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Cheater!!

I cheated on her! I know what you're thinking, "another hopeless shallow male with no sense of commitment". You're right.
We'd been togethor for about 3 years. As soon as we met we found we could talk togethor so easily. We just hit it off right from the start. She was so gentle, and was genuinely interested in my life and who I was. They were good times, how could I ever cheat?
Saturday morning, local shopping centre, I had every intention of dropping in to surprise her. And then I did it.... I walked right past her hair salon and straight around the corner into the 'other' hairdresser!!!
I know I could make the excuse that there were 5 other people waiting before me, and that I'd have to sit in the little chairs for 15 minutes, but it doesn't make it right, I know that.
Before I knew it, there I was in the chair of another woman, having her shampoo my hair and me telling her in my cute way "number 2 on the back and sides...blended at the back....yeh leave it a little longer on top, but you'll need the thinning scissors". Cute . CHEATER!
I felt so dirty, but so good, as she put the many years of experience into trimming my locks into shape. (by the way - my tip about hairdressers - always ask for the older hairdressers - they actually know how to cut hair! Don't trust your hair to someone that just got out of junior high)
Wow, she was good. My hair felt clean, and neat. But now I realised that my car was parked right outside the salon of the keeper of my follicles for the last 3 years.
What'll I do? Walk straight past the front of the salon and wave as if nothing has happened? She'd know, she's not stupid. I could walk past on the opposite side of the shops hoping she's to busy to look up...maybe? NO - I had to do the only thing I new was best for both of us.......
I walked out the opposite entrance and the 1.6km's around the whole shopping centre to get back to my car without being caught.
Cheater!

Chalk and cheese...and fruit smoothie!

If you've ever had kids yourself, or had brothers and sisters, you'll understand how different two siblings can be. Same Mum, same dad, how much variance can you have?
Bucketloads!
One short example: number one son is very expressive. You know exactly what he's thinking at any given moment of the day. When he was 3, he used to practice his falls before 'performing' them in front of us. And you certainly know when he's sick. It's like watching one of those silent drama films, but with the sound turned up loud! "Quick, get me to the hospital, I've got an ectopic stomach! I'm dying....dying....dy....."
Number two son, "the shadow", just quitely goes about life, making sure his 'footprint on the earth' is a gentle one. He's the kid parents forget about until they're almost at a their dinner party when they realise there's only 2 of the 3 back seats filled. And you certainly don't know when he's sick.
Take Thursday morning for instance. Normal morning, kids are up, number 1 is eating 5 wheat bix, number 2 is wrapped up in the doona on the couch trying to wake up (just like mum), while number 3 has a discussion with his Bob the Builder about restrictive discipline and its long term effects. I make the kids a fruit smoothie with banana, rockmelon, orange and milk...mmmmm.
All three suck it down at the table, number 2 is told to hurry up and have his cereal. He obeys , and sits down at the table, quiet , staring, contemplative, focussed.... 2 minutes pass, and I wonder what's going on in his mind.
He then calmly regurgitates his fruit smoothie up onto the table!!
No drama, no fuss, little noise!
The only words spoken by number 2 "I think I might be sick?"
Chalk and cheese really...and a lot of fruit smoothie.

Nephilim goes down

I'm going to lay a few bits of the Bible on you. Don't be scared, it's pretty interesting. The first proverb is "pride comes before a fall, the bigger the ego, the harder the fall".

I'm a big healthy farm boy, giant head, big body, strong as an ox. Like Jethro from the Beverley Hillbillies,but without the brill-cream. I hardly ever get sick, and if I do it's over and done with within 24 hours.

I used to joke about being descended from dudes called 'Nephilim'. There's a couple of paragraphs from Genesis and Numbers in the Bible that describe these guys the best.

Genesis 6:4 (The Message)
4 This was back in the days (and also later) when there were giants in the land. The giants came from the union of the sons of God and the daughters of men. These were the mighty men of ancient lore, the famous ones.

Numbers 13:33 (The Message)
Everybody we saw was huge. Why, we even saw the Nephilim giants (the Anak giants come from the Nephilim). Alongside them we felt like grasshoppers. And they looked down on us as if we were grasshoppers."

Combine some out of context Bible verses, a bit of pride, and a long run of healthy fortune, and you've got yourself either a cult that ends up killing itself off with poison. Or a perfect set up for God to have the last laugh.

I'm seeing a pattern. Every 3 to 4 years something comes along that reminds me that maybe I'm not a 'Nehilim'.

In 1988 it was the Lamb Vindaloo/stomach virus combo that cost me 8 days and 8 kilo's.

Then there was multiple ingrown toenail operations of '92.
And who can forget the dislocating shoulders of '97 through '99.
Interspersed of course with the odd cold here and there.
Anywho... I have spent the last year filled with pride, lecturing the 'young guys' at work about having a 'positive mindset', and that if you believe you don't get sick, you won't. And sprouting on like a puffed up pigeon how I only average 1 sick day a year, and that's usually to take care of a sick family member.
Thursday, 2 weeks ago, came the aches...immobilised! I tried to text in sick (to avoid the embarrassment of admitting I wasn't superhuman verbally to someone else). The phone battery died just before hitting send.
Back at work the next day and the following week, but struggling to keep up the image us 'nephilim' and born to bear. A whole ten days later and suddenly I'm sounding like Lee Marvin in 'Paint your wagon' (look it up kids, its a classic), and work told me to stay away! "But, but ... I'm a Nephilim...I don't get sick...guys ...guys"
Luckily, being super human, I progressed quite quickly, my voice changing from Lee Marvin, to Johnny Cash, and back to a respectable Al Pacino.
I'm not giving up on the idea I'm a direct descendant of 'Nephilim'. I mean hey, it doesn't say in the Bible that they didn't get sick?!