I haven’t had a chance to write a blog in a bit, because there simply wasn’t enough hours in the weekend to do everything that I had to do, and write a blog too. For those that don’t know, my wife and I are expecting our second child (just found out it will be another BOY). With all the excitement, also comes a lot of preparation. It just so happens that the next challenge we had to check off our list was to get a different vehicle for the wife. Pretty cut and dry huh? This is where the adventure (and revelation) started for me…
First of all I hate debt, so the idea of spending ten’s of thousands of dollars on something that gets you from point “A” to point “B”, is pretty tough for me. Even more so the fact that you are making payments on something that will be worn out by the time you pay it off seems absurd. Secondly, I’m a very no frills kind of guy, so newer vehicles are super foreign to me. It looks as though almost nothing can be simple any more. My wife previously had a Jeep Grand Cherokee, which was a pretty nice rig, (for her) leather seats, power everything, aftermarket everything… To me it seemed pretty loaded, until I stepped into the first van (yes I said van) that was on the wifes radar… HOLY CRAP MAN, vans are not just for tree planters, people who live in Utah and have lots of children, or that dude that use to give me free candy as a child anymore. The things are more technically advanced then the friggen Bat-mobile! Backup cameras, power sliding doors, electric start, not one, but two DVD players, power inverters, AV inputs all over the place, mood lighting in the roof panels, the middle seats even spin around and there is a table that mounts into the floor so a family of five can sit in the back and have a meal together. Way to fancy for me, but it got me thinking about people in general, and how every person has their own idea system of what should be considered normal… Case and Point: My wife and I. You all have read where I have made reference to how different we are, but this damn van hunt (see how I had to tie it back to hunting to make myself feel better about the whole thing.) really made me think about how dis-similar that we truly are.
FOOD: My wife is a vegetarian, (
ancient Indian word for shitty hunter) doesn’t like “real” meat, has fish on occasion. She married a man who will make three meat nachos, using jerky instead of chips. Her Idea of a perfect meal is some sort of black bean and cheese enchilada thing with a strain of rice that the Dalai llama himself discovered. Mine would be a hamburger made of ground prime rib, that uses moose back straps instead of buns (cooked rare of course) with a peppered blue cheese, for a side dish I would like bacon wrapped jo-jo’s, and boneless buffalo grouse wings. I literally spend hundreds of dollars each year in the pursuit of all things finned, furred and feathered, and I’m married to a women who upon seeing a deer first says “AWWWWWWW”, then quickly transitions to “Run Bambi Run”. (I guess I can’t complain, it gives me an opportunity to practice my Doe bleat and see if I can stop a critter at full gallop right?) But whats important is that she doesn’t try to keep me out of the woods, and I don’t try (too hard) to get her to eat meat, that is the working balance that we have come up with, and it has worked pretty well.
LIFESTYLE: If you have spent time around me and my clan, you know that my wife does not leave the house without looking like she is ready to go to the biggest party of her life. Her make-up is always done, her hair is always perfect, she smells nice, she is beautiful. Which is crazy to me because she married the exact opposite of her. I can be out of bed and into the truck in less than 10 minutes, I buzz my hair because I don’t like to waste time fixing it when I can just put a hat on. I grow a beard because I hate to shave (as a plus, it makes me ruggedly handsome, like if a lumberjack and a viking had a baby), and as for fashion I don’t really care much, I try to dress in a way as to not embarrass her, and that serves my purpose, If a pair of shorts will carry my pistol, my multi-tool, a can, my keys, a knife and my wallet, while at the same time covering my unsavory parts I deem them to be perfectly fine to wear just about any place. While were talking about lifestyle let’s just go down the list of differences: My wife has a smart phone (probably just like you ) that can do just about anything in the world email, text, watch videos of kids falling on bikes, read Post World Patriot blogs, buy a custom ar-15 in .223 Wylde from Shogun munitions systems, or even order a copy of “hunt with the Sun at your back” from Amazon and leave us an awesome review for it… I have a ruggedized flip phone that has a compass that will work even when I don’t have cell phone service… And its camo. My Idea of lining up for a good shot is finding a good solid rest, insulating the forearm of the rifle from any hard surfaces, making sure that I focus on a clean trigger squeeze and my shooting breath. Her Idea has something to do with getting the whole family into the view finder in selfie mode. We bought the van mentioned above, so you already know its bells and whistles, but I drive a 1993 Ford F-350 crew cab, no power windows or locks, currently it has a power motor, a power stereo, and a power heater, that’s it! It is exactly what I wanted. But it wouldn’t be right for me to expect my wife to have those same requirements to justify her happiness, or vise versa.
People are different. When you think about it, even your closest friends don’t share the exact same thought processes that you do, And how can you expect them to? Yes I may wish that everyone else was the same kind of weird as me, but I know in all reality I would end up trying to get weirder to overcome the monotony of similarity. Acceptance of individual want and needs is very important, if you click on the news tickers, or flip on the boob-tube you are constantly seeing people rioting and fighting about their beliefs, which to me is the most hypocritical thing that a person can do. If you don’t like the way that someone else thinks, don’t listen to them. Why would you surround yourself with people who have made a choice to stand on the other side of the fence from where you hold to be truth? If someone wants to rally on one side of town about how meat is murder (delicious, delicious murder) and you are a butcher why would you go to that gathering? The only reason I can think of is to start a confrontation, and by doing so, you are saying that your beliefs are more important than theirs. To me that is wrong. If you really don’t like the anti-meat rally being held, why not start your own rally (on the other side of town) and gather with others who believe as you do, your voice can be heard, and so can the other sides, just in different locations where the chances of altercations are lessened. We as fellow Americans have the right to gather and express our feelings and beliefs (no matter how strange and wrong they may be) in that we have to respect each other and work together in order to keep that liberty, be respectful and kind even when faced with situations that lend themselves well to confrontation. Be bigger then the problem, life your life in a way that perpetuates happiness and growth, not hate and fear. We can all get through this together, and person by person we can restore our faith in humanity. If the beautiful vegetarian women in the minivan, listening to Adele on her Iphone, sipping on a $4 bottled water can find it in her heart to love the redneck Grizzly Adams sitting on his tailgate, drinking a Budweiser, eating deer jerky, listening to Merle Haggard, then why can’t the rest of the world find a way to do the same?
-Grant Willoughby Suptember 3rd 2017-