One thing that's starting to really bug me upon my engagement to Heather, is that evrytime upon finding out, the first question asked is, "Oh, well how old are you?" followed by, "That's a little young don't you think?" Grr. That bugs the crap out of me. Yes, to some extent age does determine some things, but my question for all of you (particularly the adult-type people) is this: From our birth to our graduation you raise us up to be adults and to live our lives on our own, make our own decisions, and be responsible for our own actions; so why when the first time I actually start to live my life as an adult and not as a kid and actually take initiative for once do you automatically decide that I'm a little kid again? It's really annoying. I fully realize the seriousness of marriage that it's not just something to be tossed around and taken lightly; and I'm fully willing to live up to that responsibility. So why don't you just let us live our lives?
The second question that always seems to sprout out of the persons mouth is, "Welll, how long have you been dating?" I would ask the retorical question, "Does it really matter?" but the answer is yes, for some. Evryone grows closer and gets comfortable around each other at different rates 'cause let's face it, different people are different. Some people want to date for 20 years before they make that decision, some people only 5. Some people get to know each other before dating, date for a week or so, and then decide that they are meant for each other. There's no time requirement. I mean, heck, Karen's sister and brother-in-law Linda and Raymond have been married for some 40 or 50 odd years and he only knew her like a week before asking her to marry her, and they've been a happy couple.
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On a different note:
I'm going to the renaissance fair tomorrow with Stephen and Heather. That's going to be wicked awesome cool, 'cause let's face it: swords, axes, armor, maces, shields, spears, knives, polearms, etc, etc, are really really cool. Or, we all think so anyway. It's gonna be painful to see all that cool stuff and not be able to buy anything... But I'll live. I'll just have to play with the one Stephen gets, heh heh.
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Season 4 has some funny outtake stuff. Here's a couple quotes from the Sargeisms:
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Sarge: "Hey, Church, see anything in my shotgun barrel?"
Church: "No, Sarge, I am not looking down the barrel of your shotgun."
Sarge: "How about these rocket barrels?"
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Sarge: "Hey, Griff, hold these bullets for me. *BANG* In your gut!"
Griff: "Ow. I can see my spine!"
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Sarge: "Hey, blue, *BANG* how do you like them apples? And by apples I mean bullets! In your face!!"
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Sarge: "Perscription: death. Diagnosis: SHOTGUN!"
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Sarge: "You just got sarged..."
The second question that always seems to sprout out of the persons mouth is, "Welll, how long have you been dating?" I would ask the retorical question, "Does it really matter?" but the answer is yes, for some. Evryone grows closer and gets comfortable around each other at different rates 'cause let's face it, different people are different. Some people want to date for 20 years before they make that decision, some people only 5. Some people get to know each other before dating, date for a week or so, and then decide that they are meant for each other. There's no time requirement. I mean, heck, Karen's sister and brother-in-law Linda and Raymond have been married for some 40 or 50 odd years and he only knew her like a week before asking her to marry her, and they've been a happy couple.
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On a different note:
I'm going to the renaissance fair tomorrow with Stephen and Heather. That's going to be wicked awesome cool, 'cause let's face it: swords, axes, armor, maces, shields, spears, knives, polearms, etc, etc, are really really cool. Or, we all think so anyway. It's gonna be painful to see all that cool stuff and not be able to buy anything... But I'll live. I'll just have to play with the one Stephen gets, heh heh.
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Season 4 has some funny outtake stuff. Here's a couple quotes from the Sargeisms:
.
Sarge: "Hey, Church, see anything in my shotgun barrel?"
Church: "No, Sarge, I am not looking down the barrel of your shotgun."
Sarge: "How about these rocket barrels?"
.
Sarge: "Hey, Griff, hold these bullets for me. *BANG* In your gut!"
Griff: "Ow. I can see my spine!"
.
Sarge: "Hey, blue, *BANG* how do you like them apples? And by apples I mean bullets! In your face!!"
.
Sarge: "Perscription: death. Diagnosis: SHOTGUN!"
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Sarge: "You just got sarged..."




