I come from a broken family, on many more levels than one. I lived through a childhood of physical, verbal, psychological abuse and neglect, by the hands of my own “mother & father”. Yet, it is often said..”Blood is thicker than water”, “nothing else matters but family”, and “But that’s your mom/dad/siblings, you’ve got to forgive them”.
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So I just stumbled on this video and was floored at the attitude this young girl had. Not a care in the world or seemingly any intelligence. What ever happened to respecting your elders? Especially when that elder happens to be your judge!
It’s a shame, the government will pour in billions of dollars to line their pocket books, yet they won’t build a Death Star! What a waste, hmmm maybe I’ll petition they building the following:
Castle GreySkull
My Little Pony Ranch
GummyBear Tree House
The Avengers HQ
Echo Base
Mount Doom
Or how about they do, affordable healthcare and tax celebrities, fix the correctional system and put some money into our public school system and parks/recreation.
So, attempting my second go stuffing my face with some chicken wings. I bought into the hype and set out to test these bad boys myself. I’ve only done take-out do to the convenience and the responses I’ve read of the horrible reviews of customer service and how the inside wait times exceeding the general publics expectations.
I can’t say I have a favorite flavoring, but they do have a nice variety you can choose from, varying in hottness. I’ve tried (from weakest to hottest)
Parmesan Garlic
Asian Zing
Caribbean Jerk
Thai Curry
Mango Habanero
You can also tell they don’t cook the wings in their sauce, rather they just coat/smother them in it. The quality of wings are mid-grade, I mean they aren’t as small as say store bought wings you’d get in bulk bags in the frozen section. They are mediocre in size, a few of them in both trials had bones that had been shattered and jutting out from the meat. Not cool & very poor on the presentation as far as Im concerned. In regards to the kids meals, It’s crap, and Im speaking on behalf of the $5 kids burger & $5 mini corn dogs. As Im pretty sure McDonald’s $.99 double cheese burger is like the Donald Trump of burgers compared to the thin, smashed dog food they pass as meat at Buffalo Wild Wings (B.W.W.), they don’t have lettuce, or tomato or even pickles. Just bread and meat and a piece of cheese. And they pour in a 1/2 pound of mini fries. So if you want your kid to have starch for dinner then It’s a grade A in that category. The mini corn dogs are a joke, your local market can definitely provide a better selection and quality. So my suggestion, save your $5 and take your kid to a commercialized food processing plant such as McDonald’s, Burger King, Carls JR, or whatever burger joint you have and feed them like royalty. Hel at least McDonald’s offers apple slices with their kids meals, you won’t find a piece of fruit or vegetables with B.W.W. The other food items my wife tried were forgetable and “blah”, so again no need to write an extensive review on over priced food.
Now I’ve seen the mixed reviews of this place saying It’s “the best wings ever” and a “must go to” on some critics forums/posts. I just don’t get it and with trying it two times with take-out from an over crowded establishment who even on a Tuesday night had us waiting 30 extra mins for our take out order even though we called it in over an hour in advance. This experience was all too familiar when we had this happen “both” times. This time they also managed to mess up our order of pepper poppers for fried pickles. So I’d honestly say this place is over rated and not worth the hype. I’m sure It’s a hoot to go too with the gang to watch a sports game and toss back some beers, at that point Im sure you won’t pay attention to the wait and after a few pints you won’t care if bone shrapnel is tearing through your gumline. But for sitting at the kitchen table with the family to enjoy some good take out… I’d honestly have to say I’d rather eat McDonald’s ground chicken carcasses processed into what they call “Nuggets”, than pay for overpriced chicken grenades.
So on a five star ratings system I’d have to say:
**
One cause I didn’t die of food born illness…
And the second because they do have a nice variety of flavors.
That’s it, that’s all they have going for them…
Feel free to add any questions, comments or concerns about this establishment, I’d love to hear how your experiences were with B.W.W.
Being a father has changed my life, not because of the responsibilities, but because of how much of this world really reveals itself too you. The good, the bad, and the ugly, it magnified it all, almost force feeding it all to you. I remember the day my wife delivered our son, I stood by her side the whole time, I was even on the catchers plate when he started to reveal himself. I assisted the Doctor with whatever I could and was legally allowed to, too prevent malpractice on his part, I did it. Then when the nurse was like, “I’m going to take him to get washed up..” I was like “the Hel you are!, I’m going to do it!”, and I did, when he had his first bowel movement and the nurse was like, “I’m going to go ahead and clean all that up…”, I again was like “the Hel you are!, I’m going to do it!”. Even when the nurse warned me of the black tar musky death that awaited my sinuses, I did it. Every waking cry and scream that came from that boy I’d fly out of bed to tend to him happily. Though it scared my wife everytime I leapt up out of bed as if I was on fire, she very quickly had to tell me “just let him be, he’ll be fine…”. I was and still am a protective father, though not “overly”, not according to those that know me. But I tend to my son with patience and quick remembrance to how I used to be at his age. Oh the stories and wonderful tales of me getting into trouble and being a sheer terror. “Your your sons hyper-active, he’s got O.C.D, oh he has A.D.D”, no one wanted to handle me, just medicate the kid and be done with it. That’s what teachers told my mom when I was young, and being the woman she is, bought into it and forced the medications on me. Soon I was “manageable” and likable again, nevermind all the weightloss I had from being given prescription “speed”, which as Doctors put it would “slow me down”. But hey I turned out alright (twitch twitch).
So, when my son acts out, hulks up and rampages, I parent him, guild him and teach him, the best way a toddler can be. When the wife snaps or can’t handle our son, as she puts it “here comes papa to save the day!”, have it mostly said in sarcasm, but truth be told, I do. I save the day, help all parties involved get the most from whatever situation is at hand. Now don’t get me wrong, I discipline when discipline is needed, just as my pre-teens, but I find I have more patience than most when it comes to my mini-me, cause well, he’s part of me and I know how I was like and how NOT to handle someone like me, so I handle him the same way I needed to be handled as a kid, with caring, understanding, patience.
But he brings so much joy, happiness and gives new meaning to “life”. It’s amazing, a matter of fact, stop reading this and go out and get yourself a baby today if you don’t already have one. If you do already have one you either think I’m full of it, or on drugs or both. But their might be a few of you who know exactly what I’m talking about, and kudos to you.
It’s magical having your own child, your own slice of DNA replicated in a flesh sack of pure magic. Just the other day my son and I was riding on this unicorn over this majestic waterfall when a rainbow filled with diamond dust rained down on us, we laughed and laughed till candy grew from the ground…ok, so maybe It’s NOT that magical, but hearing your little one laugh sure does come close.
And that’s the good, now the bad is worrying about kidnapping, death, murder, accidents or zombies eating your baby or the cat putting It’s paw on your babies mouth and suffocating it when it sleeps. I mean your brain thinks of all sorts of horrors that could of never could happen but you worry “What if!”… I recall a time I was at a market with my son, he was just a wee lad at the time and some guy and a girl stopped right in front of me and crouched down before my son and the guy reached his hand out to touch my son and something came over me and I yelled “I will eat your fucking soul if you touch him!”, obviously that’s not something you hear everyday, but the guy literally stumbled back on his butt and his girlfriend/wife had to pick him up. I kept on pushing on by them and never looked back.
I mean why do strangers feel a need to touch random babies? Who the heck do they think they are? I mean you don’t see me, a built, bald, heavily tattooed guy walking up to your pregnant girlfriend/wife and put my hands on her belly and moan and say “OhHh a BaBy!” Seriously, HUGE pet peeve of mine. Some degenerate at the grocery store who’s bagging your groceries into the cart reaches over and trys to touch your immaculate babies face, chop that filthy bastard in his gibblet and eye- gouge them with your thumbs.
And having a daughter, that’s the worse thing that can happen to a man. When I’m at a store with my pre-teen daughter and guys (of all ages) turn and stare and watch her walk by…WHAT THE FUCK! DO YOU WANT TO DIE TODAY? Seriously, never in my life did I know how predominate pedophiles ran rampant until you’ve got some dude salivating over a little girl right in front of you. That’s the ugly, when you turn on the news and they force you to witness child abductions, kidnapping, sex slaves, pedophiles left & right for child porn, molestation…It’s sick and we’re bringing our babies into this cesspool! It’s scary stuff.
And that’s what I mean, it can be Soo beautiful and your fondest life memories will be about the times you have and share with your kids, then you have to deal with the bad in the world and face the ugly truth… Your going to need a gun, and a lot of bullets if you have a little girl. But I’d never change being a dad for anything in this world. It’s the greatest gift a woman can give to her husband…a clone of himself.
So mothers, fathers, if your reading this, run out of whatever room your in, grab your kids/step-kid/adopted/test-tube baby, and let them know how much happiness and magic they bring into your world, then whisper in their ears…”If anyone trys to hurt you, I’ll kill them…” It let’s them know truly how important they are to you.
(Truly my hero, this kid saved my life)
And so I find myself, transplanted into a new job, a new position, a new role. Does it demasculinize me? Does it repress my manly behaviors? Does it make me less of a man? The answer is simple, “Fuck NO Mutha’fucker!!”, though that response wasn’t necessary it serves a point, I’m still a manly man, with limited vocabulary still at his disposal and a “Bad Ass” to boot. But on a serious note, having to fill the role of “housewife” has been an eye opener to the crazy world of those women who are in fact, “stay at home”. It opens all sorts of enlightenment and secrets into their responsibilities, duties and tasks at hand. Now being fired from a company I vested 6 years of my life too and being tossed to the curb without a pay out check, severance check or unemployment check opportunity wasn’t the best thing to have happened to me, but being able to structure a healthy, loving, nurturing bond with my step-kids has been, being able to raise my toddler has been a true gift. Now I know historically It’s been the “woman’s job” to get that sort of thing done, and It’s been the “mans job” to bring home the bacon and provide for his family. This role as far as I’m concerned has been re-worked and re-applied. I still provide for my family, I provide home cooked meals, clean home, structure, nurture the growth and development of my children, maintain the house. My wife, as she in so many eloquent words said to me, “Id hate to be a stay at home mom, I’d rather DIE!”. This by no means discredits her ability to be a “mother” or makes her out to be a bad mom, it just means she’d rather be at work than dealing with pre-teens and a baby all day. You going to blame her? But, I’m a different breed of man, I protect my young, bring them balanced meals to eat, maintain our cave, Im no long a “manager” or “team leader” or “senior customer service representative”, no now I hold the title “Papa Bear”, and am proud to be able to hold that role. Playing a non-age appropriate videogames such as “Borderlands 2” with a 3 year old brings joy into my heart and smiles on my face. Talking to kids about their “he said, she said” elementary drama is entertaining. Home cooking meals is a pleasure. Having my wife come home and not worry about a thing is fantastic and less of a relationship stress.
Now in-laws and friends will scoff at the idea or think less of me or us as a family for our situation, but it works for us, It’s what my wife choose for herself and for us, It’s what I accepted and view as my “new” job. So the next time you see a bear of a man, covered in tattoos, bald and looking like he belongs in prison rather than at the zoo pushing a stroller with a baby in it, followed by two pre-teens yapping away about who knows what with smiles on their faces, mind your fucked business…I didn’t kidnap them! So before your quick to judge, put down or ridicule those that were affected by this lovely nations consistently rising unemployment rate and forced into role reversals, just think to your self… There are tons of men and women who would rather not be responsible for their kids, or raise them, many men who don’t want to be a “Mr.Mom” or wives that don’t even want to work. It’s glad to see people stepping up to the plate and being responsible in whatever capacity they can. So I won’t be a successful business owner or have a career that labels me, for I get to have the best label of them all…”The best husband & father”, if not only in the eyes of my wife & children…and for me, that’s all that matters.
(Its funny how in the 80’s this was a joke, but 20 years latter It’s become a way of life.)
A Snowflake not only reminds me of Winter, but also of Hagalaz the rune for Winter and regeneration. The Children’s Futhark booklet states:
“Hail is the whitest of grain; it is whirled from the vault of heaven and is tossed about by gusts of wind and then it melts into water.”
Hagalaz means hail. The coming together of the warm thunderstorm and the freezing ice. It also could mean the seed pattern of the coming spring or of renewal. You could look at it either as the renewal of ourselves or renewal of our Folk. Also Hagalaz is a destructive force, which is what hail does to material things. The destructive side of this rune can show us that even though we can create order from chaos, there is still chaos within us that we cannot pretend it is not there. This is the first rune of the second Aett. These runes are the chaos that creeps back in and can either stifle us or motivate us towards being the best we can be! Always looking at the past pattern to learn and change for the future. I call on Hagalaz when I need to ‘see’ the pattern of renewal and recognize the importance of struggle and success, the harmony of purpose.
-(Hyndla OR)
With that being said it acts as a reminder to my beloved daughter with whom I lost in December of 2012. The bitter cold biting at my face as my tears turned to ice that winter day. I wear this snowflake (tattooed on my face) as an act of dedication to my daughter, for I’d rather live a harder life of ridicule, judgment, pain & suffering if it ment she didn’t have too.
A Wyrd Place 