My stress as a first time father.

I know that everyone has there own stress. Now I have my stress of being a first time father. I currently have a 7 month old son. He is not much a crier, but he is very naughty and demands only people that he knows and recognizes to hold him or be around him. He only cries when he's hungry or when he has a wet diaper. He's starting to get smart and demand many things from us. He's starting to reach for many things and sometimes he reaches things that he shouldn't be reaching. He grabbed an incense stick while it was still burning and it burned his upper arm. I took some time to heal but now it's better. Being a first time father has been so much stress for me. Taking care of the baby, finding a job, full time college student, and hunting. Sometimes I wish I hadn't gotten married so that I could still do things that I wanted to do without anyone pestering me all the time to come home. But I guess I have to live with my choices that I make. Lets just see how the future goes for me after school if done and over with.

Why do smart people do stupid things?

Don't you ever wonder why the smarter people seem to do the dumbest things. Take for example crazy people when they are driving. You tend to see more "smart" looking people as the most aggressive drivers. I have seen many of them drive recklessly. They seem to swerve in and out of traffic without signaling. Some of those people follow people so close that their headlights disappear in your rear view mirror. When some people end up going to the same place as you are, they seem to want to speed and pass you. Once they do pass you, they end up slowing down so much that it makes anyone angry and want to pass them. Once you try and pass them, they speed up not let you pass.  Everyone hates these types of drivers. There are some people that drive on the same streets day after day and still don't know the speed limit. The thing that aggravates good drivers the most is people that don't step on the accelerator when the speed limit says 40 and those drivers go 30 or 35. It's the most annoying thing ever. When others would try and pass them they would speed up and then when you try to get back into the lane, they slow down. I know that there are some smart people out there that don't use any common sense or common courtesy. There should be a law that if you are a stupid driver, then you have to pass the driving test again. These just some of the things That are most common from what I've seen. What have you seen?

My bad house tenant.

Has anyone ever had someone live with them that was a such a pain in the butt? Well for me, I have the worse luck ever. This so called special someone lives in my house, doesn't help pay bills, eats my food then tries to cover up his evidence, uses things that are expensive without permission, breaks things, and then snitches on me when the house gets dirty. The bad things is it's one of my relatives that lives with me. I wish he had never moved in with us. Every night when he gets home, he thumps up the stairs, slams the doors, slams the fridge and microwave doors, and he goes to sleep and then wakes up at 3 or 4 in the morning to exercise. Who on earth wakes up at that time to exercise? He then makes a bunch of noise and wakes up my little boy. A few days ago, we had a family get together and his parents come and he snitches on my wife and I. His parents were so disgusted by us that they didn't even talk to us. I hate that they don't even live with us and they don't know how their son acts in our house. I just so want to tell them off. I want them to know that since their son has lived with us, we have seen so many rude manners that he does. I hate the way he acts so much, but the only reason why he is still even living with us is because his parents are so called regarded as "higher hierarchy." I'm so mad we have to let this rude egotistic guy live with us.

What it means to be a true street racer.

How do you know if your a true street racer?  Well do have a sport compact car? Do you have many after market parts in your engine?  Most people think they are street racers right away when they buy a Honda or any other type of sport compact.  Just having a sport compact does not make you a racer.  Putting a loud muffler on your car does not make you a racer. Even people who think they have their dad's old Mustang or Camaro is not a racer.  All these types of people are just wannabes.  To be a true racer, one must commit to a change of lifestyle. One must turn nocturnal as a bat and be more active at night.  One must have many connections with car part dealers.  A real racer has the instinct of a fox. The racer knows who to race and not to race.  A racer doesn't care how much he bets on his races that he's in.  A racer puts everything on the line when he knows that the time has come for him to either be broke or be rich.  A racer is someone who has the time and patience of a praying mantis. He saves his money, fixes his car to the absolute limit that the car can handle, and races like there is no tomorrow.  A racer puts time and effort into his car to make it absolute perfection.  A real racer doesn't really need to race on the streets.  A real racer doesn't put other's in danger by racing on the streets of a city.  A racer uses his wits and races on the track to prove how fast he really is.  A real racer emerges from the darkness of his garage covered in grease and oil.  "What does it take to be a real racer?" some might ask. Well it's up to the person and their time spent honing their skills making their car better. Having a car with a racing exhaust doesn't make you a racer. It doesn't mean you car is fast. There are many after market things that people can do to their car, but when it comes down to it, they are not a racer till they can accept the reality that they are just the racing scene and not a real racer.

The first day of class.

My first day of class was not the best day in my childhood life.  It was filled with cunfusion as I tried to understand what was going on.  Coing from a minority group and that doesn't have english as it's second laguage can be very tough.  This starts off when I was getting dropped of at school for my first day in kindergarden.  I didn't know what to make of it.  I had never been in a room of different people that I had never seen before.  I would then see somone that was Asian like me.  Luckily he was Hmong too ans we then started talking.  This other boy came to be one of my good friends till this day.  As we talked in class and got to know eachohter, the teacher started walking around the room asking all the kids to sit down and introduce themselves to the class.  Luckily for me the friend I had just made understood and spoke english better then I did so he told me to sit down next to him and he would help me out.  When the teacher would have us read a book or something, I didn't know what they were doing so I would just copy my friend.  The rest of the day I would follow him to lunch and to the bathroom also. It sounds kindof weird, but hey what can I say I had only lived in the states for only a year.  When it was time for us to go home, me and my friend would arrange to hang out sometime later.  Good thing he didn't live too far.  He only lived a few blocks away from me.  Well that pretty much tells the story of my first day of class.

Living a hunters life

The glistening of the rising sun reflects off the dew covered grass. The birds start chirping off in the distance.  You hear rustling behind your ground blind just yards away.  Your heart starts to beat faster as you anticipate a monster Whitetail buck coming out from behind the brush. Seconds, maybe minutes pass by as you anxiously wait for the deer to appear.  Suddenly you see the head  of a buck pop out of the brush just forty yards away from your ground blind. You bring up your bow and prepare to shoot it.  The deer walks closer and closer towards your ground blind.  Next thing you know he's twenty yards away.  You draw back on your bow; aim at his chest and then release.  You hear the pop of the arrow as it enters the deer's body.  It runs off to the right and then your hear the deer crashing to the ground.  Your heart beats with excitement while you wait thirty minutes.  After the time is up you emerge from your blind and you follow the blood trail of the deer.  You follow it for about sixty yards and you see a tannish gray deer lying on the ground.
This is a typical day of success for a deer hunter during bow season.  All the waiting and preparing for the day just to get your first deer of the season. You get a freezer full of meat and a trophy for the wall.