Random

I just checked the blogdom for the first time this month to see that Brad, who is no longer going the distance but is doing so at an accelerated speed, tagged me. Therefore, I will break the silence once again and spill the random.

1. I used to go visit my grandmother for a month during the summers. She lived near Helen, and never made me take a bath. She ranks near the top on the list of people I have ever known.

2. Micro-machines were the real deal back in my day. Me and my brother built aircraft carriers out of 2x6's and had them strategically placed all over the house for mandatory and frequent air strikes. However, mom made us sign an arms-reducing treaty and we agreed to just one aircraft carrier per person. But I still kept my helicopter battleships; and it drove my brother crazy.

3. I hated it when my brother would try to land an Air Force plane on his Navy carriers. They weren't made for that. Come on, lets get real.

4. I wear glasses. It's become an often thing, which bums me out because I know I will lose them. I've lost every pair of sunglasses I have ever owned and I have lost my laptop power chord 3 times in the past moth. But at the same time they are good; its like the switch from analog to high defination. Amazing.

5. I stabbed Trace Gabriel with a stick when I was little. I remember the stick went through his hand. He may have deserved it at the time; the jury is still out (i.e. I never got in trouble, and the Statue of Limitations are in effect by now). I was probably defending one of my aircraft carriers.

6. From the ages of 10 to 14 (aka, the awkward years), I was a paid assasin in my neighborhood. $5 for a squirill and $7 for a chipmunk. My neighbors would let me hunt in their yards and some really did pay. I probably killed a thousand squirills within those years. At first, I would have a proper funeral for each one as I killed them; complete with a gravel cross on their grave. But gradually my conscience and ethics wore thin; I regressed from participating in the practice of mass graves to throwing their carcasses over my other neighbors fence (which in hindsight, is something my dad showed me how to do). This was the same neighbor that my Dad didnt get along with.

7. Mark Fritchman and some of his friends came to our house while he was in high school. We had a pool and my sister was the only one home; the rest of us were in Charleston, SC. While it was innocent and just a group of youth group kids coming over to swin, it was still my sister alone with boys. When my Dad found out, we had to come home. We drove through the night. Way to screw up our vacation, Mark. (not really, I think Chris Long had a thing for her back then).

8. I ran Trace Gabriel over with Mike B's "Taco" at Summer Camp one year. I didnt know how to drive a stick very well and I was on the big hill on the girls side of camp. I stopped to unload something in one of the girls cabins, and meanwhile a parent decided to park within a foot of the Taco. When I needed to leave, I noticed that I would hit the car behind me when I put in the clutch. Trace volunteered to stand between the two to prevent a collision. I overestimated Trace's stregnth and I underestimated the slope of the hill. Anyways, I ran Trace over with the Taco. Trace; what will I do to him next.

9. It is late, and I can hear Aaron Taulbee, my roomate, snoring through the wall. He doesnt snore though, for the record.

10. I'm sick of politics. No more, please.

Now it seems as if I am behind the times...any idea who I should tag? Lets think big too, I will tag anybody who has a blog.