Renew My Faith

Last week I went to a friend house for a week. One thing that I found out that these people hated staying home. Get in long enough to go to the bathroom and out the door again. Can’t sit down and rest for nothing until they got a new computer. Then it was hard to get them out of the house. Which is a good thing.

What is the surprising news is that for the first time in my 27 year history. I drink 4 beers and ate an entire thing of hot wings. This is one thing I have never done. I do not eat things with bones. It freaks me out but I plowed through these wings like I have been doing it for years. After the beers and trips to bathroom, the wings with blue cheese I was only a tad buzzed. It let me loosen up which is great.

Though when I got back, my computer started to act up. I touched my tower and the power supply decided to go ape shit. I had to replace it with one that I had in storage. It works fine but I still need a new one.

Mother was going to buy me a computer whens he got her income tax but the people who did her taxes in 2007 fucked up and filed twice that now the IRS wants mother to pay in this year. I think this is wrong because the tax return place messed up not mother. They should be paying to fix their mess. So I will have to save up more money and hope I can find one for cheep. There is a computer for $398 without a monitor that looks good.

Today I had my ISP come out to check my net connection because it was slugging along and not being able to receive a signal from them. The ISP technician changed out the splitter and a wire outside because it had water. Now my net is running good as ever.

Thats about it for the past week. Hopefully nothing bad happens again. People always tell me to look towards the future, be optimistic and things will get better. Only thing I say to this, we are born to die.

Early afternoon yesterday I took my 11 year old nephew and baby nephew to the school play ground. While we were going to the swings we spotted a wallet. My eldest nephew picked it up and I asked him to hand it to me. I only checked to see if their was an address and which there was. It was right up the road so I decided to play with my nephews for a bit on the swings and take it back when we head home. My nephew said he wanted a reward. I had to tell him that a reward should never be asked for nor expected. You return things to the proper owner and let them decide. If they do not offer any thing then take in the solace that you helped someone.

After a bit of fun I took my nephews to the house and knocked on the door. The teen owner opened the door and I held up the wallet. The teen said “wow, my wallet” grabbed it then shut door. Could of at least said thanks but I just figured that the parents never told their kids how to react to different situations. Maybe that is why we are in such a mess now.

At least I was able to teach my eldest nephew a lesson in returning property to the rightful owners. He did ask me a question. He asked, “what if you found just money on the ground”. I thought for a moment and paraphrasing here. If the owner of the money can not be identified then you can keep it. If the owner can be identified then you should return it like you would any thing else. Just because you find something does not mean you can keep it. The old phrase “finders keepers, losers weepers” is just for people who does not want the moral hiccup to get in their way of keeping things that do not belong to them.

A month or two ago I created a trial Guild Wars account for the hell of it. After the time ran out on it I did not bother with it until my Guild Leader went out and bought me the Guild Wars Trilogy for the trial account. Now I am playing through the game again because my main account has no more character slots. It gives me something to do.

I spied with my little eye three bunny’s traveling along my desk.  I stalk my prey as they pray.  Moving along they hear the creaking screech of my howl. I pounce, they run, I find and they shall parish.  I move quickly gaining upon them.  Fiercely I rip into one.  Oh La La..  A nakie Bunny.

I took my time salivating over my prize. Soon oh soon I will have you all. The time had come as they struggled. My prize. I will not be denied.

With one last final effort.  I devour my prize.  Oh my wonderful prize.  They scream with all their helpless effort.

I will find you all.  All of you will become my precious prize.

My niece left her soccer ball over here sometime ago and I have been kicking it up the hill in my backyard.  Very fun and very sore.  Just after a few days my back, shoulders and feet are sore.

My eldest nephew came over yesterday and we played a game.  Just kicking the ball up the hill switching between each other.  I havent ran that hard in ages and I am filling it.  I do walk a mile a day but I am filling this exersice well.

I took a picture of my nephew kicking the ball and might go take a few more today.

He roared with the best of them.  Wrecking havoc from one room to another.  Plotting my downfall from my very own throne.

From inside to outside, the mighty dragon drool-a-lot and myself roared as we clashed.  Both searching fo each others weakness.  At last he found one of mine first.

I had to retreat for the time being but I will be back for you the mighty dragon drool-a-lot.

The funniest thing is when my nephew opened the back door then shut it.  I knocked on the door and he opened it and shrugged with his arms out like he wanted to say what do you want.   He then lifted his shirt and then ran off.  He also took his shoe off and tried to put it back on.  When he failed he picked it up, shrugged, fussed then threw it.  Picking it up again and running towards the living room.  His mother came and picked him up to take him home when she finished plotting some plants.

I found another victim.

This choclate bunny did it’s best to run.  It was still no match for my teeth.

My sister came over today and I helped her watch my 17-month-old nephew while we did some work in the yard.

It was fun.  I chased my nephew around the yard.  We had an awesome battle.  Me a fierce warrior, him the dragon drool-a-lot.  The battle was intense.  A thrust here, a dodge there, a powerful whirlwind and a mightly ending blow.  The battle raged but at last the mighty dragon drool-a-lot was quited by his weakness for………… cookies.

Today I was remembering old games I use to play and I thought of Darkstone.  A pc game back in the 90′s.  One of the main parts I remember is this song.

I really enjoyed this song.  I never finished the game though.  I got to the last boss and could never figure out how to kill it.  I learned some year later how to kill the boss but by that time I lost my pc copy of the game.

There is also another part that I enjoy and think of.  Is one of the opening cinamatics of the game where Drac the boss transforms into a dragon.  I’m such a geek :/

Traveling alone one day by my lonesome self.  Thinking to myself, dreaming of food.  Yummy Plants I always say.

mmm I love leafy food!

I walk alone, looking for food.  Delcious declious meet.  I roar and I roar I will eat you.

I eat you!!

I move closer to my prey.  I move closer to you.

I move in closer to eat you.

But all in all, I just wanted a hug from you.  I love you my dino friend.  ^^

Awww, me hug!

I was woken up this morning with a whisper of my name.  I was motioned to look out my window to see that not only was it snowing but we had a few inches on the ground.  It does not snow much here in lower Tennessee and I was surprised.  If it does snow it usually melts quickly. Though this snow brought back memories of my childhood like a whiff of a beautiful flower would bring back  memories of a past love.  I do my best to remain calm in every situation so I did my best not to get excited.  I rolled back over and closed my eyes.  This only lasted a moment before a smile crossed my lips,  similar to that smile you make when you get that first kiss from your love.  I was dressed in a flash ready to bolt out that door.  My big bulky frame standing poised in this day of snow.

What is the first thing anyone does in the snow besides shiver and hear that crunch of snow under your feet.  If your are like me you do your best to build a snowman.  It has been beyond years and several memories ago of remembering the joy of my childhood.  Rolling up my new found sock gloves, bending over and packing that first fresh powder of snow in my hands to roll across the lawn.  The more I rolled, the larger the snowball got.  After a few of more snowballs I had a snowman built.  Not my best work but still excited and over joyed.

Still beaming with the thoughts of my childhood I remember about my daily walk.  I figure I might get it out of the way now.  I think to myself “No matter the weather”.  I embarked down my driveway.  This any other day is just a downward driveway but today with fresh snow and ice made the walk scary for me.  I fear falling so walking like a penguin down my driveway did not make it any less embarrassing but still had high hopes.  I made it to the end safely and over joyed.  I take a breath of fresh air and set out for my mile walk.

The unsalted roads are not slippery but do contain that swishy ice and snow mixture.  Not dangerous but still need to be weary.  I cross this road and find the sidewalk.  I continue to walk the same path I have many times before but have never brought memories of this nature before.  I remember the days when I lived in Illinois.  Those days of waken up at 5 am and seeing the plows already at work.  Unlike Tennessee where most things are shut down and not prepared for such a snow, even  as small as this.  My walk was uneventful besides taken a small picture of a tree.

Again my penguin walk takes me up my driveway, uncaring about being embarrassed.  I just want to get inside and be warm.  I do my best to shake the snow off my boots.  Memories still flowing through my head.  Remembering the days when my siblings and myself would jump off our porch doing flips into packed  snow.  We also did this in the fall.  Gathering up leaves and flipping into them.  Laughing as my sister would run around after finding a bug crawling up her leg or my brother trying to dig leaves out from his pants.

Even though I am cold and bottom of my pants are wet I am still here smiling.  I am still wondering why it snowed In march instead of a month like December.  I don’t care much but I am thankful to being able to remember parts of my childhood once more.

If you have enjoyed my morning maybe you would enjoy a poem I wrote to reflect this day.  What Am I Poem

I went paintballing with my brother yesterday for the first time.  I have fired a paintball gun but never facing anyone.  All I know is these fucking paintballs hurt when you get hit.

My brother landed one hell of a shot right in the center of my face mask.  I only shot him once in the leg and once in the chest though he lit my ass up.  I pinned him down more than anything which he really hates.  He’s a wirey on the go kind of fellow.

He gave me his old gun and bag.  Only thing I need to buy are some paintballs and a air tank.