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Thursday, 19 June 2008

I haven't been on xanga in a long time. Howerver, if you want to drop a comment, just know that she served me well when the communication medium of choice, and probably deserves to stick around.

Friday, 13 July 2007

An Intruder

"The Attack"
At roughly 3:16 a.m., this man ninja broke into my house, and attempted to kill me, my family, and all of our pets with his hand sword/knife thing and nunchucks. I swiftly disarmed him and made him lifeless in under two seconds. It was so fast, that it was like web, candle, plus monkey. Like when I say that you go, "I don't even understand what that means!" That's how fast I moved. I was able to get a few action shots while I was killing him. And then there's a picture of me after I dressed in his gear.
"Assuming the Position"
"Coup de Gras"

"Just disarmed"
"A Really Cool Hero"

Saturday, 16 June 2007

The Update

A certain someone (actually, probably everyone reading this) advised me to update, so here it is. If you're reading this, I congratulate you, because you have proven your faithfulness as a friend, by being more loyal to my xanga than I am! Anyway. Here's the deal: My time in Life Action is over as of a week from tomorrow!! I can't believe it. It has blown past. I feel like I'm still getting my feet wet here, and off I go. Well, it's been 2 years, that's for sure. So here's the story I'm suppose to share: The other day, in perfect conformity to Murphy's Law, which, in case you didn't know, could just as appropriately be named "Bechtold's Law", as it plagues at least the men in my family something terrible, I wrote an email that was long overdue to someone. Well the computer that I was working on (the dinosaur in the back of the tab which was removed roughly 1 week after this mishap) wouldn't send my email out, so I decided to save the draft as a word document, and mess with it later. Unfortunatley, our little dino was all out of hard drive space. Yep, all 6 gigs were used up and she just wouldn't take my gargantuan 28k document. No sir, Robert. I decided to delete Rachael Wells' August 2005 newsletter. Seemed pretty safe to me. Bingo! Just enough space to squeeze in my email. So I'm all ready to grab a jump drive, copy her over, and email it from another computer. Wrong. This 'ol e-machine doesn't have a USB port (at least that I could tell). So I borrow a floppy from Ben Canfield, put it on there, delete (very important) my email from the hard drive (you never know when someone might need that 28k), and stuff that 3 1/2 incher in my shorts' pocket. Low and behold, it's Fun Fair time! Oh well, I'll email it after the fun fair. Hey, I signed up for Plinko, that'll be fun. What? If the kids get 40,000 points, or 4 Zonks, I have to let them shove me in the lake? ...Okay...yeah, that sounds great! Last kid, MY family camp kid. Hasn't been to plinko the whole fun fair. Decides she'll give it a shot. Oh my goodness! What do you know?! She got 4 zonks! Off I go, but not beore first handing my floppy disk to someone and tell them to hold it for me. So after climbing back up onto the dock and shaking my hair dry like a dog, I head back inside for lunch (I'm late). 9:30 p.m. that night: "Oh, hey so-and-so, where'd you put my floppy disk?" "Oh, I set it over there on the picnic table, I thought you grabbed it." No, I did not. In fact, after much searching around several picnic benches, and raiding the lost-and-found multiple times, I've still not seen that baby in over 2 weeks. Needless to say, that email still hasn't gone out. It's what you call, hitting a wall.

Tuesday, 06 March 2007

Can You Believe It?!

(Hey look! Adam's updating! The real shocker will be if I get any comments (indicative of whether or not anyone bothers dropping by anymore. Speaking of which, I posted a comment on Dave's xanga this evening, if anyone cares, because I was the first comment, and he wrote that puppy Jan. 31. This may be a foreshadowing of my own fate.) Regardless, here I am. Um...since I last posted: 1) I'm not returning to Life Action next year (after handing Steve the letter, I walked out of his trailer, to the truck, and began crying. A pretty good one, too.) 2) I am hoping on spending Autumn in V**tn*m (the asterisks conceal the identity of the country...everyone knows this) 3) I've decided Jr. College is the route for me, mostly because I don't really feel like spending all that money to get my basics. So Blinn College, here I come! It's nice, because I don't have to write an essay. And I will hopefully be living with some friends, and learning farriering (?), which is all things horses. Steve (because there aren't enough of those in my life) is a farrier and so I'd work with him while I lived with him, his wife Maleigh, and their sweet baby daughter Kylan. That all sounds fun. 3)...I'm not engaged...? 4) I am permanantly Naaman in "Naaman; Everyone Called Him Sir". 5) We've ressurected "Bring Back the Glory" for one song, Work-a-Day-World, to do at Rebuilder's Conference, and it's fun. So yeah, those are the recent developements. We just finished a summit in White Settlement, TX, which has a nice etymology (look it up...I had to). The church was very warm, and there were some extremely good, transparent testimonies during the meeting. The pastor is a man who's life God drastically overhauled 18 years ago in a Life Action crusade in Shreveport. He was basically an alcoholic and (I think) drug addict when Life Action came. God changed him, and this church itself is a testimony to God's faithfulness in a repentant person's life.
I am beginning to look with nostalgia upon my two years here in Life Action. I'm not the person I was July 2005, and I can honestly say I'm glad. The changes God has made have not at all been what I've expected, but I think they were necessary ones; ones I didn't even know I needed. Being honest with Him. Being open with Him about my needs, and not putting on a phony mask for Him. And that all of life, with its glory, fame and success, means nothing more than a mountain of ash if I don't live to Him from a genuine heart, and for Him alone. God is good, and He has been so to me.
Sorry for not updating in so long, and I have no promises for the future :). See how many parenthetical statements you can count. I think I abuse them. I'll post the answer as a comment on Lori's site.)

Friday, 19 January 2007

By-gone Years

Well it's my last day as a teenager. And in fact, the day is gone. I am typing this at 9:50 p.m. My youth was full of atypicality. Mom and Dad wanted me to do somthing crazy to celebrate this rite of passage, and I couldn't really come up with anything. I guess I could have taken their suggestion and smoked a cigarette, but the desire is negatory there. So I celebrated it like I do every other day. Normal. Well, so long to the era of sterotyped ignorance!! I didn't mind it so bad. Just hated the stigma. Well Ino Baptist Church has been a good one. Ino we've exhausted all possible jokes. Ino that people considered me never really a teen. Just an old man stuck in a teenager's body. But I did have fun. I mean, Lance, Jason and I set the ranch on fire (nearly) that one time, and then there was that crazy time I held my breath for 3 minutes. That was pretty teenager-ish, right? Well I guess I'll just have to accept the fact that I'm cut from a different piece of cloth, and won't be telling my kids the same stories as everyone else about my teen years. God has shown me so much through these years, and been faithful to me, as I've been so often faithless to Him. I thank Him that He spared me the heartache that the teenage years often cause to both the person and their parents. So, thank You, Father. And in the words of Tim McGraw (with slight variations): "my next 20 years..."