Friday Funk Day

So much for stringing together a weeks's worth of post's together. Oh well. So wednesday night featured going to new Comiskey Park aka US Cellular Field. It was raining that day, but it stopped by game time. Joel decided that it was raining too hard for him, so he dropped out of the plans. Yeah, the guy who came up with the idea in the first place gave the plans up. Anyway, the park wasn't as bad as everyone said it was...and the neighborhood wasn't as scary as advertised. My co-worker advised that I 'bring my gun" when I went to the park, and while I didn't have my gun, I brought a whole bag of 'I don't give a fuck." It wasn't "scary" and the park was quite nice to watch baseball. There's a lot of room to watch and no seats are obstructed. I'm not sure why it's got the bum rap.

Single species of fish has new friends. They're the schooling type, so everyone seems happier. If a single specie is alone in a tank, it becomes more aggressive and may attack others. Its like when a kid is taken out of the 'hood and put in a suburban school setting. They're personality will be more aggressive because they don't have anyone to relate to...now with the crew, the Silvah Tip Tetra's can swim in peace.

My mother has been guilting me more and more frequently to come home and spend time with her every single free weekend minute I have when nothing is planned. The psychologist in me says this: now that the other boys are married (and two have kids), she has no one left to mother...and now that I'm the last one unmarried, she's starting to feel completely replaced (and/or has yet to get over the whole empty nest thing). She shouldn't feel replaced by the daughter-in-laws, but I think she does. Anway, she suddenly feels the need to "hang out with me" every free minute I have. Hanging out = driving her around, cutting the lawn, pulling weeds, most importantly: just be around the house, etc. I've got my own shit going on, but my arguments fall on deaf ears and guilty returns...and that's what makes it tough. I've been out of the house for six years...it seems that my parents are the last ones to realize and/or accept that...and they're not even close.

End Venting Rant Here.

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