Dear reader.

I would like to apologize to you for not posting anything recently and would like to appease you by posting something right know. The only problem is that I can think of nothing to write. My life is so uneventful at the moment (ether that or I am too lazy) that I am at a loss as to what to say. So I will start with what I have been doing lately.

A couple of week ago my younger brother and I were out playing war out in the old land slide next to our house when all the sudden my brother yells “run for cover”, so I do. As I was on my way to a large rock I had to jump off an undercut bank down in to a dry really big puddle bed. As I came up to the bank and got ready to jump I fell through, caught my legs in some root, fell forward and hit my head on a really big rock.
In case you were wondering, my head did not win the encounter. I was knocked out and woke up on the rock ten seconds later with my brother standing next to my with his mouth hanging open. It only took my a couple of minutes to orient myself, remember what happened and decide that I had better get to the house. That turned out easier said that done. I was having trouble making my eyes focus where I wanted them to, and my equilibrium was all messed up because I could not walk in a straight line any where. Nevertheless I made it though a gate and up to the house all by my self, then into my room where they tell me I took off my kneepads and shoes, and then went into the living room where I was accosted by my sister and forced to sit down and put a ice pack on my head.
At this time I still had no idea that I was bleeding from a cut on my forehead above my left eye. Then my mother’s husband came in who had first responder training and he asked me a bunch of questions like what day it was, what did I do that day, and stuff like that. I guess I got most of them wrong and was diagnosed with a concussion. The next day I could remember most of the stuff that happened to me (there was on hour or so that is still a little fuzzy) and was able to continue my life with only a large head ache for a few days.

As most of you may know I work at an RV park in a little town near the coast. Well it appears that I have done such a good job working for them that they told all their friends about me. Now all these people that I don’t know are calling me asking if I could help them move, or lay some sod, or paint their deck. And being the soft hearted guy I am I cant say no.
Now I told you all that so you would understand why I am painting a guys enormous deck with lots of stairs and benches and things like that. Oh and by the way did I mention that I was doing it by myself? That’s right, I am the one man team of a do-anything-you-want-me-to business. Anyway I have to paint this deck (can you guess what color) red. Now around the edge of the deck is one long bench that is nailed to the deck so I can’t pick it up and turn it over to get at the bottom. So all day Saturday I was on my back under a bench that is 18in high painting with red paint. Needless to say, if you are painting up most of the paint will land on you. I just though I would tell you that as of this post gravity is still working.

We had our church pick nick on Sunday. This time we had it at a different park. This one had a volleyball net and we happened to have a volleyball. So I think we had a world record for number of people playing volleyball. After every one was volleyed out we played football. In the very first play I got hurt. Myself and another guy were running at each other and when two high speed objects meet, one of the is bound to suffer some damage, it just so happens that I was the one that suffered the damage. Right when we hit he was raising his leg for another stride and his knee collided with my thigh. I don’t think it broke anything but it bruised pretty badly. I won’t be able to walk with any speed until Tuesday.

And that brings you up to date with the thing that matter in my life. Aren’t you so glad that you can sleep in peace tonight knowing that you are informed. May you fair well and remember do not let your self be repressed by the sibling hierarchy. Don’t let yourself become a victim. And always De oppresso liber!