Friday, February 11, 2005

it feels so good to be back here at the dexter lake club

My mom; I'm gonna leave your present in your backyard'
me 'uh okay you sure you don't wanna stop by when we're home?
mom 'no honey there's no time and I know you're busy..I'll just drop it off'
me (realizing it pointless to push this any more) 'okay mom thanks'


My mother doesn't need to give me gifts anymore, I would prefer she just come over for a while, but it appears she has the opposite view.

The truth is I fear gifts from my mother. Not sure my mom has hit on a gift for me since I outgrew Star Wars figures (aw who am I kidding I haven't outgrown Star Wars figures) okay since it became too awkward for people to give me toys. She seems to give gifts to the son she wishes she had rather than the one she's got. My mother is big into camping and outdoorsy stuff, I am certainly not. My mother feels like she can show me the light, so she always gives me gifts that you might give a hunter. I'm not the boy in the bubble mind, I like a nice hike if it's scenic, or I'll even fish a little on occasion but in general I'm not out there. This bike idea is the closest I've come in a long while.

So what will I find on my back porch today? cammo gear? a minnow bucket? Buck knife? I just hope it comes with a gift receipt.

Music-Junior boys
Netflix-Dial M for Murder
Book (yeah remember those) Polysyllabic Spree

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