15, 2005, 09:59:49 PM
Post by: Tallpine on October 16, 2005, 09:11:05 AM
Post by: Monkeyleg on October 16, 2005, 12:28:04 PM
Post by: Guest on October 16, 2005, 12:40:14 PM
Post by: Declaration Day on October 16, 2005, 12:55:14 PM
Post by: Guest on October 16, 2005, 12:57:39 PM
Post by: grampster on October 16, 2005, 03:06:53 PM
My personal philosphy in life is to wake up in the morning, put on my pants, walk out the door and see what happens. Has worked well for 62 years, so far.
Some wag in the newpaper also kind of summed up my reality. "The nice thing about being a pessimist is that you are constantly either proven right or pleasantly surpised."
Post by: Guest on October 16, 2005, 03:09:48 PM
Post by: grampster on October 16, 2005, 03:44:18 PM
Plus, I've found myself wandering around with my zipper down a lot lately. Nobody notices that either.
Post by: matis on October 16, 2005, 05:40:53 PM
Hmmmmm. Difficult question to answer coherently.
My personal philosphy in life is to wake up in the morning, put on my pants, walk out the door and see what happens. Has worked well for 62 years, so far.
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Quote: Barbara
If you really want to shake things up, try the same routine, but without the pants.
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OK, Barbara, Grampster, I've been fooling around on these boards for a number of years, now.
I have fun.
But if I never had any fun AT ALL before, this exchange alone would make it all worth-while!
You guys get the CIGAR!
(P.S. - What do I do now about my own WET pants?)
matis
Post by: Guest on October 16, 2005, 08:38:39 PM
To leave something behind that is not affected by being burnt.
Comes from something I read once - Only thing left of a person' life is that which don't burn
Philosophy II: Leave me the hell alone , cause I damn sure plan on leaving you alone.
Simple Life Dealie: Wake up, breathe in /out, put one foot in front the other, do what is in front of me at the moment, Go to bed , Awake, Repeat. Until such time this cycle gets broken.
My attitude is there are NO Absolutes, 'bout the only one that may be is - if one ever draws a breath - someday they won't.
Post by: 280plus on October 17, 2005, 02:15:47 AM
Post by: grampster on October 17, 2005, 10:01:50 AM
You are a much more complicated critter than you explained above. Too many interesting facets to ya'll my son, for that to be accurate. Take one step back and a deep breath.
PS: Matis
Depend on yer Depends.
Post by: Guest on October 17, 2005, 10:46:13 AM
There is not enough bandwith, or time for me to list all my faults and misgivings. I know, I got cramped hands/ fingers, run out of ink, run thru legal pads doing an inventory once and again some years later on. Best part was when I faced it with another, and the legal pads were tossed in a roaring fireplace.
I am reponsible and I own those things.
Been sober since 1984. I find I am in a dead run for simple. I appreciate Serenity and Simple. I recall my Mentors and Elders, I was attracted to what they had. I hung with older folks, still prefer to.
Mentors and Elders are gone now. I had some momentos, some are lost, some burned up in a fire. All I got is the memory of what didn't get lost or burnt.
I also have things fire will not erase, some bad times, some bad folks, and even the fact time has passed, some folks are gone, or I have removed myself from playgrounds, playmates, playthings, folks, family, friends...well they remain -
It is that hoping I shared teaching a kid, to shoot and he teaches another , and this is taught again ...
Maybe the lady I did the teaching with , and her kids being taught, and they...
There are some single shot shotguns I have given away, some are still passing forward...
Some of my Competition guns are still winning and getting prizes...
The guns may burn up, get lost or stolen. The lessons and memories I remember, I hope for these folks they do to.
Little stuff, like walking the property with a dog, reading a book, whittling a stick...something I did with someone...and they too pass these things forward.
At this time, I am having to start all over - again. Doesn't seem to get any easier each time I have been thru this either. Oh I have been totally at fault before. This time - yeah I made some mistakes, just this time TPTB really are at fault. Handling this I goof along the way. I admit so.
My goal this time is not to make - or make less mistakes. I want simple , more than ever. I do not need or want a big house, car or whatever. I do want to replace the cash in Hill's Bros cans I had. I do want to get this semester over, I do want to leave.
So making inquiries of where to go with not much but what I have in a storage room, and what little I keep close to make it 24 hrs a day. Get a job I can still take classes around when can. Build a new life, a simple one. Just as soon work out of the house one of these days to save wear and tear on a vechicle, drive time, parking and such. Get a dog, share a can of Vienna Sausages and walk the property to see what we can see. Don't own a TV, only reason I'd get another is to see some VHS movies and training tapes I have. Still something about reading Ruark to a dog, and listening to the rain outside...
Maybe when it lets up me and the dog can shoot tin cans off the back porch. Nope, the dog wants me grab a single shot .410, go check on the quail, see if any deer on the fringes, chase a rabbit, bark at the squirrels...
Simple.
Post by: Felonious Monk/Fignozzle on October 17, 2005, 02:07:52 PM
Quote from: sm
run thru legal pads doing an inventory once and again some years later on. Best part was when I faced it with another, and the legal pads were tossed in a roaring fireplace.
I am reponsible and I own those things.
You know Steve, I think that's why I want to read every single one of your posts.I am reponsible and I own those things.
There is a lifetime's worth of back story behind every sentence you write.
And while I think that many of us may have a storied and colorful past, not many of us manage to allude to some chapter or verse (at least, it SEEMS that way) with every line of every post.
I find reading your posts alot like listening to Radio Theater; I can "see" a whole bunch of stuff going on as I read through them.
Thanks for that,
Fignozzle, Felonious Monk, Ben, whatever you want to call me.
Post by: grampster on October 17, 2005, 02:24:18 PM
If variety is the spice of life, ole Steve is a habenero (sp?) pepper.
Steve, I started out in the '40's collecting metal, magazines, bottles, paper etc and turning it over two old boys that paid kids for bringing that stuff to them. They were recycling before it became something new the ecologists "invented". Then in the 50's newspapers, AM and PM and a weekly on Thursday. In the '60's worked in a drug store to pay for college and then was a leo for 7 years. That led to 38 years in the insurance bidness. Never started over. Just onward and upward. Rather staid existance. *yawn* You've had life dealt up to you in all its raw glory. Savor it.
I read the things you ruminate and chew about and grin and grieve over the multitude of machinations in your life. You've shoved a bunch wooly bugger into the sack of your life, podnuh. Probably why you yearn for simple. (Just like single shot 28 ga., simple) I wish you Godspeed on that mission, my friend. It is honorable and deserved.
We've talked about Ruark and The Old Man and Boy in the past. It would be good to be delivered up to that; on a blustery, sleety, gloomy overcast morning, full of eggs and taters and a couple rashers of bacon and home made toast with Gran's home made cherry jam, while the pintails, woodies and black ducks flare over The Old Man's hand carved decoys in the swamp.....sigh.....
Post by: Guest on October 17, 2005, 04:20:49 PM
There will always be someone worse off than me
Hey for funzies, and to take a break from some homework I have no idea how to do right...
Well the yard is mowed and all and being as I have noticed a number of wabbits around here lately...
Well...I wondered if I still had the touch. Fishing line, cardboard box , prop stick, 4 cell maglight, part of a sweet 'tater.
Ambient light in the city...motion lights come on, wabbit ignores...hop, hop,hophophop to the sweet tater. He starts to leave and hit 'em with the light beam - oh yeah he froze. Pull cord and I gots me a Wabbit under cardboard box.
I stroll over, remove box and he is shaking like a leaf. I tell 'em [ yeah I really did] it was okay to leave, and take his sweet tater with him. I walk off with the box and all, last seen 'em in the corner of yard, looking over his shoulder at me with that pc of sweet 'tater.
I dunno always been one to harder on myself than anyone else could. Competitive streak too. I like to challenge myself at times... a bit too much I admit.
Still - when is the last time you got a wabbit under cardboard box?
Post by: grampster on October 17, 2005, 04:28:57 PM
Post by: Guest on October 17, 2005, 04:42:05 PM
You want me to show up and show you how it is done?
I still gots plenty of 30# fishing line I can bring...
Post by: grampster on October 17, 2005, 05:05:09 PM
Post by: Capteddie on October 19, 2005, 01:11:47 AM
Son
Dogs
Post by: charby on October 19, 2005, 05:35:34 AM
Myself- if I didn't, I could choose to die at anytime, get busy living or get busy dying
Today- Just to experience everything out there to be experienced
Tomorrow- Today might be sh*tty but tomorrow might be a helluva lot better.
Post by: Lennyjoe on October 20, 2005, 07:54:47 AM
My childhood was full of ups and downs. A dad who drank too much. A mother who worked too much to provide for us kids. A sister who went to school and then came home to take care of us young boys while mom was working her second job. A step father who wanted to provide but had to fight my dad several times to keep a good woman.
I vowed never to let my children go thru that nonsense. I am here soley to provide a good life for them. When they go out on their own I want them to go knowing that a good family life at home is paramount.
2 are over 18. The son is 21 and the middle child (daughter) is 18 and a freshman at the University of Arizona with ambitions of becoming a Pediatric doctor. Number 3 is 17 and ready to spread her wings.
When they are out on thier own and doing well then I will start living for myself.
Until then, I live to provide for them.
Post by: mfree on October 20, 2005, 10:32:59 AM
Post by: Chris on October 21, 2005, 05:47:09 AM
Post by: Guest on October 21, 2005, 06:00:10 AM
Quote from: Jason M.
Oh yes. I forgot the most important thing, which allows me to enjoy the things I listed before: liberty.
That's my #1, also.
Post by: Lee on October 21, 2005, 03:26:03 PM
Post by: w turner on October 24, 2005, 12:21:56 PM
-*That* look from my wife, whether it's because I done somethin' mischevious or because I am about to
-My dog climbing up into bed looking for a good belly scratch
-Talkin' with my Pop.......while I still can
-Teachin' a new shooter and seeing that light of understanding the first time they hit the X on purpose
-That new gun smell
-Goin' to church because I want to........not because I feel obligated
Post by: Old Dog on October 25, 2005, 03:43:47 PM
I live for:
The days when my daughters give me a phone call, not because they need something, just because they want to talk ... That first cup of strong French Roast Coffee in the morning (used to be that first cigarette, too, until 1996) ... Sleeping in on Sunday mornings, getting up with nothing on the agenda except football on TV and the Sunday newspaper ... Friday afternoons and that first cool Sam Adams in a frosted glass ... A crisp autumn morning rustling through wet leaves and slush, .30-06 in hand and lookin' for that trophy buck ... The sweet perfume of Hoppe's #9 and Breakfree permeating my garage in the afternoon after a long day at the range ... The sight of the majestic mountain ranges rising over me as I crest my driveway on a rare clear Western Washington morning ...
Post by: Dave Markowitz on October 26, 2005, 06:05:25 AM
Hearing my (not-quite) 3 year old daughter scream, "Daddy home!" when I get home from work.
Seeing my 16 month old daughter wave her hands and smile with joy when she sees me come into a room.
Going to the range, especially with my dad.
Enjoying a nice glass of Knob Creek on the rocks or a Newcastle Brown Ale while I read something or surf the Internet.
Savoring the taste of a fine cigar while I sit outside and thumb my nose at busybody blissninnies who want to regulate all the fun out of life.
Learning something new everyday.
Teaching something to others.
Post by: Gun Runner on October 26, 2005, 01:28:04 PM