To redo what was done. Then erased.

Here we go again.
My best child hood friend introduced me to blogging. I usually read his blogs on a regular basis. I have refrained from commenting on them as not to offend, but then I thought why else do I have a blog.

He recently went to a bull fight. He said that he was unsure what to think of it but that because he hunts that he figured if they ate the bull afterwards that it would probably be ok.

This is what I think:
Normal bullfight. A bunch of guys stab a bull to death while it is trapped in an arena. They have another way. I have another friend that went to a humaine bull fight. Everything is the same except the swords deliver colored chalk or something like that instead of wounds. The ulitmate goal is not to kill the bull, but to put chalk on it in all the places you would need to stab it in order to kill it, then ultimatly wear it into submition. I personally think that would probably be more of a challenge and require more skill to do it this way.

Now don't get me wrong. If I ever had an oppertunity to go to a bull fight I probably would, same with hunting (at least once). I don't fault him for going at all, or being a hunter.

Being a well rounded outdoorsman I have certain ideals that stick with me in all areas of my life. Like "Leave No Trace" and "Style". Style is what I feel is applied most accuratly here. Climbing is my passion. Style applied in the climbing/outdoors world as how you would achieve your goal. Like for instance you could climb a route by hanging off of gear, pounding protection into the rock that damages the rock, and chipping holds into the rock. All of which is considered to be extremely bad style, and in the world of climbing, other climbers will not acknowledge that you have climbed any route that has been climbed in bad style. On the other end of things you could climb a route without damaging the rock, using your body only, and using gear that will not damage the rock to protect yourself from a fall only.

What this comes down to is: Do the ends justify the means? I believe I have just shown that the "means" is everything.

I do not know the history of bull fighting, but I would assume that it was something like this. Peasants that did not have access to anything other than swords and such had to kill a bull for A. some sort of ritualistic sacrafice, B. to eat, or C. both. A bullfight was probably the safest and most practicle way of achieving this. Now with the more humaine way of bull fighting I don't see that there is a purpose for the old way. I believe it to be cruel. If the bull is used to eaten afterwards etc...you could fight him the new way then put a gun to his head and get it over with as quickly and painlessly as possible.

I think that the humaine way takes more skill, and is done in better style or form if you will. Otherwise hunters would just grab there guns and go to the zoo and climbers would have a helicopter drop him off at the top.

On to other things:
Guns: It is amazing how much guns dictate politics. Being in OK now I have learned alot more about guns. The assualt weapons ban for instance. Did you know that technicly assault weapons are defined as a weapon with select fire switch. This is a little switch that alows you to control the rate of fire (one round one squeeze, three rounds one squeeze, and full auto, one squeeze and the bullets don't stop untill you run out.)
What they have banned are not guns that are semiautomatic (bullets go as fast as you can squeeze the trigger.) You can still buy those. What they have banned are rifels with bayonette lugs and collapsable stocks. Honestly if you were going to commit a crime and use a m-16 are you going to use the knife on the front, or the bullets. Secondly who cares if the stock folds in. People are affraid they would be easier to conceal.
I am a firm believer that guns don't kill people, people kill people. We are told often of how these guns are used in crimes. We aren't told how many of these were obtained.
more about this later...

Faimily Circus:
Well my nephew learned a new word..."Flag" the only problem is he hasn't figured out how to include the "L" with the rest of the word. So he's running around yelling fag everytime he see's a flag. Well my sister had him at the mall the other day. There is a flag right above the entrance. Bug is pointing saying "look mama fag" and repeating himself. The funny part is that two gay guys walked out and thought bug was directing his comments at them. My sister had know idea what to say. Right aftwards she called me and we laughed about it for a while. Good times.

Sadies Corner:
Well the other day I was eating and Jess was making a sandwich. All of a sudden it starting raining peanut butter. Something hit my nose and landed in my bowl. It was a big glob of peanut butter. It was soo good. It gave me the runs for two days, but it was worth every minute of it. We have been staying inside alot because of the rain, but I'm hoping for a sunny Saturday.

Untill next time, and hopefully I won't delete this one....LOL

Ooooppppsssss!!!!!!

Well, yesterday I wrote this great blog. We talked about bullfighting, climbing, hunting, my nephew's new word and the humorous situation it put my sister in and much more. I spent about an hour writing it. Then instead of posting it I it the nice little x at the top right hand corner of this window. I thought ohhhh @#%&! It didn't save it as a draft. So if I do not work any overtime tonight I will attempt to write it again.
Although, it was already written once.
Right now I am on my lunch break. I just beat a guy 2/3 in ping pong. That is my normal lunch thing.
Well I will probably write more tonight.
To be continued...

Why adults always say:

Have you ever wondered why your parents always told you to enjoy your childhood? This thought crossed my mind the other night. I was driving home from hanging out with some friends. The smell of summer in the air, nice warm breeze. I was happy. I couldn't wait for summer vacation. It's right around the corner. Then I remembered that I was a grown up. That I wasn't going to have a summer vacation. At least not one that would last longer than two weeks.
I was thinking about all the good times. Staying out as late as I wanted...sleeping in as late as I wanted. Going to the lake, the mountains, rollerblading at three in the morning, cruising. Doing whatever, whenever, and followed any whim. We were great as long as we had money to do what we wanted to and some sort of transportation, and food. Needed money you just did a little extra yard work for mom and dad. Needed food, you just checked the fridge. Needed transportation, mom and dad, rollerblades, bikes, walked, friend with a car, sooner or later transportation was found.
You have all of this as a kid. Not a care in the world other than get your chores done, and have fun. Every kid is in such a hurry to grow up and get out and every adult is saying cherrish this time.
When you grow up nights like these are few and far between. You can't do some extra yard work for your parents to get extra cash. You go to work, you go home, eat, sleep, repeat. You live for the weekends, but they suck when you don't have money to do anything. You pay bills, have to budget your money, and live with out. You pay for gas, buy your own tires, take care of your own maitnance on a car, pay insurance. You wake up and think what a wonderfull day, then you spend it at work instead of playing.
Then your parents tell you they wouldn't go back to highschool if you paid them. Now you are confused. Think about it though. You don't know who you are, but you think you do. In most cases you have never experianced even half the things your average 25 year old has. You have to ask for everything, permission, money, rides, etc...Does he/she like me? Will anyone notice this zit? etc...etc...etc...
As an adult you would never trade the freedom of being on your own. Never having to ask for permission for anything. Your body is not going crazy, you know who you are, and most importantly you don't really care what others think of you, well for the most part...lol
So where is the line? Every kid wants to be an adult. In all honesty every adult wants not to be a kid, but the freedom from responsibility that a kid has. I have great memories of growing up. Sadly like so many I was in a rush to grow up, and now like most adults I wish I had an endless supply of money and basicly everything that was great about being a kid and everything great about being an adult. Like many I have come to the painfull relization that this will not happen.
Cheers to GI Joe with Matt and Jason, riding bikes and swimming with Rick and Phillip, endless adventures in the woods with my cousins, all night jam sessions and missions with Steve and Ben. Cheers to growing up, and paying rent, getting a good nights sleep, earning what you have, cherrished childhood memories. Most of all, Cheers to being able to tell kids to cherish their childhood and then confusing them by telling them you would never trade places with them. By the way for all the kids out there reading this, messing with kids is just part of the fun us adults have what makes it even better is you won't even realize it until you are older.

Skunk Attack:
All said and done it was an adventure. Kind of like camping with your family where hardship makes the bonds stronger. The most humorous part of this happened a few weeks later. Brian, a trainer for the same company I work at is telling our skunk story to his new training class. One of the girls in the back of the class pipes up saying "Let me guess, Panzer, Sadie, Missy, and Jake right?" Brian is shocked and replies "Yeah how did you know?" She says, "I had to bath them, and I stunk for three days afterwards." Well we all got a good laugh out of that. Is it any wonder she works for us instead of the vet now. We could start our own style of recruiting. At least we could probably get alot of vet techs...LOL

Family Circus:
Well I have to say thank you to Brians family. They have gone out of there way to make me feel welcome and like I am part of the family. Our prayers go out to Phillip and his family while he recovers from a recent kidney transplant.
Dad is coming out here for fathers day. It will be his first oppertunity to hold his granddaughter and he will then drive Beth and the kids back to CA with him for a visit. Beth is excited about that. So is everyone else in the family.
Meanwhile Brian and I plan to use this time to do guy things like shoot guns, watch endless guy movies, and yes maybe even do a little yard work.

Sadie's Corner:
Well I have been have a blast with Jesse and his friends. I miss Panzer and Aunt Beth and Uncle Brian. I've been invited over to play this weekend. I can't wait.

The differences:
Tornado's vs Earthquakes:
There are sirens that warn you about tornados...with earthquakes, well they just kind of happen.
People die in earthquakes. People die in tornados. No warning for earthquakes. Warning for tornados. Conclusion to die in a tornado you must be one stupid person. Even if the warning is short you still have a warning.
News happens before and after the tornado gets to you. New only happens after an earthquake.
More to come...

Work:
Well what can I say. I like my job but work sucks. I'd rather be on summer vacation. Maybe I should become a teacher. Three best things and all that.

Women Search:
Well...I got sick of having long hair, so I cut it off. Next day a waitress at Hooters was hitting on me. What can I say, other than I hope it goes somewhere.

More to come....