That’s right, it’s the Guardian Bells monthly giveaway. Go to http://www.guardianbells.com and pick out which bell you would like, then go and comment on here with which one you chose to be eligible to win it. Adam and Krista will then ship you your bell and you’ll be protected. Piece of piss, right? Right!
If, like Carole, you enter all the time, but never win a bell, then you might have to go and buy one. I hate to say it, but nobody needs evil road spirits attaching themselves to their vehicle, and if you have to fork out a bit of cash for some peace of mind, then you’ll be doubly protected.*
Anyhow, go do all that stuff and come back here and read about a bit of a family reunion we had this weekend.
Are you back? Good, now I’ll explain a few things.
My uncle has cancer.
Yeah, it really sucks, but so do a lot of things. I’m not here to get a bunch of people saying that they’re sorry and telling me that cancer sucks. I already know that shit.
The reason that I mentioned it was that it brought us together with our cousins that we don’t get to see that often. In fact, one of them hadn’t been seen in over twenty years. Lon and I have gotten together a few times over the years, but really not enough. I didn’t even recognise his son, because he was just a baby the last time I saw him. He’s three now. That’s too long.
Anyhow, we all had a good catching up, and it was a really nice day. I hate that it took a man that I admire more than just about anyone to get sick for us all to get together, but you have to take what you can get I guess. I mean really, isn’t there always something good that comes from a bad situation? Even if it’s just a lesson learned, it’s still something.
The fact of the matter is that people get cancer. They may win the battle, or they may end up on the losing end. It’s just the way it is. The only thing you can really do throughout the process is try to look at the positive side of things. Even when there doesn’t seem to be one. Look harder, it’s there.
Focusing solely on the negative will do nothing but poison your mind and spirit, so what’s the point? It doesn’t make you feel good. It doesn’t help the person that’s fighting this shitty disease. It just gives off bad energy, and no one needs that shit.
So the positive of this was that we got to hang out with some really great folks that we never get to see, and we got to catch up on a lot of old stories that I had forgotten all about. There were adorable kids and some drinking of beer, and a whole lot of me getting labelled as a kid who did whatever he wanted.
I suppose that’s pretty accurate.
Broken hearts and dirty windows, make life difficult to see,