I had promised I'd write another entry after the lunch with my father and grandmother, well, here it is.
It wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. What I can remember my father to look like, well, it wasn't to far off from what he looked like. Kind of like my older brother with a beard and slightly less hair. If you were to examine what we all ate I'd have to imagine that the two of them might have been more nervous, they each had a BLT on wheat. I'd say it was something easy to handle so that if the stomach was nervous it wouldn't be to bad. I had a cajun chicken sandwich, something I haven't had in a while and it was better than most places make them(which is why I don't have them often.)
I was nervous while I waited for them, felt like I wasn't going to be able to eat, which obviously isn't true since I had a good lunch.
I couldn't really think of much to ask him, need to prepare myself better for the next time. I answered the questions he asked, he answered the ones I asked, we were both fairly vague on things. The most odd thing was that he kept staring at me, I guess it's understandable since the last time he saw me was about 25 years ago.
On another note he doesn't have an tattoos, nor does he seem to have a problem with them. I say this because my grandmother notice that the waitress had some ink on her leg, I had noticed the one around her elbow when she first came over but wasn't going to say anything about it. When my grandmother mentioned it we started discussing tattoos and I mentioned the small issue I had with the newer piece I had being worked on and a brief explanation of the work/size of the piece that I was doing. My dad only made the comment about how it wasn't something he had gotten into, the look on my grandmother was a bit odd and I don't think she liked the thought I had them. A bit tough to change that though, anyway, not something I am going to worry about with it.
Fairly big blog here, could probably keep going on this for a bit more, but I covered everything I think.
I can't wait for Saturday, getting to go play paintball with some of the team and some of their friends, co-workers, and family. I will probably post another blog with some images from it, I'll be playing all day kilted which should be rather interesting and fun. definitely more comfortable than the normal uniform I have to wear while I run through the woods shooting people. I need the stress relief!!!!
It wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. What I can remember my father to look like, well, it wasn't to far off from what he looked like. Kind of like my older brother with a beard and slightly less hair. If you were to examine what we all ate I'd have to imagine that the two of them might have been more nervous, they each had a BLT on wheat. I'd say it was something easy to handle so that if the stomach was nervous it wouldn't be to bad. I had a cajun chicken sandwich, something I haven't had in a while and it was better than most places make them(which is why I don't have them often.)
I was nervous while I waited for them, felt like I wasn't going to be able to eat, which obviously isn't true since I had a good lunch.
I couldn't really think of much to ask him, need to prepare myself better for the next time. I answered the questions he asked, he answered the ones I asked, we were both fairly vague on things. The most odd thing was that he kept staring at me, I guess it's understandable since the last time he saw me was about 25 years ago.
On another note he doesn't have an tattoos, nor does he seem to have a problem with them. I say this because my grandmother notice that the waitress had some ink on her leg, I had noticed the one around her elbow when she first came over but wasn't going to say anything about it. When my grandmother mentioned it we started discussing tattoos and I mentioned the small issue I had with the newer piece I had being worked on and a brief explanation of the work/size of the piece that I was doing. My dad only made the comment about how it wasn't something he had gotten into, the look on my grandmother was a bit odd and I don't think she liked the thought I had them. A bit tough to change that though, anyway, not something I am going to worry about with it.
Fairly big blog here, could probably keep going on this for a bit more, but I covered everything I think.
I can't wait for Saturday, getting to go play paintball with some of the team and some of their friends, co-workers, and family. I will probably post another blog with some images from it, I'll be playing all day kilted which should be rather interesting and fun. definitely more comfortable than the normal uniform I have to wear while I run through the woods shooting people. I need the stress relief!!!!