The Fridge

Man, my head was so befuddled last night. I ended up going down to mudhouse around 7 and spent an hour writing in my journal and reading the Bible. I think I filled up like 5 pages. (Maybe not epic, but darn close for me)
So the head's mostly emptied for a change.

Here's the leftovers:
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Naterz can do the darndest things with balls. He's decided he's gonna tryout for that pro soccer team in KC. I watch him mess around and it amazes me. Give his feet a ball it's like they have a mind of their own.

At MNT this week he was showing off to Erd and did a left foot kick at a door about 20 feet away. Nailed it. Sweet.

Later, he and I were standing by the kitchen chatting and, as usual, he was fiddling with a ball. "Bet you I can hit that door." he stated
Same door. All the way across the gymnasium. Blocked by a volleyball net and a Mr. White who was walking by.
"All right, do it."

He fiddled with it for a second and then kicked. It sailed away at an angle, a little off course from the door. It cleared the volleyball net. Missed Mr. White and then executed a beautiful left curve and slammed the door a couple of feet below the EXIT sign.

That boy has got moves.
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Later that night I got the munchies. Everything nearby had closed because of the storms so I went to Ziggies. Ended up talking to an old truck driver. "You young people, you don't have chance in today's world. You'll never be able to get ahead." At which point we got to talk politics for the next hour.

But it has gotten me thinking. He's worked two jobs his whole life. For what? I'm not faulting the guy. Even billionaires are poorer this year as the American dollar slides below Canada's (and virtually every other). But do I really want to spend my entire life working for paper?

Nope. I don't. So instead, give me Jesus. Give me random bike rides and cool trips. Give me a loving family. And when the next Depression comes around I'll have Jesus, cool memories and a family. The rich guys will have a pile of paper. woo.
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Got to see a bunch of the Lebanonites at mudhouse last night. cool gang.
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Our property has been sold to Southwood across the street. Think I'll move before they kick us out and start renovating. Moving again! arrrg.
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So there's this cool Poker Run/Ride event this weekend. It's at one of the local off-road courses. You run the first lap. And then bike the rest. Everytime you come through you get another card. The player (dirty, cold, grumpy athlete) with the best hand at the end wins. So I've drummed up what hardcore guys I could find (the erd and naterz), and now I'm just chasing down enough bikes for everybody. Good thing I work at a bike shop.

We'll prolly go through a bunch of tubes......
blech
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I won't break my back for a million bucks
I can't take to my grave.
So why put off for tomorrow
What I could get done today:

Like go for a walk
Say a little prayer
Take a deep breathe of mountain air
Put on my glove and play so catch -
It's time that I make time for that.
Wade the shore,
Cast a line.
Look up an old lost friend of mine.
Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss.
Start living, that's the next thing on my list. - Toby Keith