Well, its time once again... A BLOG ENTRY. and Account of the LOTR party
To pick up where I left off, after leaving Shop n' Save, we went to a nearby sports store: Dunhams looking for leather half-finger gloves. Once exploring said establishment, I found a package that contained only a right glove, the left had been stolen, therefore, the package of two gloves that was normally $20 was now a single glove with a price of $5. Thinking two gloves would be better, I ignored this bargain and continued on my quest. Second stop was Gander Mt. (HUNT, FISH, CAMP) I was dismayed by the fact that they had run out of half finger leather gloves that week, and would not get more for a month. None-the-less, I savvied forth to Dick's in the mall, only to find the same result as in Gander Mt. . At this point, I was totally dismayed at my lack of a tanned, dyed animal hide. So, I decided to go home without purchasing any items of a glove-like nature.
Once I was home, I decided to look up a picture of Aragorn on the net to see if I could find good ideas for my outfit. After a few pictures of Viggo's unshaven mug, I found a full body picture. I was amazed to find that he only wore one glove, on his RIGHT hand. My hope renewed, I remembers the glove at dunhams... It was MEANT for me.
The idle hours leading up to the party were spent working on my costume, and after completing preparations, I was hit with an idea... To come bearing gifts for the elves. Being a Ranger of the North, I prepared some spare ribs and called it "Boar" and began thinking about what else a guy that lived 24/7 outside would bring the most clean, graceful beings in existence, what would be a resource worthy to bring... WILD FLOWERS! So, Fueled by the sheer want to play the role perfectly, I walked all around the farm looking for flowers. Many came from the bushes, and were really wild. Others came from the garden. I made enough for the Elves that might be there (Shannon, Dominica, Katie, Katie, Sarah, and Rebekah, And of course Mrs. Q for providing her house.). Even though the Calanos weren't there, I found a use for the remaining three bouquets, by giving two to the little Calvetti girls, and one to Mrs. Caldwell. So, that worked out nicely.
The party was off to a slow start when I came, Dan looked, like a very large hobbit, Shannon looked like an Elf with short hair, Dominica looked like an Elf, a lot of people looked like themselves sadly. After a while we ate a selection of Shire pie, Lambas, and Boar. Right around the time everyone was eating, Katie arrived, looking like a Willis fan... But soon changed into yet another short-haired elf.
After everyone had eaten their fill we all sat down for a little three and a half hour movie. Much of the entertainment was created by the perfect blend of inthrallment in the movie, and little wisecracks made by the general viewing public (Myself included).
After the midway point, the time had come for me to leave, I went out to wait for my ride in the rainy, dark, cold night. Where I was joined by a friendly feline, until my Mom came.
The second day of the party was similar, only minus one tall Hobbit. We all read (or sang) our favorite parts of the trilogy, some of which were quite lengthy. More boar, (shredded beef) and more lambas, and more movieing although I sadly had to leave before the first part of The Two Towers was finished.
Maybe more updateage at a later date.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Friday, August 26, 2005
Shop n' Save... ON INTERNET!
I’m sitting here writing this, while listening to coldplay in the parking lot of Shop n’ Save… one of these stores has a sweet wireless internet connection because I’m surfing at the speed of light. I just spent the last 19 hours with Dan, the day consisted of a lot of funny random phrases from Mr. Vocabulary himself. Some concerned Baseball for we went to a Pirates game that I’ll talk about later.
*Dan trying on one of his dads vests* “This Feels like a corset…”
Me-“and how would you know that?”
Me-“It would really stink to get hit on the head with a foul ball.”
Dan-“It says on the back of the ticket that the park is not liable for injuries from a ball or bat.”
Dan getting a Cardinal’s player to sign his CUBS hat.
Dan-“(Uses some huge word in some context that I have no idea what it means.)”
Wes-“Your vocabulary is too copious for my intermediate comprehension, you must endeavor to elucidate more explicitly.”
My eyes must have been REALLY wide when I saw John type “Hey baby” to Katie Caldwell under MY name… After restraining said culprit in a L.P.A.D. headlock,(body upright, slightly bent over backwards with my arm around neck from behind) I dumped him on the bed, where he proceeded to cling to my arm, he soon realized I have more muscles in my arm than his entire body, and gave up. (and no, its not a L.A.P.D. headlock)
Humm, pirate game, not much to be said. The highlights are as follows: actually parking and getting across the bridge in all of maybe 10-15 minutes. Watching totally un-artistic players put their names down in paint, one of them only put his name with the letters descending then ascending like in a V shape. Seeing a pirate use the words “Matey, Timbers, pegleg, ARRR, and FedEx Shipping services all in the same sentence.” Getting hit in the head with a peanut. AND SOME GOOD BASEBALL. :-P
After getting settled in downstairs, Dan and I talked for a few hours, finished “Monty Python and the quest for the Holy Grail.” Then a healthy dose of sleep.
Presently, I am about to go in search of half-finger leather gloves for my costume for the LOTR party tonight. I plan to go as a ranger. (there should be quite a few fair Elf maidens there, so I need to try and be a reasonably clean ranger.)
So, that’s all for now, I’ll post later about the party.
*Dan trying on one of his dads vests* “This Feels like a corset…”
Me-“and how would you know that?”
Me-“It would really stink to get hit on the head with a foul ball.”
Dan-“It says on the back of the ticket that the park is not liable for injuries from a ball or bat.”
Dan getting a Cardinal’s player to sign his CUBS hat.
Dan-“(Uses some huge word in some context that I have no idea what it means.)”
Wes-“Your vocabulary is too copious for my intermediate comprehension, you must endeavor to elucidate more explicitly.”
My eyes must have been REALLY wide when I saw John type “Hey baby” to Katie Caldwell under MY name… After restraining said culprit in a L.P.A.D. headlock,(body upright, slightly bent over backwards with my arm around neck from behind) I dumped him on the bed, where he proceeded to cling to my arm, he soon realized I have more muscles in my arm than his entire body, and gave up. (and no, its not a L.A.P.D. headlock)
Humm, pirate game, not much to be said. The highlights are as follows: actually parking and getting across the bridge in all of maybe 10-15 minutes. Watching totally un-artistic players put their names down in paint, one of them only put his name with the letters descending then ascending like in a V shape. Seeing a pirate use the words “Matey, Timbers, pegleg, ARRR, and FedEx Shipping services all in the same sentence.” Getting hit in the head with a peanut. AND SOME GOOD BASEBALL. :-P
After getting settled in downstairs, Dan and I talked for a few hours, finished “Monty Python and the quest for the Holy Grail.” Then a healthy dose of sleep.
Presently, I am about to go in search of half-finger leather gloves for my costume for the LOTR party tonight. I plan to go as a ranger. (there should be quite a few fair Elf maidens there, so I need to try and be a reasonably clean ranger.)
So, that’s all for now, I’ll post later about the party.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
The PCOP reality TV show!
Yeah, I thought I'd share a brainstorm I had with Dan B. last night. Imagen if you will, a commercial for the latest greatest TV show.
15 teens.
1 house.
1 GOD.
THE YOUTH OF PROVIDENCE!
in, "The REALLY REAL world, PCOP."
Sounds sweet eh? Dan and I came up with all sorts of stuff, funny situations, ideas, layout of stuff in the house. stuff like 3 fridges, one for food, one for Mt.Dew, one for Dr. Pepper. Shower stall doors that go all the way from floor to ceiling. Me putting mistletoe up at Christmas time just to watch people swerve to avoid it. John and Justin playin their guitars in the living room, Dan watching a cubs game in the kitchen, Frisbee... soforth. Fun ideas, maybe MTV will market it. (yeah, right...)
Submit your idea or funny situations for the ongoing PCOP Reality TV show! post a comment or email me at wwsames@gmail.com
15 teens.
1 house.
1 GOD.
THE YOUTH OF PROVIDENCE!
in, "The REALLY REAL world, PCOP."
Sounds sweet eh? Dan and I came up with all sorts of stuff, funny situations, ideas, layout of stuff in the house. stuff like 3 fridges, one for food, one for Mt.Dew, one for Dr. Pepper. Shower stall doors that go all the way from floor to ceiling. Me putting mistletoe up at Christmas time just to watch people swerve to avoid it. John and Justin playin their guitars in the living room, Dan watching a cubs game in the kitchen, Frisbee... soforth. Fun ideas, maybe MTV will market it. (yeah, right...)
Submit your idea or funny situations for the ongoing PCOP Reality TV show! post a comment or email me at wwsames@gmail.com
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Could it be? An Update?
Yes, folks Shady's back with a brand new rap....
Wait, no, thats not right.
Anyway, yeah, I'm back. Time to cover a few weeks worth of my life.
First up on the agenda is a recounting of the day a ton of folks came out to the farm.
Well, we had a few good friends over, Dan B., all the Qs, Katie Caldwell, and Nathaniel Taylor. After having some lunch, we engaged in the normal activities, with small twists.
First off, we did Frisbee in the fields, maybe better known as obstacle Frisbee because the ground was littered with 4.5 feet tall round bales of hay. Those that had the precision throwing skills would throw the disc inbetween the bales to the others on their team, other less fortunate ones (like myself) had to throw above the bales risking a pick-off. Needless to say, these obstacles added a new dimension to gameplay. When we weren't weaving in and out of the bales, we were running into them, or back peddling into them. The game ended with a bang when Katie received a blow to the wrist, caused by Dan throwing the Frisbee a bit too hard. After the game we hanged out at the house for a while, and Heather rejoiced at the fact that my sister had come home (This meant "HORSE BACK RIDING! WOOHOO!").
We sallied forth to the barn with due haste and helped a few people have the fun experience of riding a horse. (I played my part by jogging infront of my mare to make her keep jogging, I was running backwards mind you.... Not an easy feat.)
Meanwhile, Mike, Matt, and Nathaniel had discovered the Go-kart and under the supervision of my dad were running around the farm in it. (dun dun DUNNNNN)
After everyone was done riding the horses, we took refuge from the hottest time of the day by entering the swimming pool. Much diving, dunking, wrestling, and all around competition prevailed.
After that another, smaller, shorter game of frisbee was played, everyone except myself got back in the pool, I went off and looked down to the lower field to see if I could spot the go-kart. Suddenly, I see mike running full sprint up the hill and I immediately knew what had happened. Mike had been riding in the go-kart with Matt driving, they took a turn to fast and it rolled. Unfortunately, Matt had had his hand on the roll cage as they began to roll, this crushed his hand under the machine. We had no idea how bad the damage was as my dad drove off to the emergency room with a very pale and nauseated Matt. Mr. Caldwell took the moment of anxticy and sadness to pray for Matt, (Thanks SO much for that Terry.).
In a few minutes, everyone was dry, changed, and ready to head out. We all said our farewells and they drove off into the (Almost) sunset. I can't say that I wasn't sad to see everyone go, it was such a fun day that had ended to sadly and abruptly that I felt pretty bad. I felt distant, removed from my friends, my confidants. But God wouldn't let that feeling last long.
On that tuesday, I spent the day feeling pretty much misrebel, for almost no reason! After I got home from work, I proceeded to whine to John B. who did his best to encourage me. (Thanks John for putting up with that...) Later on in the night (or early in the morning for that matter) I talked with another friend we was having struggles in their life. As I continued to talk, I felt empowered. I felt the holy spirit on me, it lifted all my unnessesary troubles off me and gave me the strength to talk with my friend that it made them feel spurred on in their faith. I was re-assured of God. I was talking with a different friend at camp once, and he said to me, "When you get a hug from a person, the warm fuzzy feeling only lasts a short time. When you get a hug from God, the warm fuzzy feeling says, for days and days and days and days, untill it fills your whole heart.". I pretty much felt a hug from God that night that lifted my spirits, and it gave me such joy to serve, and lift up my friend, that it gave me a new outlook on life for DAYS afterward. I realised that I'm only truely happy when God uses me for the furthering of his Kingdom. *sigh* :-)
Crazy.... and I'm still feeling that hug from God, 4 days later.
-Wes
Wait, no, thats not right.
Anyway, yeah, I'm back. Time to cover a few weeks worth of my life.
First up on the agenda is a recounting of the day a ton of folks came out to the farm.
Well, we had a few good friends over, Dan B., all the Qs, Katie Caldwell, and Nathaniel Taylor. After having some lunch, we engaged in the normal activities, with small twists.
First off, we did Frisbee in the fields, maybe better known as obstacle Frisbee because the ground was littered with 4.5 feet tall round bales of hay. Those that had the precision throwing skills would throw the disc inbetween the bales to the others on their team, other less fortunate ones (like myself) had to throw above the bales risking a pick-off. Needless to say, these obstacles added a new dimension to gameplay. When we weren't weaving in and out of the bales, we were running into them, or back peddling into them. The game ended with a bang when Katie received a blow to the wrist, caused by Dan throwing the Frisbee a bit too hard. After the game we hanged out at the house for a while, and Heather rejoiced at the fact that my sister had come home (This meant "HORSE BACK RIDING! WOOHOO!").
We sallied forth to the barn with due haste and helped a few people have the fun experience of riding a horse. (I played my part by jogging infront of my mare to make her keep jogging, I was running backwards mind you.... Not an easy feat.)
Meanwhile, Mike, Matt, and Nathaniel had discovered the Go-kart and under the supervision of my dad were running around the farm in it. (dun dun DUNNNNN)
After everyone was done riding the horses, we took refuge from the hottest time of the day by entering the swimming pool. Much diving, dunking, wrestling, and all around competition prevailed.
After that another, smaller, shorter game of frisbee was played, everyone except myself got back in the pool, I went off and looked down to the lower field to see if I could spot the go-kart. Suddenly, I see mike running full sprint up the hill and I immediately knew what had happened. Mike had been riding in the go-kart with Matt driving, they took a turn to fast and it rolled. Unfortunately, Matt had had his hand on the roll cage as they began to roll, this crushed his hand under the machine. We had no idea how bad the damage was as my dad drove off to the emergency room with a very pale and nauseated Matt. Mr. Caldwell took the moment of anxticy and sadness to pray for Matt, (Thanks SO much for that Terry.).
In a few minutes, everyone was dry, changed, and ready to head out. We all said our farewells and they drove off into the (Almost) sunset. I can't say that I wasn't sad to see everyone go, it was such a fun day that had ended to sadly and abruptly that I felt pretty bad. I felt distant, removed from my friends, my confidants. But God wouldn't let that feeling last long.
On that tuesday, I spent the day feeling pretty much misrebel, for almost no reason! After I got home from work, I proceeded to whine to John B. who did his best to encourage me. (Thanks John for putting up with that...) Later on in the night (or early in the morning for that matter) I talked with another friend we was having struggles in their life. As I continued to talk, I felt empowered. I felt the holy spirit on me, it lifted all my unnessesary troubles off me and gave me the strength to talk with my friend that it made them feel spurred on in their faith. I was re-assured of God. I was talking with a different friend at camp once, and he said to me, "When you get a hug from a person, the warm fuzzy feeling only lasts a short time. When you get a hug from God, the warm fuzzy feeling says, for days and days and days and days, untill it fills your whole heart.". I pretty much felt a hug from God that night that lifted my spirits, and it gave me such joy to serve, and lift up my friend, that it gave me a new outlook on life for DAYS afterward. I realised that I'm only truely happy when God uses me for the furthering of his Kingdom. *sigh* :-)
Crazy.... and I'm still feeling that hug from God, 4 days later.
-Wes
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
From "oh no..." to "woh" to "ahh CHOO"
Well, so much to talk about, so little time to talk about it.
Well, at about 4:00 Sunday, July 31st, I was informed that the camp my sister works at is shorthanded for how many kids they had that week. They practicly begged for me to come and be an assistant councilor. So the madness of packing insued, becuase the kids get there at around 6 and the camp is 30 minutes away. After I get there, I see alot of friends and have a great deal of fun for the next two days. This is where the "Oh no" part kicks up... One of my boys decided that he didn't want to even be there and so he became a day dreamer, even while on a horse. The horse basicly did all the stuff from memory, because that kid wasn't steering. This made me look bad becuase I'm the novice of this kind of horsemanship that his camp teaches. My troubles only intensified when I found out that my two oldist guys were pimps... (forgive the slang, but its the best way to describe it.) One of them would buy stuff for the girls so that they would like him, the other basicly showed off his muscles and all the girls swooned. So I had to constantly keep them in check. Basicly a bad day.
Thursday... I don't think I'm even going to talk about it... Just rest assured it was possibly the most embarassing day of my life...
Friday, The horse show... My job during this huge show was to make sure that all the horses rotated properly from the barn to the arena and visa versa...
Bad News
The show is going well, suddenly, one of the ranch hands comes up to me crying with blood all over the upper right corner of her shirt. I soon find out that one of the horses got kicked in the head and has a nosebleed. Being around horses a good bit, and knowing that horses can bleed two gallons and still be fine, I reassured the girl that Missie(the horse) will be ok, and not to tell any of the kids...
Guess what?
The kids find out, one way or another, I have now visited the horse and my dad is tending to its nose which has stopped bleeding. All the girl campers and ranch-hands are crying (This is a big deal, because there are a total of THREE guys on staff counting myself.). I have to try to reassure all the little girls AND the teenagers that the horse will be fine, while at the same time making sure each horse is in the right place at the right time.
Thank GOD (woh part begins)
The girls calm down, the kids settle down in general, the wounded horse is showing signs of recovery, The show goes off without a hitch. The night following the most stressful day I've had in a while goes off wonderfully. God gave me the power to change the course of several friendships for the better. God was with me, standing beside me for the rest of that night. All the emotions from Thursday are worked out, for the better... I said my goodbye to some of those who were leaving early.
Then I realised that this whole week was an act of God, cercomstances were made by him to make this for me, this last night proves it. After I saw this, all the lessons I had learned, all the difficultys I had risen above, all the ruts I hit, were all to make myself better. That night, I prayed more forcefully than I have when I was saved, I opened my entire heart... I experienced God, I felt him and his hand uppon me, just like the night I was saved.
And there it is, the happy ending to my story. I honestly think that my last week might as well have been video-taped and made into a mini-movie or some episode of that show "Bug Juice" or something. It was so powerful and had a plot progession of ok, to bad, to aweful, and to amazing.
And last, the "ahh CHOO"
I'm sick, I have been sick since I got back, kinda stinks but I'm empowered emotionally and spiritually.
FORGET THE WORDS: "GOD IS GOOD"
THE TRUTH:"GOD IS AWESOME"
:-)
-Wes
Well, at about 4:00 Sunday, July 31st, I was informed that the camp my sister works at is shorthanded for how many kids they had that week. They practicly begged for me to come and be an assistant councilor. So the madness of packing insued, becuase the kids get there at around 6 and the camp is 30 minutes away. After I get there, I see alot of friends and have a great deal of fun for the next two days. This is where the "Oh no" part kicks up... One of my boys decided that he didn't want to even be there and so he became a day dreamer, even while on a horse. The horse basicly did all the stuff from memory, because that kid wasn't steering. This made me look bad becuase I'm the novice of this kind of horsemanship that his camp teaches. My troubles only intensified when I found out that my two oldist guys were pimps... (forgive the slang, but its the best way to describe it.) One of them would buy stuff for the girls so that they would like him, the other basicly showed off his muscles and all the girls swooned. So I had to constantly keep them in check. Basicly a bad day.
Thursday... I don't think I'm even going to talk about it... Just rest assured it was possibly the most embarassing day of my life...
Friday, The horse show... My job during this huge show was to make sure that all the horses rotated properly from the barn to the arena and visa versa...
Bad News
The show is going well, suddenly, one of the ranch hands comes up to me crying with blood all over the upper right corner of her shirt. I soon find out that one of the horses got kicked in the head and has a nosebleed. Being around horses a good bit, and knowing that horses can bleed two gallons and still be fine, I reassured the girl that Missie(the horse) will be ok, and not to tell any of the kids...
Guess what?
The kids find out, one way or another, I have now visited the horse and my dad is tending to its nose which has stopped bleeding. All the girl campers and ranch-hands are crying (This is a big deal, because there are a total of THREE guys on staff counting myself.). I have to try to reassure all the little girls AND the teenagers that the horse will be fine, while at the same time making sure each horse is in the right place at the right time.
Thank GOD (woh part begins)
The girls calm down, the kids settle down in general, the wounded horse is showing signs of recovery, The show goes off without a hitch. The night following the most stressful day I've had in a while goes off wonderfully. God gave me the power to change the course of several friendships for the better. God was with me, standing beside me for the rest of that night. All the emotions from Thursday are worked out, for the better... I said my goodbye to some of those who were leaving early.
Then I realised that this whole week was an act of God, cercomstances were made by him to make this for me, this last night proves it. After I saw this, all the lessons I had learned, all the difficultys I had risen above, all the ruts I hit, were all to make myself better. That night, I prayed more forcefully than I have when I was saved, I opened my entire heart... I experienced God, I felt him and his hand uppon me, just like the night I was saved.
And there it is, the happy ending to my story. I honestly think that my last week might as well have been video-taped and made into a mini-movie or some episode of that show "Bug Juice" or something. It was so powerful and had a plot progession of ok, to bad, to aweful, and to amazing.
And last, the "ahh CHOO"
I'm sick, I have been sick since I got back, kinda stinks but I'm empowered emotionally and spiritually.
FORGET THE WORDS: "GOD IS GOOD"
THE TRUTH:"GOD IS AWESOME"
:-)
-Wes
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