Post by scowha7 on Jul 2, 2018 9:22:11 GMT -6
So, how many of you clicked on this just because of the title? Well, if many of you did, then that's what I'm banking on! About 5 years ago, I started jotting down stories and such for a book that my kids want me to write. This is going to be the title. Why a book? Well, around the kids friends, our church, our friends and family, etc my "wit" is nearly famous. The kids friends always wanted to come over for Sunday dinner because they never knew what I'd say. I have what I'd call "situational imagination". You say something and my mind goes off on wild tangents sometimes! My dreams are also famous.
I don't know for SURE what the book will be about, but for now I've just been blogging it. For the last 8-10 months, it's grown stale because I really just lost track of things to write about. That's where all ya'all come in. I thought I was just going to buy a few models to get me through 7 weeks on a couch over the winter, but it's turned into a passion for me. Partially because of the challenge, partially because it gives me something do to when my health keeps me from woodworking or landscaping, but mainly because of so many of the pleasant memories it's brought back for me.
I only ever remember working on 3 models as a kid. The USS Arizona, a red Corvette convertible and (Thanks to gothic for reminding me by offering to sell me the "ortho Ford") a NASCAR model. One thing for sure I can tell you is that they were all terrible builds. Glue and/or paint bombs as you guys would call them. I'd love to have them back to rebuild them. However, the memories that are now resurfacing aren't the models themselves but why I had them.
When I was 11 and my brother 10, he was diagnosed with colon cancer and only given a 25% chance to live 1 year. (He beat the year and lived for 15 more years--succumbing only after his 4th 'bout with that nasty disease) Before then, Mike and I were both in soccer and Boy Scouts (Mike because I was), but chemo and the side effects pretty much kept him inside for 2 years, so Dad went out and bought us all models. He got the USS Constitution for himself (which I now have), the USS Missouri for Mike, and the USS Arizona for me. On evenings after dad got home from work and on the weekends, we'd all sit in the living room and work on those three models together. Dad never did finish the Constitution and always wanted us to take our time on our ships, but we were 10 and 11. 
After we finished our ships, he bought us both NASCARs and again--gluebombs. Of course it wasn't the product, but the time together!
After we finished our ships, he bought us both NASCARs and again--gluebombs. Of course it wasn't the product, but the time together!Definitely good times!
Anyways, to say the least, I've had an atypical life of sorts. My "book by blog" site is: www.thehaineshome.net if you want some reading sometime. Some funny, some sad, some that'll leave you scratching your head and asking "That didn't REALLY happen...Did it?". Here's a teaser though: I'm a guy who's first marriage ended in part because of Ted Kennedy....Go find that story--IT'S TRUE!
