Canis Latrans (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} darth_adam) wrote,@ 2005-09-25 17:38:00 |
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I sat on a sheep.
I just got back from Missouri today. I was best man for Dustin Bradley, who of course is now happily married. It was a small wedding, held in the front yard of the place that Dustin and Christy (Mrs. Bradley) have been staying at. A guy named Doug married them; it was Doug's house and yard too. Doug is one of those folks who became ordained over the internet. A real nice chap. Christy and Dustin seem to be a good match, and after having spoken with them both privately I can see that they are certainly both devoted to eachother. At least for now--sad how half of marriages end up these days. Hey that's just the odds, that's all I'm saying.
How was MO? I'll sum it up:
Shitty roads, masonginistic road signs, supposedly crooked Amish, spare tire on the railroad tracks, pairs of shoes hanging from power lines, Confederate flag with the phrase "Git er done" written on it, dilapidated buildings, rusted out beater cars that shake when they go around corners, and a pretty cool hippy named Steve that plays a mean slide guitar. The bad part of town where I was at wasn't actually in town at all, but out in the sticks where folks'll never drive slow or alone.
Closest I got to any of that mess was a mysterious pair of parking lights waaaaaay down at the end of the driveway of Doug's place. Dustin I crept up about halfway to the lights to see who was there n all, but at the last minute decided that if they really wanted anything they'd come join us by the keg. Most of the folks there seemed pretty convinced it was just kids out poaching deer, and that they do it all the time.
Yesterday got me thinking about law enforcement again. Shortly after lunch or so, Dustin directed me out to the home of a couple of people he knows, and before I know it there are two little kids (approx. 1 year and 1.5 / 2 years) being sent with us; car seats, diaper bags and all. The parents looked like real fucking winners, and I think Grandma was drunk. Either that or she just acts fried all the time.
I don't know the first thing about taking care of little kids, and I was pretty upset that such a responsibility was so carelessly given to me. WHO THE FUCK SENDS THEIR KIDS OFF WITH A STRANGER? Didn't end up badly though--turns out Christy is their aunt, and as far as I'm concerned, they were better off being with us than at home. It was weird to see how well they reacted to being put into a strange guy's car and taken who the hell knows where. They were absolutely adorable little kids (L.J. and Cassidy), and I can't describe what it felt like to hear what home is like for these two. D.F.S. hasn't been able to get the kids away from their parents yet, but maybe there's hope. (D.F.S. is Missouri's version of D.H.S.)
Little L.J.'s lip was hurt, and it was assumed that his mother was probably the culprit. I'd go straight to jail if I ever saw someone do something like that to a kid like L.J.
All in all it was a neat weekend. I'm happy for Dustin, it was good to see his adopted folks again, he's got some good family to hang out with nearby, and as for the rest...well it was certainly educational.
Sorry for the longness and drama-whoreishness of this post, but shit--seriously. What the hell happened to Missouri?
I just got back from Missouri today. I was best man for Dustin Bradley, who of course is now happily married. It was a small wedding, held in the front yard of the place that Dustin and Christy (Mrs. Bradley) have been staying at. A guy named Doug married them; it was Doug's house and yard too. Doug is one of those folks who became ordained over the internet. A real nice chap. Christy and Dustin seem to be a good match, and after having spoken with them both privately I can see that they are certainly both devoted to eachother. At least for now--sad how half of marriages end up these days. Hey that's just the odds, that's all I'm saying.
How was MO? I'll sum it up:
Shitty roads, masonginistic road signs, supposedly crooked Amish, spare tire on the railroad tracks, pairs of shoes hanging from power lines, Confederate flag with the phrase "Git er done" written on it, dilapidated buildings, rusted out beater cars that shake when they go around corners, and a pretty cool hippy named Steve that plays a mean slide guitar. The bad part of town where I was at wasn't actually in town at all, but out in the sticks where folks'll never drive slow or alone.
Closest I got to any of that mess was a mysterious pair of parking lights waaaaaay down at the end of the driveway of Doug's place. Dustin I crept up about halfway to the lights to see who was there n all, but at the last minute decided that if they really wanted anything they'd come join us by the keg. Most of the folks there seemed pretty convinced it was just kids out poaching deer, and that they do it all the time.
Yesterday got me thinking about law enforcement again. Shortly after lunch or so, Dustin directed me out to the home of a couple of people he knows, and before I know it there are two little kids (approx. 1 year and 1.5 / 2 years) being sent with us; car seats, diaper bags and all. The parents looked like real fucking winners, and I think Grandma was drunk. Either that or she just acts fried all the time.
I don't know the first thing about taking care of little kids, and I was pretty upset that such a responsibility was so carelessly given to me. WHO THE FUCK SENDS THEIR KIDS OFF WITH A STRANGER? Didn't end up badly though--turns out Christy is their aunt, and as far as I'm concerned, they were better off being with us than at home. It was weird to see how well they reacted to being put into a strange guy's car and taken who the hell knows where. They were absolutely adorable little kids (L.J. and Cassidy), and I can't describe what it felt like to hear what home is like for these two. D.F.S. hasn't been able to get the kids away from their parents yet, but maybe there's hope. (D.F.S. is Missouri's version of D.H.S.)
Little L.J.'s lip was hurt, and it was assumed that his mother was probably the culprit. I'd go straight to jail if I ever saw someone do something like that to a kid like L.J.
All in all it was a neat weekend. I'm happy for Dustin, it was good to see his adopted folks again, he's got some good family to hang out with nearby, and as for the rest...well it was certainly educational.
Sorry for the longness and drama-whoreishness of this post, but shit--seriously. What the hell happened to Missouri?
