FORMING THOUGHTS: 10/03/2004

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I have decided that I am a fat old man who is uncapable of having fun late at night without being severely jacked up in the AM! Last night I went to our JCC college group, after the youth group was going to play late night broomball. Naturally I went with them. I played until about 1:00am and went home. The next morning (today) I felt like I had been riding a horse, then thrown off (in the most painful way possible). This morning JR and I drove up to Ventura to visit his bro. And now I feel like I have the flu. What the hack is wrong with me. I am sitting here on a coutch with a blanket wrapped around my legs like a Grandpa. In fact JR has been calling me "PaPa". (Like the little kid from "Le Mis") So I can stitch my own arm back together but I cant survive on 4 hours of sleep. Unacceptiable!

Not Happy!

Thank You Badelaide!

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! Not only for crushing Jigs heart but for finally breaking down and emailing me. Now, thanks to you, my Blog no longer looks like a "Harvest in Jamul" festival... now it looks like it's old self... brown and baby barf. I did appreciate the "all the people I pay to hang out with" Link, I deleted it because it didn't fit. Nice try though. And please take note that I am posting this on my blog, not in your email inbox. (That way I dont get accused of being HIGH MAINTENENCE) Sutch is life. By the way you still haven't sent me any pictures of my stitches. I promise to post them and tell the wonderful story! Thanks again

NOW I'M BITTER!

Ok so the reason my blog looks like a fruity "Harvest in Jamul" festival is because it is impossible to add liks to you blog without changing your template. Maby it is maby it isn't... maby if badalaide had answered any of my emails and let me know how to do it I would still have my old template. Well now I'm stuck. All because of you! I guess that was pretty general, but I want anyone who is reading this to feel responsible for my shortcomings and hard times. "MMS" (ask Krista). Well I want all of you who are linked to my blog to know that I did it for you! And I am bitter.

TO ALL YE MUSH HEADS

Recently I have recieve alot of flack for having a Blog. (Yes Dodge, I know your reading this) And I would like to make things clear for all of you with limited understanding. I do as I please, as long as it's morally correct and dosen't go against anything I believe in. Right now I want to blog...so I do it. If I don't want to I wont. If you are doing anything because you think it is cool, stop until you really want to. This is how I will live my life.

A chick named Olgalstein!

Two summers ago I had a chance to go to Mother Russia to scout out a camp (Camp Arc) that Indian Hills Camp was going to work with. Bob Lindsay (The Director) and I flew into moscow where we were introduced to our translator Olga. Lets just say we would have been lost...very lost without her. She's a sassy "Moscow Girl" who called Bob Bobbic and me Crap Head or something like that, so naturally we got along great! She used to be an interpurter for Bill Gothard Russia office, and now she is a professional Assasin... Please note the following pictures, obviousley somone who works for bill would not be playing pool. (Clearly an Assasin)

She is the one in Blue and Black.

Not a Christian!

Anyway, she is a great gal (just dont cross her) if you are ever in Moscow make sure you give her a call. rijayaolya@hotmail.com She might make you buy her Ice Cream every 15 minutes but oh well. Ask JR www.rhetorically.blogspot.com or Jessica about her, they had Olga for an interpreter too. Heres another pic...

What the heck?

Busted Junk

This summer I worked at Indian Hills Camp, which you all already know. During the training week we alwayse go to the beach one evening. People play soccer and Kabbadi, football all kinds of rough games. Somone alwayse gets hurt, I have seen it year after year. This year was one of our best...worst...anyway. Of course you all know of dodgeisreallyfreekinhot, otherwise known as Dodge. He decided to take on a 123 pound tem staff guy and he busted his little leg awww. So he was jacked all summer with a big stinky cast! Here are some sweet pics of the busted leg.

not right

is that athletes foot?

ROCKING A PARADE?

Today was the annual fundraiser/parade for the local Catholic Church. Every year they close the road and mess up people coming to our Church. This year we decided to mess up... participate in their parade.
Danny, our Youth Pastor, got us a monsterous semi with a flatbed and signed us up for the parade. We strapped our huge sound system to it (Large enough to kill a small child) and decorated with bails of hay. The theme was "Harvest in Jamul", pretty gay but at least we got to dress up like dirty hicks. The time came for the parade and we drove down the road rocking hard.
I was pleasenty supprise at the response from the crowd. It was weird singing our normal Youth Group songs for a secular audience, including Alma Pigeon (my girlfriends "stone cold" mom... Yikes). Anyway, I guess people enjoy rock and roll no matter what kind it is.
So today we rocked a parade, and didn't even scare any of the stupid minature horses!