In a Week, It's Weak
Today was a great adventure all the way to Germantown. I got to feel like the youngest father in the world. Even though I'm hardly young, and hardly the youngest in the world. Maybe it was the "I love Hot Moms" t-shirt I was wearing but I really felt removed from the status quo that was a parent with their child running about in a public park. Great day for this adventure though, the weather was perfect. Just wish there wasn't so many bees (or sand wasps, since there was signs from our friends at Texas A&M warning us about their dangers!).
Last night we watched "Scary Movie 4". It made me want to watch "War of the Worlds" again. I liked that movie despite Tom Cruise. "Scary Movie 4" wasn't bad but it seemed as formulaic as the last one did.
On the 27th, I journey to Winchester, where I haven't been in oh I don't know, five years? Six? Maybe eight years? To go to my brother's girlfriend's baby shower. Yes if you didn't know, or weren't aware, my middle brother (the older of the two, thankfully, I guess?) successfully knocked up his girlfriend of three months (at the time). There's some weirdness there with her saying stuff beforehand like "what would you do if I was pregnant" and such that makes me really scratch my head and pause for a moment or two. But what can you do? Nothing. Just support him. That's really all you can do. And make sure your insane excuse for a mother figure doesn't try to divide and conquer and separate the two of you via child. This is the second of the two baby showers they're having because my mother can't handle being around my dad's wife. Pathetic. How could you have children with someone and hate their life choices that much. Even if I got a divorce from my wife I'd always support my children and would keep the mocking to myself, not involving them. Which of course isn't the case with me. Anyways, I have to say I'm proud of my brother(s). We Shawns are many things, drunks, occasionally lazy, and host to a slew of untapped potential, but one thing we aren't is irresponsible. When faced with life's most biggest craziest hardest challenges, my brother said "bring it on" without a slur of Bush cronyism in him. I applaud that at least. I'm just extremely worried about all the other challenges post-birth that might arise. While my brother is making the most out of his life choices--he is after all doing the best one can do in the fast food industry as a manager and brooding district manager, I still worry profusely. I think about all the comforts I and my wife and son are bestowed with and there's a major part of me that's guilt-riddled. But what can you do?
Life is interesting.
The Red Sox truly do suck.