The (not so) Daily Me

Sunday, June 27, 2004

Sunday, June 27, 2004

Last night we had a great time at Alfy's playing vball and and sitting around (the campfire) talking and laughing. I basically planned it. Merv and Alfy helped a lot, tho. Alfy grilled chicken and tuna steaks. Merv brot potato salad. I brought baked beans and chips. Ted brought pop. Poor Teddy had to leave at 10:30 to be home by 11 curfew... I got home at 1. I stayed up another hour and watched home vids w/ poor Heidi who is suffering from extremely severe poison ivy. She watched 'em 'til 4:30! This morning I drank some Mountain Dew. In SS class we were talking about spiritual gifts. I told everybody that if I start speaking in tongues it's because I didn't get enough sleep last night. I started singing part of TrueVibe's "Jump, Jump, Jump" to Ted except I exchanged Dew for joy: Can you feel the joy Don't it make you want to jump, jump, jump Don't it make you want to move, move, move LOL! After I had seated everyone (I am usher) I sat in the back to the side and was trying to call Ted on his cell to unnerve him. While I was doing that someone said how well the song "God on the Mountain" would go with devotions. Dad said that him and me often like to sing that song together. I heard that part... I didn't hear the rest. I was too busy SMSing Ted. All of a sudden I heard Dad say, "Well, it looks like he left." (I learned later this is what happened in the meantime: Somebody asked Dad to have him and me sing that song. He said, well, he would, but he doesn't know the words and doesn't have them. Someone piped up that they had the words. Then he tried to get out of it by saying that I had left. I was really still in the back just sitting to the side out of his sight. At that point I made the mistake of standing up.) So I heard him say that and then, everyone turned around to look at me , so I figured that he was probably talking about me; and someone said, no, he's there. So I stood up and and went over to the door trying to figure out why they were talking about me. I didn't have clue what was going on!! Dad asked me if I would sing it with him if he had the words. At that point I figured it out. I nodded my reluctant assent and walked up. The problem with the words was that the lady had just written them down from memory and there were extra words in there. Dad just tried to modify the rythm to add the words. I tried to sing it right from memory. The rythm did not go well. The rest went, reportedly, well. After we sang, Simon Schrock thanked us and asked if anyone else wanted to request any duets or solos or song . At the end of the service then a guy with his girlfriend there visiting suggested that he and his dad do a solo! It was funny cause he was pretty obviously showing of to GF! I went over to Lawrence's this afternoon.

Friday, June 25, 2004

Friday, June 25, 2004

Funny paragraph from news article: Schwarzenegger riles pet adoption groups Governor Wants to Repeal Law Favoring Pet Adoption "Few issues can incite animal lovers more than the abuse or killing of pets. Los Angeles' animal services director, Jerry Greenwalt, retired in April after protesters vandalized his house and spray-painted "murderer" on his car. Claiming the city killed too many animals, protesters also picketed the San Pedro home of Mayor James K. Hahn (only to be targeted themselves by Hahn's neighbors, armed with squirt guns.)" LOL! Can't you just see the neighbors spraying the protestors with super-soakers!?!?! Hey! That gives me an idea!! We should go douse some of those death marchers in DC!! (they say they are for "Women's Rights." A women's right to kill, huh? )

Friday, June 25, 2004

LOL! A lady called in to GRC today and said, "I am so sorry, but I lost my phone bill and the envelope to send it back in." So I told her I would have Lightyear send her another one. I called Lightyear and asked them to regenerate the bill. Chet told me that she had already paid her bill for that month!! I called her back and told her that. She said, "Oouh siss un! That's where it went!" I tried not to crack up laughing!

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

I went to Kids Klub tonight. For those of you who don't know what that is, it is a ministry our church youth do with inner city kids from Iron Gate. We play games, have crafts, and tell a bible story and then have a snack. The kids were relatively quiet tonight. At KK that is.... on the way home... well, let's just say that I didn't learn any new words, but a rather extensive section of my vocabulary that I never use was rehashed for me by them. YOUNG KIDS!! Like 5 or 6!! Cussing in the FOULEST of terms! It was pathetic!! After KK we went to Panera Bread were some of the peopel who didn't have supper, did. While they were eating Ted and I went over to B&N and looked at books. We then all went to the something Stone Creamery, an awesome gourmet ice cream place... I got a HUMONGOUS cone As we were leaving, both Ted and I were looking over our shoulders as we backed out of the parking space and we never saw. We never even knew it was there until we heard it... CRUNCH!! A little black car with two girls in it was pulling out of the parking space directly behind us at the same time. Ted started to say something, but wisely stopped himself... We both got out and this cute little Hispanic girl with long curly hair (I think she was half-Hipanic, Half-African-American) got out and started crying. And then her friend, an African-American girl, got out too and tried to calm her a bit. She stopped crying pretty quickly and Ted and her exchanged car and contact info. Her Dad, ironically, is a car body mechanic. The funny thing was Ivan, Nicole, and Linda saw the whole thing happen. They were sitting at an outdoor table at the Creamery. I went over and talked to them and Ivan said it was definitely a no-fault thing. Both of them were backing. He also said the cops won't make a report 'cause it is private property, a parking lot. They took about half an hour to exchange all their info... and then we drove home. I kept teasing Ted in a mommy voice, "Don't drive off the road!! Don't cross that line! Stay in your line!! Don't run the red light!! Slow down!! Don't hit anybody, again!!"

Monday, June 21, 2004

Saturday, June 19, 2004

Idaho Wilderness Boys Camp Journal by Hans Mast Day Two As follows is the continuing story of my time at Idaho Wilderness Boys Camp. The narrative starts with the second day’s adventures. I was selected the day leader for the second day (we didn’t have one on the first day). This included a lot of work and responsibility. The day leader had to get up a lot earlier, get a fire going, and cook breakfast. He had to make the decisions during the day (and no one envied the decisions I had that day), get somebody to help with the noon and evening meals, and lead the way wherever we were to go. We got up, ate breakfast, and then went off the swing for a while. We then bid, “adieu” to Group B; we weren’t supposed to see them again until the end of camp. Chief Steve told us that we were going fishing, so we stopped at a grocery store and I tried to buy a fishing license, but I didn’t have my required social security number, so my efforts were futile. I bought a bag a bite sized Snicker bars (I was later to regret not packing them with us) and a 12-pack of Cream Soda, and we were set to go! We drove way back in the mountains on a dirt road that snaked inches from a plummeting death of hundreds of feet. We soon stopped for lunch, and with boonies brushing both sides of the truck we squirmed out of the cab or as was my case, hopped off the back. Jean Byler had made our lunch of sandwiches and cookies, and I provided the Cream Soda, as a supplement to the available Capri Suns. After we finished lunch we asked the Chiefs, “Wassup?” Chief Marcus just gave us a sly grin, eyes sparkling ‘neath the bill of his cap, and handed me a map. It was a topographical map with all too many elevation lines to suit us, and a very unpleasant looking valley with a steep climb afterwards between our goal and us. About that time Chief Steve reached behind his seat and pulled out a .45 automatic and strapped it to his waist. When we asked him about it (you know, boys and guns) he muttered “Bears…(pronounced Bars).” Well, a little bit of a shiver went up each of our spines, a little fear maybe, mostly excitement though, but each of us gave the nearest bush a quick once-over, just in case. I doubt there wasn’t one of us who didn’t dream of a bear sneaking into camp, and being the only one to awake, grab the gun and shoot it dead thus heroically saving everybody; just like you read in Reader’s Digest. As you shall see later, bears were not a mere figment of our imaginations on our trekkings. Well the gun proved a bit of a welcome distraction from contemplating the torturous and confusing trek ahead. How were we greenhorns, specifically myself, to find our way with no assistance from the Chiefs and no trail to follow? How were to descend into the forest, lose all but a single redeeming point of reference, and find our way with a cheap pocket compass? To add to my discomfort at the prospect, I was day leader and had to figure out which way to go and take responsibility for any mistakes. The Chiefs “reassured” us that if we got totally and hopelessly lost and it was dark (we had no flashlights) they would help me. I was like thanks a lot! Their sole means of emergency communications was a cell phone that didn’t have any reception. Considering these factors you can kind of imagine my state of mind at this point. We were situated on one mountain range, with a valley before us and then another mountain range. We had to descend into the valley, proceed a ways along the valley floor, and then ascend, excuse me scale, up the other side. Right below us, in the valley, was a little stream that flowed down from the lake we were to go to and then flowed along the valley floor. I decided we had better cling to that stream of LIVING water (if we didn’t we’d have a good shot at dying) if we were to ever reach our destination. We traveled as far as we could along the road, which paralleled the valley on top of the first mountain range. The road came to an abrupt end after about a quarter of a mile, so we went straight down the side of the valley till we hit the stream; we crossed the stream and then walked along it. This was no idealistic stroll along a “sparkling mountain stream”; this was trading off a backpack that actually gained weight as time went on, fighting our way through thick brush, falling between logs, picking off burs (or whatever those little #######, sticky things are), walking uphill and always making sure we kept the stream in sight. We had to be careful of branches of the stream that went off in a different direction. The stream gradually took a turn to the left and then we learned what climbing was; we did what our rock climbing instructor later told us was a “3”, “using both hands and feet.” This continued in the same manner for four to six hours. In all we climbed 1400 ft and traveled 1 distance/surface mile. Amazingly enough, we eventually topped a rise and there Myrtle Lake stretched out before us, sparkling and shimmering in the setting sun. We later nicknamed it Murder Lake, in honor of it’s hike of ascent. It was then that we began to think, “How in the world are we going to get back down before dark, even if we turn right back around and leave without doing any fishing?” We asked the counselors, and they said there’s a shorter TRAIL that goes down. We were a bit ticked at them making us bushwhack through that junk when we could have been on a trail, but we realized, “Hey, we’re here for the experience, not the armchair.” And then they continued to impart us with the encouraging information that despite there being an easier way down we were not going to begin that journey this evening; we were to spend the night up here! It was survival night! The sky seemed to darken and the wind seemed to take an additional chill as we took stock of our situation. We had zip food, ditto on tents and sleeping bags. All we had for warmth was matches and paper-thin “space age” emergency reflective “blankets”. Before the night was through it certainly felt like space, the temperature level and staring up at the cold stars was reminiscent of the outer reaches of the galaxy. We tromped over to the other side of the lake and Kyle went skiing on the snow at the lakes edge, while the Chiefs jumped in the lake. We were at that point still containing enough sanity not to join them. Later, as you shall see I went off the deep end in more ways than one. I spent about an hour helping Chief Marcus gather as much firewood as we could find; despite our efforts, it lasted hardly half of the long night. While searching for firewood, I found the motherlode; three cold beers resting in a spring. Later as the night grew cold we wished we would have partaken of the blood-warming brew that seemed so providentially provided for the very occasion. The others applied themselves to catching fish, if indeed they can be properly called fish. The largest was about six inches long, and the smallest was my goldfish’s brother-in-law. We ate our meager supper and then wrapped the thin emergency blankets around us. It wasn’t until about four hours and half the night later that I learned from my constantly waking companions that to work properly, the emergency blanket must be wrapped around the whole body, including the head. From then on I got at least a little sleep. About three hours after retiring, Kyle and I were huddled close to the very much dying embers, and talking to keep our mind off of the incessant cold, when suddenly a large rat about 8-10 inches long sporting a long hairless tail ran down and bumped into Kyle and then ran off again. Kyle stood up and commenced to peer into the surrounding bushes looking for it. It then made its last mistake of the night and once again ran into Kyle. Kyle lifted his foot and brought it down heavily on the creature’s head. In the morning we contemplated eating it for breakfast, but decided against that level of experimentation. As you shall see later, Kyle showed an affinity to bold rodentia throughout the trip, and a rodent of some sort found me a tasty treat as well. The theme verse of the day was Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.” The theme of the day was to keep on going when the going got tough and to turn to the Lord for strength. It certainly was a very pertinent theme. To Be Continued…

Sunday, June 20, 2004

Saturday, June 19, 2004

Ted was here tonight and I asked him if he "blupdated his dog" (for you clueless non-spoonerizers out there, that is the spoonerized way of saying "updated his blog") and we both cracked up! He asked me what the definition of blupdated was... I said it sounded like I just took my dog to the vet to have him.... somethinged..... Dad offered Ted some mint tea and he accepted. I asked him if he wanted to be like the Indians tonight. He said Huh? I said Are you going to sleep in your tee-pee? Later he picked up a glass and wondered if it was his, so he sniffed it and said, Yeah, It's mine. I said Ahh, it stinks like your breath?!? He said, Nope it smells like tea pee. I said, Nope it smells like pre-tea-pee. We were sitting here and I was singing "American Dream" by Casting Crowns, and he said, I should learn to play that on my guitar, and I said Yeah, you could play and I could sing! Then he said, except I can't play... and we both said at the same time, "Or sing!" We played three games of ping pong, I bested him 2-1. Here's a joke for ya'll: What do you call a pygmy fortune-teller who espcaped from jail? A: A small medium at large. A bonus from Benny: What do you call a fortune teller singing hip-hop? A: Shrink(w)rap

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

I forgot to mention yesterday I saw Nick at Walnut Creek Cheese. We talked for a bit. I called him later that eve. and asked if there was anything going that night. He said he had music practice, (he is going to help sing at a wedding on Sat.) but he said he was into doing something after that. He picked me up at Mark's about 8 and we went to a new cafe in Walnut Creek. It is an AWESOME place. I'd give it a five cool smileys. The owners are Christians and they have Christian Contemporary music pumping through a BIG sound system. They have a coupla racks of Christian books and cds. They have a BIG, BIG screen TV that was playing the NBA Finals. They have a game room with three pool tables, air hockey, and Pac-Man. I want to move to Ohio.... We played a game of air hockey and I whupped him! (ha, ha Nick!) We then played two games of pool and we won a game each. We then went over to his house (on the way all of a sudden his car just cut off; he restarted and went a ways; it cut off again...) and watched some comedy vid clips on his Apple. (Man, those Apple mice are so WEIRD!!) He also showed me GarageBand an awesome synthesizer prog. We listened to his Techno CD that he made: Nick and Band, Dreamboiz. When he took me back to Mark's, he took his bro's car cuz he didn't trust his. There is a place on the road where the water was like 12-16 in. still. He made sure and closed the windows. He floored it. About halfway thru, we felt it begin to rain. The sunroof was open... The guys from Walnut Creek Cheese are out cleaning the mud off the parking lot that was deposited by yesterday's river.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Last night as we drove up to OH: A SUV was in the left lane. A little red car was in the left lane ahead of the SUV. I was in the right lane. The red car violently blew a tire and swerved into my lane. In the process of blowing the tire, he endured swift deceleration. I slammed on the brakes and swerved into the right lane behind the SUV who also slammed on the brakes. It was a very close miss for both of us... Good thing mom wasn't along because if she was, the viability of my eardrums would be in serious question. After we got off the interstate onto 39, a very bad thunderstorm started up. I could see about five feet. It took out the power at the house where we are staying. It is still out. We had to drive three miles to the neighbors to take showers this morning. Today I worked at GRT getting the new server and a new workstation up and running. This afternoon another thunderstorm rolled in. The parking lot has water in it 12 inches deep. The speed bumps resemble little rapids. The water is flowing very fast. I went over to Walnut Creek Cheese's warehouse to further observe the sudden deluge of water. A lady came in and said, "The water is up to my bumper!" A guy said, "Really?" She said, "I sh..sh.." at this point she stuttered as she saw me, "..shoot you not!" Sharon Martin, the manager here at GRT-OH, has a black Jeep Cherokee. A lady that works downstairs came flying in breathless... "Who has a black Jeep Cherokee? I just saw it float by..." (jk, on the floating by part... , but she did ask who has the Jeep and she came flying in and she was breathless) Jeremy told her it was Sharon's. She said to move it pronto. We went to the window and looked. Of the front wheel, you could only see the top black part. I chivalrously offered to move it. I took off my shoes and socks and rolled up my pants to my knees and waded out. (btw, she had left her windows open too ) I crawled in and was grateful for four-wheel drive. I drove it to high ground and then slogged back to the warehouse.

Sunday, June 13, 2004

Sunday, June 13, 2004

Idaho Wilderness Boys Camp Journal by Hans Mast Day One At 7 o’clock my uncle, Nelson Mast, dropped me off at the base of a hill that rises steeply, leading up to a rustic cabin that served as our base camp. We then hiked up to base camp. There were ten boys and 4 chiefs. At the end of the day we were to be divided into two permanent groups of five boys and two counselors each. The theme of the day was teamwork, working together to achieve a goal. The day’s verse was Philippians 2:2, “…then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose.” Owen Beachy, one of the chief planners, cooked a delicious breakfast of pancakes, sausage, and eggs that we devoured with obvious relish. After breakfast as we sat around cabin, and Chief Danny kept saying such things as, “Don’t talk all at once,” and ”My, what a talkative bunch.” He observed later that he was a bit worried at first, but at the end of the day he couldn’t get us to stop talking. We then played a bunch of teamwork games. For this, we divided into two temporary groups that we kept through out the day. The first thing was climbing the wall. There was a twelve-foot sheer wall that we had to assist each other in climbing. I was selected leader of group A, and Dwayne was selected leader of Group B. Group B had the first turn scaling the wall. Group B had a lad whose size was inversely proportional to his zeal for the proceedings, which gave us a marked advantage. It took them a lengthy 27 minutes to get everybody over. It took us 12 minutes. Later, as you shall see, Group B more than redeemed itself. We then set up a volleyball net and played a game of volleyball which Group A won by a narrow margin. We then tramped out behind the cabin to confront a huge swing with a mighty arc of close to 120 feet. We then donned harnesses and scaled a 35-40 foot tower. We clipped ourselves to a cable, sat on a flimsy plastic 5-gallon bucket lid, and jumped off the tower. We dropped and came about foot from the ground before soaring out over a steep drop-off and coming to an apex of close to 65 feet in the air. Never having ridden a roller coaster, this was the greatest rush of adrenaline I had ever gotten. It was a blast! Later that afternoon we went swimming in Deep Creek by the third railroad bridge. Someone had dammed up the exit with stones, and there was a nice pool to swim in. There was a guy there who wasn’t with our group that actually dived off the bridge. It was like 40 ft or so. We had a good time getting cooled off from the scorching sun (yes, it does actually get hot in Idaho) and then headed back to base camp. That evening we sat around the campfire, sang songs, had devotions, and ate s’mores. We could barely sleep that night in the hot, crowded cabin (both groups were still together) with about twenty mosquitoes a person. In the end it was a choice between a 40 below rated sleeping bag and the mosquitoes. This was not the least sleep we got in a night though; just wait till I tell you about the bear…. To Be Continued…

Sunday, June 13, 2004 part 2

Congrats 'drea! Tu tienes quince anos! We had my cuz 'drea's quince-anos today at our house. The theme was very pink. She got like tons of money as gifts.... I'm thinking I need to to have a diez y siete anos... I got AIM now cuz a bunch of cousins have it instead of MSN... my handle is starrsoft2888. because of that I have switched clients to Trillian. I'm going to start releasing my Idaho Wilderness Boys Camp journal on my blog. btw, that pic of me is from IWBC. Hodgson cuzins are leaving tomorrow... I'm going to OH on Mon & Tue for work related stuff... gotta put in a new server... I should go to bed...

Wednesday, June 09, 2004

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

[national anthem solemnly plays] We will miss the noble Reagan... Ted pretty much summed up all the funny stuff that happened on Sunday. We are headed to the cabin for a fun coupla days. The cabin has no phone service, much less interent, so no posts.... Gotta run off to work...

Saturday, June 05, 2004

Saturday, June 05, 2004

I just graduated from High School last Sunday with Honors with a 97% average. On Fri. I started my first day of work! I will be working full time at Golden Rule Communications. This afternoon I worked on sending out thank you notes for all my graduation gifts. The other week I just had to shake my head and roll my eyes at the retarded Federal District Court's ruling striking down the partial birth abortion ban as unconstitutional because it "inhibits a woman's right to choose." Could somebody please show me in the Constitution where it gives the right to partially give birth to a baby and then bash it's skull in? Cause I sure missed it... On the other hand the Declaration of Independence says, "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."