Friday, September 14, 2007

It's Friday night, I just got paid...


Yes, reliving the days of my R&B background there... Recognize the song? I should submit it for "Don't Forget the Lyrics" or whatever that show is called...


I did want to say that I do not believe my son will get the stuffing knocked out of him. See, one of the ADVANTAGES to living in a small town is that everybody knows everybody and every parent just about knows every other parent. I know kids get into scuffles and such, but if my kid starts any crap, or someone else's kid starts crap, then everybody knows, and several people will stand behind each of the parties involved.

I should also clarify that I did not receive "daily thrashings" or anything. And, when all is said and done, there were only two kids that I really had any trouble with. I would love to know what they are doing now, anyway... Probably sitting in a bar somewhere reliving the 'glory days' of their youths...

Anyway, word of anyone beating up anyone else usually died within the group of folks that happen to be there at the time. The only time it went more "global" was when the fight happened at school itself, or if it was two similarly matched bullies/ boneheads/ "heads"/ jocks/ etc... (A "head" is what we called the kids that smoked dope). In late Junior High, I began carrying my boom box to school (you could actually do that in those days), and I would listen to whatever the thugs were into - Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Ozzy (with or without Sabbath), Skynyrd, etc... This did not make me an "accepted member of the gang," but at the same time, it seemed to have warded off further threats on my well-being. Always a plus in my book... :-)

The only time I remember word spreading about anything to do with me was when, on one late-spring day, a Senior High kid decided it was time to make "a man" out of me (I was in 7th grade). He was walking in front of me... A quick 180-degree turn, and an even quicker use of his leg muscles, and I suffered what is best known as a "sudden traumatic negative event in the groin region." I'm not sure where this 'rite of passage' originates, but it seems to be followed by employment at a retail fast food chain (as determined by my informal inquiry into the subject).

Why it is that I should suddenly feel compelled to parlay this information in your direction, I have no idea. But, if there is a reason for everything, I hope you get out of it whatever it is you need... Just be sure to wear a cup when you go out...



I read that OJ Simpson is in trouble for stealing a bunch of OJ memorabilia from a casino suite where supposedly the 'owners' of the stuff had previously stolen from him. Being that this *IS* an OJ story, I have a feeling who will end up the guilty party...


Speaking of party, at work, we switched our 'main' web site over to a publicly accessible address (http://etsp.k12.ar.us), which in turn fixed some of the other problems we were having - not all, but some! And SOME is a whole lot better than having those issues to begin with! :-)

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