For Joe's birthday I got Joe a D&D miniature game set. (For all those un-nerd people out there, D&D stands for Dungeons and Dragons. It's usually a role playing type game.) This miniature game set is more like a board game thing. Anyways, he made me play with him. Since it was his birthday, I gave in. It really is a dumb game, but someone doesn't turn over the hill everyday.
I completely slaughtered him. It was awesome. He demanded a rematch, and of course I wouldn't give him one. You gotta know when to stay ahead. :0) So this proves I am by far the best nerd!! Below is a picture of Joe after I slaughtered him in his nerd game!! :)
I, of course, rub it in as often as possible. Joe likes it, what can I say. Man, I love this guy!!!!
I did manage to surprise him on his B-day though. I told him that one of our good friend's son had to be rushed off to the hospital because he split his head open, and we were needed to watch their daughter. This of course was a lie, and they yelled surprise when he opened the door!! It was awesome.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Joe's Birthday
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Monday, August 6, 2007
Weedeaters on the Appalachian Trail.
Ah, the irony of it. Back in July, after my many, many activities, I got a reminder from my trail supervisor that the section of the AT that I maintain was, to put it bluntly, not being maintained. Yep, the last time I had been there, the trail was buried under snow. So, after I hurriedly shot an apologetic reply back, I planned to head to Shenandoah N.P. and weed my section of trail.
Now for the irony: The Appalachian Trail is generally considered a "Wilderness Experience". Much of the trail is designated wilderness, and as such, motorized vehicles and power tools are strictly forbidden (except in cases such as wildfires). Not so my section. My 1.1 miles are mostly flat, straight, and Not at all Wilderness. . . (well, not designated as such, that is)
So, four days later, Saturday morning (July 14th) at about 8:30, I'm at the Big Meadows tool shed, checking out the biggest, heaviest-duty weed eater the Club has stocked. (I believe it's a Stihl 110 or 130 [a 36cc engine])Yep. I'm going to weed-whack the Appalachian Trail.
I packed an entire extra container of gas and extra string, grabbed the trimmer, and the harness, and threw it all in the back of the Matrix and headed to the trailhead. I waited until a Ranger-led hike got underway and out of sight, then I really fired it up and went to town-- running a weed eater on the AT.
7 hours later, the section, just over a mile long, was cleared to a point where I was satisfied with it. My safety glasses, face, arms, clothes, shirt, pants and boots were covered in bits of grass, ferns, and various bits of ground cover, my ears were ringing from the motor revving, my hands were tingling, my arms were tired, and my allergies were on full alert. I cleaned the gear, returned it to the shed, and went home, a tired, but satisfied man.
I'm sure that by now, a month later, it's grown back to cover a lot of what I've trimmed. I need to get back out soon. Maybe this time, I can actually hike instead of just weed.
Now for the irony: The Appalachian Trail is generally considered a "Wilderness Experience". Much of the trail is designated wilderness, and as such, motorized vehicles and power tools are strictly forbidden (except in cases such as wildfires). Not so my section. My 1.1 miles are mostly flat, straight, and Not at all Wilderness. . . (well, not designated as such, that is)
So, four days later, Saturday morning (July 14th) at about 8:30, I'm at the Big Meadows tool shed, checking out the biggest, heaviest-duty weed eater the Club has stocked. (I believe it's a Stihl 110 or 130 [a 36cc engine])Yep. I'm going to weed-whack the Appalachian Trail.
I packed an entire extra container of gas and extra string, grabbed the trimmer, and the harness, and threw it all in the back of the Matrix and headed to the trailhead. I waited until a Ranger-led hike got underway and out of sight, then I really fired it up and went to town-- running a weed eater on the AT.
7 hours later, the section, just over a mile long, was cleared to a point where I was satisfied with it. My safety glasses, face, arms, clothes, shirt, pants and boots were covered in bits of grass, ferns, and various bits of ground cover, my ears were ringing from the motor revving, my hands were tingling, my arms were tired, and my allergies were on full alert. I cleaned the gear, returned it to the shed, and went home, a tired, but satisfied man.
I'm sure that by now, a month later, it's grown back to cover a lot of what I've trimmed. I need to get back out soon. Maybe this time, I can actually hike instead of just weed.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Classes
I'm a student again! I registered for two classes for fall semester. First: Geography 110: Introduction to Maps and Mapping. I should enjoy that class thoroughly. Second, Intermediate Rock Climbing. Enjoying this one isn't even a question, it's a matter of how disturbingly happy it'll be for me, especially since I don't have to pay any tuition for them.
On the downside: My time is no longer my own. Now I have to balance work, church, wife, and classes. Meh. Not fun.
On the downside: My time is no longer my own. Now I have to balance work, church, wife, and classes. Meh. Not fun.
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