What things could I do with $50? I could buy 3 DVD's. I could get 5 Big Reds. I could get 14 packs of Nathan's hot dogs which comes to exactly 112 hot dogs. That's a lot of hot dogs! Maybe it's better that I donated my $50 to the bank, because 112 hot dogs would be pretty unhealthy.

Tonight after getting back from making air conditioning filter frames with Jason, I felt like a million bucks. Unfortunately the way I looked said otherwise. I stunk, I was covered in dirt, and I had blood on my face. The blood was Jason's idea. At the time it seemed like a good idea to me too. I accidentally cut my finger on some metal, and instead of cleaning it off in the sink, I decided to be stupid and see if I could get a few cheap laughs. Jason said if I wiped it on my face, I would look like a warrior, so I smeared it on my cheek down by my mouth and there was no miraculous transformation. I didn't become an indian warrior of old with a cool loin cloth and head dress. I was still in my dirty jeans and undershirt. The only thing that was different was now I had some blood and dirt on my face. Oh well...

We had a good laugh.

When I walked into the room after getting home, I thought I'd check my bank account just to make sure that they still had the obscene amount of money I had deposited a few days earlier. Well, come to find out, the money that I had deposited wasn't available at the time, so my insurance company thought that since it was right before I would have enough money to be able to afford the check, they decided they could probably do some damage by putting the check through again. Well, they were right. This caused not only that check to bounce but my check for GRU too. I still haven't paid these bills and I'm $50 poorer now. Life just loves to kick you in the crotch sometimes. Good thing for me, God reminded me to wear a cup.

After I got over the initial anger and had pounded the desk a few times (manly way of expressing anger), and had thrown my College Education book across the room (probably more from my not liking the class and not from finding out about the bounced checks), I decided not to worry about it. When Jason got out of the shower and had found out what happened, he said he was sorry and said he hoped life started getting better for me. I was quick to assure him that life was awesome right now. As I looked in the mirror at the blood on my cheek, I told him that I was a warrior and I don't remember exactly what I said after that. Something gay like, "Warriors never give up" or something like that. I chuckled to myself because I found this to be not only funny but extremely witty. I explained to him that life rocked and I was just letting off a little bit of steam. I must have been pounding the desk kind of hard because Chris Bontempo came upstairs and asked if I was killing bugs.

Speaking of pest control...

I'm so tired of trying to be in control of all of things that happen in my life. I've decided not to worry about it anymore. So I volunteered almost 8 hours at Cracker Barrel. Big deal! I know that God has something great planned and I'm just waiting to see what it is. It is true that life throws you some curve balls, but who cares. I don't even like baseball. So what if the curve balls sometimes hit you. That means you don't have to hit the ball and automatically get to go the first base. Let's just say this "curve ball" hits the ground, and that causes the catcher to miss it and the guy that was on 3rd base runs home and scores. Let's just say that this run is the winning run of the Major League Championships. Meanwhile, the pitcher, ("Life") gets pelted with baseball helmets and gloves. All because It wanted to throw you a curve ball.

Man, wise up.