The Manly Arts

So I was drinking pink lemonade today and I got to thinking about some things.  What’s more manly, the fact that I can kill and clean an animal and take it from woods to the table or that I love drinking pink lemonade?  I have in the past mentioned how important I believe the manly arts are.  In fact, I believe they are slowly disappearing and should be saved with all expedience!  I would almost be willing to start a summer camp and charge metros a very large fee to wear plaid and learn how to chop wood and gut animals, how to properly handle rifles and pistols, the correct methods for grilling meat, and a myriad of other endangered arts.  I also believe that pink lemonade is one of America’s greatest inventions right beside the ice cream cone and movies.  I have heard way too many men refuse to drink pink lemonade because of its color and that’s fine, it leaves more for me!  Perhaps a man who refuses to drink pink lemonade is in fact no man at all, most men who I know that do enjoy a nice glass of pink lemonade also hunt, fish, and hold the door open for ladies.  I would say that if you want to judge a man you should ask him his feelings on this fine beverage.  If he is highly offended that you would suggest such a thing then perhaps he needs to own more plaid shirts or blue jeans.  I am announcing to the whole world that the art of manliness begins and ends with the willingness to choose a drink for its taste, not its color!  I think a manly man would be more than secure enough to say there’s a great many refreshments available but the pink ones are usually tasty and delicious!  Before anyone decides to judge me too harshly let’s remember a few things.  I can ride a horse or a motorcycle.  I can drive the heck out of just about anything with tracks or tires.  I am a highly proficient marksman with American and foreign weapons.  I can kill, cook, and eat just about anything with legs (you can’t spell meat without eat).  I would be willing to teach these things to “men” who don’t know how for an outrageous fee as well.  I’m just saying that when it comes to drinking on a weekday after 10am and before 5pm then there is no way you can go wrong with pink lemonade guys!!!!

Update

It has been several months since I have put anything on here. I could make all kinds of excuses as to how busy I have been but the truth is I could always find five minutes to write down my thoughts, I just didn’t.  To make up for my laziness I have over compensated in other aspects by signing up to do my first triathlon this summer. Also since my last post was about me coming home to start over I should probably say a little bit about how that is going.  I have adjusted well to life in the country, I do miss being in such a large community sometimes but when I get bored I have a pool, gym, four wheeler, trails to run on, and many other things accessible to me.  Being in the National Guard it is very difficult to qualify for 100% of the GI Bill but I have finally done so and decided that if I’m truly going to start over then why not do it by going back to school.  I have enrolled in school full time but I am more than a little nervous.  My last attempt didn’t go so well because I always worked full time while trying to go to school full time so my GPA is slightly lower than I would like but now that I won’t have to work while going to school I will have no excuses.  It’s also more than a little nerve wracking to be going to school in my (mid) 30’s.  I would much rather be seen as the unbelievably extremely attractive super awesome mature guy but I’m afraid it’s probably going to be more like the creepy old dude.  Oh well, if my biggest complaints in life are that the other kids at school don’t think I’m cool then I don’t guess I’m doing too badly.  There are many people in this world with real problems; I’ve seen many first hand who don’t even know they have it bad.  I have a lot of things I’m nervous about right now (I refuse to say afraid) but I believe I can do well.  I have a couple of triathlons this summer (itty bitty short ones!) and I’m going to try my first half-marathon this fall.  I will gain strength from my community of friends who always believe I can do anything and I will continue to wake up every day with a smile and hope for a happy ending (not the dirty kind).  I will be busy but I will make time to do the things that keep me happy and sane.  I will do my best to be a little better about my writing, perhaps it will coincide with some English assignments.  While I am nervous about the future I am also excited; I have realized that starting over just means I get to hit the reset button and do this whole thing with the experience to make the decisions that will keep my future awesome!