While Ruby and I were checking out a local flea market, I ran across a stack of old iron-ons from the 70s. You remember, the kind you would get at K-Mart and your mom would iron them on (hence the name) a crisp, new white Fruit of the Loom t-shirt for you. They generally had pictures of cars, super-heroes, warlocks and/or wizards, or some other cool 70s image.
Well, I bought one. It wasn't cheap at $10, but too damn cool to pass up. I'm pretty confident I got the coolest one. A couple days later I bought a cheap t-shirt at Target, and presto--coolest shirt on earth.
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| If it were only a mesh half-shirt... |
Then, a couple days ago while the fam and I were walking around the block, we ran into some random crap in someone's yard with a "free" sign on it all. A little BBQ smoker caught my eye. But man, I've already got three grills.
We returned home and April encouraged me to go pick it up if it was still there. I jumped in the truck and went back to the yard of junk. Everything was still sitting in their yard, so I grabbed the smoker. Damn thing had to weigh 60lbs. There was a little metal table too, all rusted out crunchy--but kinda cool--so I grabbed that too.
I spent an hour or so that evening cleaning them up, putting a fresh coat of paint on them, and giving them some new life.
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| The 'after' pic. |
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| A little rickety and rusty. |
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| A crescent wrench makeover, new high-heat paint job, and a little varnish. |
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| My fire pit shot craps, so a perfect night for a test drive. Next up: meat. |
*Now, not to be dramatic, but I'm angry about something and I'm going to use profanity to express my frustrations. If you are worried that this outburst might change your saintly image of me, then you might want to skip this part.*
Apparently there is a fashion company called Dolce & Gabbana. My wife thinks I'm an imbecile for not knowing of them. In truth, I'm kind of proud of myself for not knowing. This is not why I'm angry, though.
The owners of this company made public comments saying that in vitro fertilization create "children of chemistry" and the children are "synthetic".
I don't care about who these people are. What bothers me is that people actually feel this way. And I'm assuming the majority of folks who feel this way do not or have not had any trouble conceiving children. When I hear comments like this made, it feels like a direct insult to me, my wife, and my beautiful, innocent 8 month-old daughter--who was conceived via IVF.
I guess Elton John got mad and retorted in some manner. Good. But I still really don't care about that either. What I care about is people with an ancient, archaic way of thinking, expressing their unjustified opinions. I understand that you have the right to have an opinion, just like me. But think about all the people you are directly insulting with your beliefs. You're attacking good people who believe in family. Not to mention the innocent, happy children you are belittling.
I don't care if you have religious beliefs that you think justify your opinions. If you do, I feel sorry for you. I don't want to be a part of any god that shuns life and love.
There is nothing synthetic about my baby. There is nothing chemical about my baby. The only thing you need to know about my baby is that she is happy, healthy, and fucking amazing. I'm pretty sure that God (or whomever) likes her, too.
Stop caring about this shit. Stop it with your anti-IVF, your anti-gay, your anti-non-traditional family, your anti-black, your anti-Jew. Just fucking stop. No god that I know is with you on any of this, so why care about it? It's just people, love, life, and family. There's nothing bad about it. So shut up.
Thank you April. I love you.
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| Picture of a synthetic, chemical baby that should not have been brought into this world. |
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