...my brain's overflow
My nephew (Ozzy) and I went to the skate park last night. I wasn’t too eager to ride but he was all over the place. Mr Social, he is. I was Mr Fix-It changing one BMXer’s blown tube and tightening another’s handle bars. Etc.
Anyway, so we were there for maybe just over an hour. I was busy with fixing bikes and the nephew was either socializing or showing off. One of the tricks he tried went a little wrong. I guess he went into it too fast and either kicked some part of the bike with the top of his foot or the bike came down and hit HIM on top of the foot.
Anyway, he complained of and on about it while we were there. I checked it out. No bruising. Maybe a little swollen. But he could move his toes and blood return to his nail beds was fine. I figured that yeah, it hurt a lot, but there was nothing physically wrong. And so we went on with riding or bike fixing. Then we went home. The minute he walked in the house, he started limping. And not only that, he took LONG ways around the house just to show how much he was limping. “I broke a bone!” Is all he cried.
By 9 pm he had convinced his mom that there were broken bones and that he needed medical attention. Shortly after midnight they were back from the hospital. No broken bones. There was still no visible bruising or sever swelling. They were told that they should return the next day to have it looked at again to make sure there wasn’t tendon damage or a hair-line fracture. My cynicism tells me that that was just the medical staff’s way of appeasing a crying/whinny kid and his enabling mother.
What was most amusing was hearing him tell the story of what happened. It started out just like this: “The bike has no breaks. It messed me up…” and so on. No mention of his going too fast or simply messing up the trick. It was the bike. And what is even more amusing to me is that he has been hounding me to take the breaks off all together. From the BMX bike and his other bike. Breaks are not cool any more. Many of the older BMXers at the park ride break-less. So that’s what he wants. But when asked what happened, he immediately tried to deflect all blame. A tactic that he has keenly learned from his mother.They never take blame. It is always someone or something else. Most annoying.
We’ll see how things are this evening. He was working the crushes very well last night. He had the pity thing down like a pro. It will be interesting to see if he keeps playing the severely injured/ broken bone bit. Sad though, I really can’t put too much blame on him. His mother truly does play up this behavior. A true enabler.
As for me…. I am still riding. Not doing tricks or anything crazy. Just enough to fit in and keep active. My shoulder pain may be more of a sleeping on the sofa thing. It is a shoulder/ upper left back pain. A bit uncomfortable, but I will live. Some stretching, warming up and cool downs when riding may help some too. Yeah, just not as young and limber as I used to be. 
Last time I was here visiting my brother and nephews, I decided that with as much time as I was spending at the skate/BMX park, I needed to join in on the fun. So I worked on finding a bike to bring with me on the next visit. I found it. And I brought it for this trip. I have done it!
We went to the park as soon as we could. And I was out there with the rest of the BMXers and skaters. Still working on over-coming some of my fears, but I am out there pedaling like a little kid. It is actually very fun. No big tricks yet, of course. However, I can pretty much keep up with my nephew and his friend on most of the basic stuff they do. I just need to work on my insecurity around large groups.
It is way fun. But of course, once I go home I will have to stop…. no skate parks in my area. Least not free ones or as nice as the ones up here. Figures, right?!
The other day I was hanging out at the skate/BMX park with my nephew and his friend having a good time. Ozzy (my nephew’s current name) is talking to one of the other BMXers at the park. I don’t hear everything being said cause I would never eaves drop on him. Right? Right. The other guy was asking about me. Like: “Is he your dad?” Then I hear one of them say: “Nah, but I wish he were.” This followed by “he’s cool” and “wish mine did.”
I was all a flutter. It isn’t always apparent that my nephews appreciates me. Almost feels sometimes like I am just another annoyance in his virgining teenage life. So I was patting myself on the back. He does appreciate me. He does like having me around… if only sometimes. And I wasn’t even trying to be cool!
Cool.
It is dream time again. Yeah, I know. But I promise, this one will be the best ever! Sorta. Maybe.
I was doing another jury duty. Everything was going fine. People going and coming. All of the sudden, there was a ruckus. People were screaming. There was a mad rush away from a court room.
And as things became clear, I noticed what the source of the commotion was. There was a guy wielding a knife. Slash, slash. He was catching anybody that was close by. A knife would break, he would bring out another.
They guy was going crazy. There was no stopping him… it seemed. People would try to take him down just to get stabbed like a pincushion. They would jump at him and he would just hold the knife out and skewer them. Oh, did I mention that the mad knife wielding man was obese? Yeah, HUGE!!
It seemed that rather than walking, this guy was sitting on the floor while people moved around him. With his legs out in front of him, I saw an opportunity. I reached at his foot and, with a knife caught from thin air (gotta love dreams!) I sliced at his ankle. Now he sure could not go anywhere. Next I asked or screamed or THOUGHT of a longer knife. No more of these little pocket knifes that were being used. I needed something with reach. A dagger. Or a machete. The idea was to simple cut into him from a distance.
Don’t know if I got the weapon. Don’t know if he stopped or was stopped. I woke up. End of dream.
I found some “cute” pictures while browsing one of my blog-roll entries (gardenshed2.wordpress.com). What do you think? Cute??
Those were amongst many pictures like this…
I do have a weakness for blue/gray eyes.
Yahoo had a link to an interesting article in my e-mail today. So I have decided to share it with ya all…this is da link. And here is a quick quote…
Planned obsolescence occurs when something is intended to wear out or stop being useful after a predetermined period of time — and that time is often as short as a few years.
Anyone read George Orwel‘s 1984? “Big Brother” has decided to control us from behind the curtains rather than watch our every move and control us by force. Mindless minions, were are becoming.
I knew my posting would be limited while at my brothers, but I never thought I would end up posting so little.
What is worst is that I have nothing. The week here has past by so fast that my head is spinning. Yet I haven’t a thoughtful thing to post. So I will do these two totally random pictures…
woof...arrrgggg
Yeah! Feline put in its place.
Fly boy... errr.... dog.
I want to suck your bone-narrow.
- I've got nothing. -
Hairy Putter ?
So where's the fire?
Amazing!
I am heading back north to visit with my nephews. It is their spring break. So my posting will be even more random and quite possibly no-existent for days. I think I will be up there for two weeks. It will depend on how welcomed I feel.
This and several other posts have been scheduled. I will try to post and keep up with my blog-roll reads. Although I have been feeling vacant of posting ideas. Maybe while with the nephews OR sister-in-law I will have something to share. Anyways, I am on the road (I hope!) as this is getting posted.
Be happy.
Cheers.
Brandon
