The Ring

Sometimes there are things that happen in our lives that we can find no explanation for. One of these things happend to me last night while i was playing softball. You see, last year my dad got into a fight with a table saw and lost a digit and some use of the others on his left hand. The blade actually grabbed his wedding ring and snatched his finger off. anyways, thats another story all together, he decided to not wear rings anymore and entrusted me with his retirement ring from the state of florida. I felt this to be one of the coolest things he has ever given me and held it dear to me. However, last year i went to play softball at our local field. Being afraid i would throw the ring off my finger i opted to take it off while i played. This went well for a couple of games. I would take it off and hang it on my cell phone antenna then put it back on when i was done. About our third game of the season we had just finished up and i went to put my ring back on and discovered it was missing. A little boy there said he had seen it on the ground and put it back in a bag. Everyone searched there bags and i searched mine three or four times. I also searched the fields and parking lot to no avail. I was sure someone found it and kept it. Last night i went to play ball in a town near me with a bunch of guys i dont really know. It was our second game of the season and i went to put my glove on top of my bag like always. I hang my bag on the fence and it has an opening on top for bats and one in the middle for your glove and other stuff. Right at the time i put my glove on the bag something hit the ground. You guessed it, it was the ring. There are no holes or pockets in the bottom of my bag at all. How did it fall out?? I have absolutely no idea where it came from. I am just glad someone or something must have been looking out for me!!!

Mini Monsters That Im Sure Could Kill Me

As you can probably tell by now I'm no city boy. So as far as most things go I'm not scared of much. I have caught caught snakes, rats, turtles, birds and many other animals with my bare hands just to see what they look and feel like...including many alligators! This being said, you can see how hard it must be for me to admit I'm afraid of something. Well let me tell you, these creatures are huge and I'm pretty sure they are out to get me. have you ever seen a "killer" Cuban tree frog before? Oh yea, these guys are vicious lookin and have little beady eyes. They also can jump pretty much a mile (best i can figure). They look alot like them little cute green frogs ya see around most doors and window. however, these guys came to the house in gangs. They come in many shapes and sizes from small to gigantic. The colors they have seem to change from dark to almost a very ugly white. Making there selves scarce during the day and attacking during the dark seems to be there forte. Just last night a medium size one had me in his clutches as i entered the front door. Luckily for me he could not quite stay in step with me while i was bringing back some very nice breakdance moves. he hit the tile floor and i headed for the back door. i then realized he wasn't on me anymore and i was gonna have to come up with some kinda plan to get him back outside. I signaled our jack Russell to fetch him and carry him outside. It seems that jack russells are scared of them too! I eased over and opened the door wide, then, made my move quick without haste. Like a field goal kicker for the nfl the frog was up and good, straight out the door!! I have many other stories of these things trying to get me. I even have a mammoth of one living in a birdhouse by my front door. He don't mess with me and i don't mess with him!! Ill share more frog stories as they unfold. Any suggestions you might have about these things would be of much value. oh, make sure you look out at night, ye be warned!!!!

funny little story from my past

Well, this probably isn't the first one but it was the first to come to mind so i figured it would be a good one to start with (seeing how i don't have any readers yet..lol)
When i was just a little tyke i couldn't wait to get a mini bike. however, my mom always said they were dangerous and i would probably get hurt on it. Years past and i still wanted one more than anything. Good ole mom finally come to the rescue and hooked me up! of course our finances were not the greatest back then (to this day i still don't know how my parents got me everything i wanted) so it was used. Being used made no difference to me at all as it was the most awesome thing in the world at that time. When dad got it out of the truck my mom quickly chimed in with "it looks dangerous to me" however, my dad quickly came back with "its not dangerous at all, here let me show you." Now i was young see, but i still new exactly what was coming and it probably wasn't gonna be good. Dad jumps on it, cranks it up and takes off down our dirt road. The dirt road we lived on had dirt ruts cut in the grass from car tires about six inches deep. I'm pretty sure the tires on the bike were about four inches. so, here comes dad flying back down the dirt road towards us like a bullet. I was stoked. unfortunately for me (and dad) just about the time he got to where we were the tire hit the side of the rut in the road and crossed the steering wheel up. dad (bless his heart) exits the mini bike and flies by us like superman with a clipped wing. He hits the ditch with a big ole thud and then jumps to his feet and says "im ok!" my mom who has quite the sense of humor too, replies "yep, looks perfectly safe to me!"

Monday!

welp, just got to work and you can sure tell its monday. i often find my self wondering what is it with monday that makes it so bad. is it just the first day back at work after the weekend. could it be the fact that the weekend has come to an abrupt end. well no matter how you decide it always seems to be a rough day where everything that has gone wrong piles up on you at the time you really dont feel like messing with anything.
this turned out to be a very good weekend for me. friday and saturday i didnt do much cept accidentally rammed my little toe into a railing near my front door while i was walking fast and rubbing my eyes (briliant)! sunday was quite a day. we took the jeep down south to a new mudhole and had an absolute blast!! my best friends jeep decided it was not gonna participate and would never stay running long enough to move. my jeep, however, was running like a champ and me and my wife were rippin up the swamp. by the end of the day we were covered with mud and had a hint of cow poop smell too. not sure what that was all about but it obviously washed off!! at the end of the day my jeep decided it was done and the clutch wouldnt work anymore. looks like i got some mechanicing to do before the next go round!!