Twin Pines Winter Retreat 2007

I did it again. A lack of posts means a lack of interest. Sorry. I have a reason. Last weekend our Church Youth Group had their Winter Retreat at the church's camp. Here's the kids. Okay. It was a fun trip. I got to learn some new things and relearn the same old stuff. New: MTD - Moralistic Theraputic Deism and that 75% of the teenagers have it and don't know it. This guy here taught the lessons. His name is Jeff Berger and he was great. He really had the kids attention. But, that was only during the worship time. The old stuff I had to relearn involves the average junior high school teenager. Two girls decided to go meet some of the boys at about 12:30am the first night we were there (Friday). Of course, they got caught. Next, two of the boys, (two that are in my middle school class) thought what fun it would be to go out at 3:00am in ten degree weather (in snow) and go streaking. They're nuts I tell you. And, no, the guy in the brown coat IS a boy. The top story of the trip was "Pass the Nanner." There were five junior high guys that went on the retreat. They're not the smartest apples (in this case, bananas) in the bunch. One of them started throwing a banana peel around. After "passing the nanner", the peel ended up in the in the toilet. And then they flushed. and then it clogged. I was not a happy camper (no pun intended.) The reason they gave me was they didn't want the smell of a rotting banana in the trash can. This is your future America!!!
So that was the trip. Other standard events included me loosing my keys, (I found them) the hike down a really, really steep cliff of lose shale, (ask michelle about that one. I won't explain because of privacy laws) and the lack of sleep (don't ask or I'll go on and on about it.) Finally, more about the future of our society. The one lady who helps teach the middle school class went for a walk on Sunday morning. She's walking and comes across a deer. It ran off, of course, and it was just a serene moment. I wish the wife and I were there. Well, she returned to the girls' cabin to tell them what she saw. As soon as she was finished telling them, one of the girl asked "What did it say?" Even if I wasn't there to here it, I find it hilarious over and over. (I still harass her about her great question. Okay, I'm done. Catch you on the flipside.
Next Time: DA BEARS!

New Year, Same Old Mess....

So the New Year as come and gone. Things haven't changed. The wife still loves me. The fuzzballs still walk all over us. Work is still the same, aggravaiting. Things are just the way they were last year. In fact, take my study. It's still a mess.

When I married Michelle, I only asked for one thing out of our trailer. She could decorate the place any away she felt fit. (of course, with some small items that I thought should be out, pictures, the family bible, a sword - for home defense) But, one room would be mine. Call it a study. A inner sanctum. A fortress of solitude. Call it what you will, I have a name for it -
THE ROOM OF DOOM.

Ahh, The Room of Doom... It's where I go to be alone and get away from the distractions. Don't worry. If the wife needs me I'm just a scream away and I always go running to her. But, in my room I am the master. Nothing gets by me. You only come in if I let you.

I keep most of my comics in here. thats the big stack you see in the picture above. There's probably 1000 - 1500 comics there. The rest (four long boxes of stuff I don't collect anymore) are in my bedroom closet, buried under clothing. My toy collection is also kept in The Room of Doom. Here's just a sampling of what is there.
It's a work in progress. Always changing, always something new making an appearance. In the end, I'm satisfied with my room. Michelle respects my hobbys and she might only vacuum when she thinks it needs it. I nice enough to do it myself from time to time. But, before I finish this post, one thing. When I get home from work and want to relax in my Room of Doom, I find something laying there. It sits festering like a sore that gets bigger with time. Scary thing is I can stop it. I have to leave the door open so it doesn't get too hot in there because of the sun. I leave you with this unspeakable evil on two different occasions in the same spot. On my desk chair. Catch you on the flipside!









Next Time: Let's Go To The Youth Retreat! GET THE MUZZLES!!!!