I learned something today. I thought the t-shirt I posted a couple of days ago that said “all I need is an eye patch for Halloween” was pretty funny. You know since I have the wooden leg and all. I guess when you are talking about halloween costumes at work and you bring up something like that, it’s funnier if people know you have a wooden leg already. Awkward, but like G.I. Joe says….now they know, and knowing is half the battle!

Last year around Halloween me and Josh went to a little hole-in-the-wall bar in Texas to listen to a friend of mine and his band. The band they were opening for was a pretty hardcore metal band, and it was the week before Halloween so there were all kinds that came out to this little shin-dig. The room the band was playing in was kind of separated from the bar, and I was taking a break by the bar to get away from all the smoke and the over active kids in the improvised mosh-pit they had going on. I hadn’t been sitting there long when some people from the local haunted house showed up. There were several of them all in makeup, but the one that was getting the most attention was a girl dressed up as a witch carrying around a crystal ball, and leading around an 8 foot tall monster (which was actually a 4 foot tall kid on stilts). The two of them were actually pretty creepy. They made there way through the room several times, stopping to harass people along the way. I watched her for a few minutes as she made her way over to the end of the bar where I was sitting. She kept rubbing her crystalball and telling people the horrible things she saw in their future. Several minutes later she makes it over to where I am sitting, and by this time people were not really paying any attention to her anymore. I don’t say anything to her as she walks up to me, so she just stands there and stares at me. I’m not saying anything, shes not saying anything, shes just standing next to me staring a whole through me. I kept waiting for her to rub her crystal ball and tell me my fate, but she never did. I thought maybe if I ignored her long enough she would go away, but no such luck. So after whet seemed like forever, I finally look her in the eye and ask, “do you read palms?”. She mumbles something about her ball and tells me that she can tell all sorts of things about me by reading my palms. Up to this point there had only really been eye to eye contact with her, so I held out both of my hands palms up and said, “what can you tell about me from these bad boys”. She paused for a second, and in her most serious witch voice she just says “you have terrible luck!”. She was good, because I cracked up laughing, and she never once broke character. Not so much as a hint of a smile from her. I thought it was pretty funny, the people sitting next to me…not so much. Oh well! I am sure she was laughing too on the inside.

Just a couple of quick things I wanted to add today. I added a new page called “things I enjoy”. Its pretty self explanatory, it will be a page for hobbies of mine, or just things that I enjoy.

I have had a little more time to work on the site lately, but there are some things that I still need to get fixed. I will be making some more CSS changes because there are some colors and fonts going on here that I just not digging at all. I have several big posts that are about ready to publish that will cover some of the stuff that I talked about in earlier posts. I know I said I was going to start publishing them without over thinking and rewriting them so much, but that is easier said than done for me. I am trying though.

I am still trying to figure out ways to get more traffic to the site, if you have any ideas let me know. If you visit the site and know of someone that might enjoy it, feel free to pass it along. I appreciate any help I can get. I know I have a few people that are following this blog, because my site statistics tell me so, but it would be nice to know people where following along. If you are one of the few, feel free to comment on any of my posts on here, I would love to hear from you and hear your thoughts.

I have been wanting to change the look of this blog for a while, and finally had a little time to work on it. I am still making some changes to the wordpress theme that I am using now, but everything should be working correctly as the changes are all cosmetic. I hope you like the new theme, I do. I wanted something a little more visually appealing than the old black and white theme I had going on. I took the picture I am using for the header a year or two ago at the lake and thought it kind of appropriate in a way since you really cant tell one gull from the next just by looking at them. I am sure they are all just a little different though in some way or another.

I have lots of stuff that I am working on, so if you are one of my faithful readers ( I know there are a few of you out there)  keep checking the site to see what I have going. If you are one of the few, I would also like to say thanks for reading and I hope that you get something (anything) out of this little project of mine!

Pretty much everyone I know has at some point said to me “hey you know what you should do with your leg”. That’s usually followed up with a crazy suggestion that will either be entertaining to them (and usually me), or will cause other people to be uncomfortable. I have been known to pull off my leg if I thought it would get a laugh or make a good picture. I posted a picture a while back of me and a friend posing with an alligator and said I was waiting on a friend to send me another picture like that. They sent me the picture a while back and I saw it today while I was looking through some pictures and thought I should finally share it. A few years ago I had a couple of coworkers that I went to lunch with pretty regularly. One day on our lunch break we decided to go out to the lot where our bank kept their repossessed vehicles to see what they had. On this particular day they had a backhoe and of course someone said, “hey you know what you should do with your leg”. That of course led to me pulling my leg off and laying on the ground with said leg under the bucket of said backhoe. I think it made for a pretty good picture. It makes me (and at least two other people I know)  laugh anyways.

After getting all worked up about going to the doctor last week, I have come to the conclusion that is was as bad as I thought it was going to be but wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. All I needed was for a doctor to sign a form saying I could hunt with a crossbow, but I knew it wouldn’t be as easy as just going in, telling them what I needed and having him sign the form and send me on my way. That would be too easy. I know how doctors work, and so I knew I would get to answer all kinds of questions about my hands and what not. I got the usual questions (what happened, any surgeries on them, are your feet like that, anyone else in your family like this, how does that make you feel etc) none of which really mattered, when it came down to it all I needed was this form signed. Look at my hands, sign the form, take my co-pay and shuffle me out the door. That’s how I would have handled it if I had been the doctor, but that wouldn’t make any sense because if I were a doctor why would I have gone to a doctor to begin with….never mind. You get the point, right? Even with the 50 question s routine I was still in and out relatively fast and got what I needed so I  cant complain too much.

I hate hospitals. I hate going to the doctor. I hate them, so I avoid them at all cost. I think I hate them so much because I spent so much of my childhood going to see doctors. I haven’t been in the hospital or even been for a regular doctors visit in probably 15 years. So far it has worked pretty good for me, until now that is.

One of the things that was drilled into my head when I was younger was that I can do anything I want. There was no using the word can’t in our house growing up. I try to still live by that, but there are times when it is more convenient to give in and take the easy way out. The last few years I have wanted to hunt during archery season with the crossbow that I had, but in Oklahoma you have to have a letter from a doctor stating that you are permanently disabled and can not hunt with a traditional bow. I have tried shooting a compound bow a couple of times, and with a little modification to one I could probably do ok, but in this case it is easier to go get that doctors note and use the crossbow (plus the crossbow is just so much cooler in a medieval kind of way). So I have to suck it up and go see an actual doctor, and I am going to be honest, I am no looking forward to it one bit. I am dreading it actually. I am starting to wonder if it is even worth is. I think it probably is, but I still don’t want to go. Oh well, life is just full of things that you don’t want to do, right? So I will suck it up, and go see a doctor this week. I am sure it will be uneventful, but you never now. I will let you know how it goes.