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bucknola said:
Rugby,

Yes
I have the second book from the same author, The Hellpig Hunt by Humberto Fontova. My mother-in-law gave it to me. I am pretty sure she thinks Humberto and I are kindred spirits.

The tarpon rodeo is part fishing, part strip club and all good times.
I have not read the helldivers rodeo, yet.

Life is LA is quite a bit outside the normal.
Kill it and grill it lives.

When I moved here it was for a job and a woman. Neither are in my life now.:) I have been here at since least 1991, I may never leave.

I initially thought this place was a ass backwards, third world republic. It grows on you. People are friendly, the pace of life is slower and the cost of living is quite low. We do not need a reason to party.

The developer at work that went to Afghanistan came in my office today and asked if I had my deer food plot planted yet. In how many offices can you have that kind of conversation?
Your mother-in-law is a lot cooler than mine. I'm pretty sure mine thinks I'm Satan incarnate. Glad to hear about the second book. I'll see if I can find it here. I'd definitely be up for trying that. I wanted to try the rig diving, but, well, the whole not knowing how to scuba dive thing kind of got in the way.

My folks love your state. They drive over to Lafayette, etc. a couple of times a year and spend a week or so pretending they aren't the whitest people I know.
 
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bucknola said:
Laissez les Bons Temps Rouler!

Lafayette is true cajun country.

I'll be looking for mama Rugby on Bourbon Street. :wink2:
What's even funnier is they make a point of staying away from (and endlessly mentioning it) N.O., because it's "not authentic enough." How can you be a pretentious snob about a culture that's not even your own?

Just pulled up Amazon's review of the Hellpig book. Sounds perfect. Kind of like rugby with guns, knives and animals. I'm in.
 
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We'll make you an honorary cajun yet.

I was going to say tell your mom some of the boobs are real, then I realized what she meant.

My review of Hellpig.

It is anti PETA, NOW and MADD, just to name a few. Half truth and half fiction you will never know which half is which.
 
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Everyone with a heartfelt reply is a father, right? Maybe those of us without wives/kids can't do a thread like this.

Kids will change your life 100%. Everyone with kids would always tell me that before I had them and I always though "how much will it really change?". Well it does... and for the better. Your priorities change, everything you do is for them and to make a good life for them. But it's all worth it. My wife and I waited 6 years after we got married to have kids and I'm glad we did. We got to do thing for us and buy things for us... then one day we new it was time so we we did it (and I'm glad we did!).
 
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My take of the first one was similar. A lot of it has to be BS, but it was a hell of an entertaining read.

I'm all set for cajun life. I put away some crawfish at lunch. Park me in front of five or six pounds of mudbugs and some Abita, and I'm good to go.
 
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If I reply, do I get invited to the beach as well? :biggrin: Anyway, in thinking about this, I totally agree with Crump's post above. Nine months ago, I would have had many different answers, but now all I can think about is my soon-to-arrive child. My wife has an appointment to be induced next Tuesday night, so if there is no labor by then, I'll be a first time proud papa no later than Wednesday. I can't believe how much my life has changed already, and the kid hasn't even arrived yet. It's a good feeling. And I know already that I would do anything to protect my beautiful wife and that child.
 
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FKA - You're in on the virtual beach trip after the delivery. Great news, mate. They're great and they don't completely change your life. I still get to do some crazy shit now and then, but on the whole, they are a civilizing force in your life.

Go with the epidural. We did 8 weeks of natural childbirth training the first time and it all went out the window as soon as the bullets started flying. We didn't even mess around the second time, straight to the drugs, and it went a lot more smoothly for everyone.
 
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A less than eloquent list on the initial topic:

Rugby, beer, the Gulf of Mexico in the afternoon when it's clear and bathtub temperature, mudbugs... damn near covers it. If it's fall and there's a Bucks game on at night, that's just about perfect.

I think I might be able to get that all into one day. I'll have to check the Buck's schedule.
 
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Credo:
Don’t be afraid to try.
If you get a chance to sleep, do it, because you don’t know when the next opportunity will come.
Ditto with eating.
If the government – federal, state, county, city, whatever - offers anything to you for free, take it. You’ve already paid for it.
When you tell someone you are glad to meet them – mean it!
Being shy, about anything, is a form of vanity.
So is being outspoken
Know that there are some things worth dying for. More importantly, know what they are (hey, you’ve had your whole life to work this out). Most importantly, hope they don’t happen.
 
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I can't argue with any of that Mightbe.

Bucknola - I bought the Hellpig book last night. I didn't really want to buy it, but none of the libraries have it. I fell asleep about four pages in, but I think that was more my fault than the book's. I didn't start it until well after 12, so at this rate I'll finish it some time next year.
 
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Rugby

I guess it depends on your personality and mood.
I read the hellpig in one sitting, probably on a weekend with nothing else to do. I can relate to everything that guy says and does.

I have been trying to read Clinton's book. I started over a month ago. I read a couple of hours each weekend. I think I am up to page 600 something.

I do my best reading when I travel.

Mightbe

I hate to go back to children but when you think about it, that is how they live their lives. They eat or let us know when they are hungry. The sleep when and where they are tired. Mine have an unbounded curiosity. My youngest one has no fear. The older one has realized that no fear equals pain in some cases and she would prefer not to experience that sensation.They give and take presents without embarassment. Not such a bad way to live.
 
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I've started Richard Clarke's Against All Enemies (which is probably what drove me to buy the Hellpig) and I may have to just put it down. I think I agree with many of his basic premises, but he is such an insufferable blowhard that I can't stand to actually read the book. Fortunately, that one came from the library.
 
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Janelle. My whole life, I always dreamt of meeting that person who would make me smile and make my heart sing when I saw her, and Janelle is that person. She's perfect for me in every way.

In real life, I am much like I am here. I have been kicked in the teeth by life so many times that I fight. I fight and fight and fight. Nobody gets away with screwing me over or treating me unfairly. I fight back.

Janelle, on the other hand, was raised in a very traditional asian family in a VERY asian neighborhood. People were taught not to fight back, for fear that it would be seen as disrespectful. So Janelle basically goes with the flow, and lets things happen as they do.

So, I end up sticking up for Janelle when someone mistreats her, and she taught me to pick my battles a little more. And when we're alone, she pushes me around and I just do whatever she wants. She's my island, the place I can go to get away from the fight. And, strangely enough, if we're together and someone is rude to me, Janelle goes nuts on them.

That's how we know we love each other. Janelle, someone who wouldn't stand up for herself, would tear someone's throat out if they said something mean to me. And I, the guy who told my mom at 12 years old to either pay me or fuck off when she asked me to do chores, routinely routinely do the dishes and laundry and whatever else Janelle wants me to do. I don't do it bitterly, I do it because she doesn't like to and it makes her happy.

Janelle is a hard science person, a nuclear engineer. She is one of the top students at one of the top schools in the nation, and she was offered jobs at every single one of the most prestigious national labs. I don't think there's anyone who has ever met her who wasn't completely impressed. I know I was... We were kind of a blind date, we talked over AOL IM and kind of liked each other, but we had never seen each other in person. So, when she opened the door and I laid eyes on her, she was so beautiful that I couldn't speak. I was both overjoyed and saddened.

Overjoyed because she was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Saddened because I thought she was out of my league.

Strangely enough, she thought the same about me. We had a lovely date and spent the rest of the night talking. We've been together ever since.

Besides that, probably the day I got my acceptance letter from UM. It had been my dream my entire life to go to UM. Unfortunately, I didn't do well in high school, and after school, I was more interested in drinking, drugs and partying than anything else. One day, I woke up and realized I was getting nowhere, so I enrolled in community college. I stopped drinking, I quit smoking cold turkey. I battled to get myself off of drugs. I lost 140lbs. It took six years of hard work, especially considering that I had to work full time that entire time, but I finally got my AA.

I met a kid at work, who was just working that summer for money for school. He went to UM, and I looked at this kid and thought to myself that this kid was pretty dumb...if he could do it, I could do it. I applied, got in, and even got scholarship money.

Little did I know that UM was a liberal hellhole. Oh well, it got me to OSU, and I met Janelle.

Those are the two things I can think of that mean the most to me.
 
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