Here is a photo of some tackle hanging up in a barn.
First I want to clarify yesterday's post. I wasn't trying to say it was the man's responsibility to pay for everything. Hell, I'm a modern girl. I was just saying that it would be refreshing if I didn't have to pay for everything, and that it was a very nice gesture on T.'s friend's part. I believe that relationships, or friendships for that matter, should be equitable and reciprocal and both people should be conscientious and thoughtful and honest and there should be rainbows and daisies and unicorns and cute little puppies running around everywhere. I'm not even kidding, that really is what I believe and it's the reason I probably shouldn't try to date.
Okay, on to the next thing. Last week, when one of Coadster's guy friends found out we got an XBox, he asked, "So, when did you get a little brother?" Then when I was talking to my best friend B., he mentioned that his wife played video games. Later, when we were all hanging out at George's, I asked her why she never mentioned that before.
"Well, it's not the kind of thing you just admit to," she said. So, apparently there is a bit of a stigma attached to being a mom who plays video games. I used to run a chainsaw for a living when I was on The Salmon Restoration Project in Humboldt County, California and I was a line cook for many years too. Luckily for me, I could give a rat's ass what people think is appropriate behavior for a woman or a person of a certain age. I do what I like (and try not to hurt anyone else) and I like to read comic books and play video games and run for many miles to relieve stress. Hell, while we're at it, I'll just go ahead and admit to being a music hoarder as well. I would jam every song in the world into my iPod if they made one that big. I never know what I'll want to listen to from one minute to the next and as I've said before, I pretty much like everything. Plus, it's hilarious to put it on shuffle and have Christopher Cross' "Sailing" wedged in between N.W.A.'s "Fuck the Police" and Pig Destroyer's cover of "Down in the Street".
Okay, so now some of my weirdness is out there in the open, I'd love it if we could all move on. I just hope I can keep dodging all my daughter's male friend's inquiries to get my XBox live profile name so they can say the kicked someone's mom's ass in Halo 3.