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Name: Christ Bearer
Country: United States
State: Virginia
Metro: Roanoke
Birthday: 3/7/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: reading: The Bible, anything Tolkien, and poetry of poetries The Wind In The Willows,
writing: poetry, stories.
hiking: the peaks of otter, walks on the Parkway,
music: christian contemperary(Casting Crowns mostly), praise & worship, clasical, and Irish folk.
And I play soccer every chance I get.
And I now had a pet squirrel.
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Expertise: being a loser
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Forestry
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
9/27/2004
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| Two Lakes, One Day,I left my house uncommonly early this morning to meet a coworker at the park-n-ride in Daleville. The man I traveled with likes to talk a lot, which is ok, except that he was complaining about the two new guys at work. I can't abide people complaining about other people, it solves nothing. One comical point is that he was complaining that one of the new guys always complains about the other new guy. Its one of those speck-in-the-eye things I guess.
When we arrived at our destination, Gathright Dam, we replaced a surge protector in a panel that got struck by lightning during Tuesday's storm. The building was long and low and sat at the top of a tall bank overlooking the dam. The dam, as I later found out is made entirely of clay and rock and runs in a half-moon between the bank the building rested on and the opposite mountain, and has a road running over it to the other side.
After completing the work in the building we requested access to "the tower" to check the panel in it. We drove further down the bank to a concrete bridge running well over a hundred feet to the lake pump-tower. The lake was so quiet and still and apart from a fisherman in the lake about two hundred yards off we were alone. After the bridge had been crossed we were standing on a walled platform like a parapet. The entrance to the tower was in a concrete structure in one corner of the parapet.
We entered the building and checked the panel in it found another bad surge protector and left again. This time on our way across the bridge I threw some dehydrated apple pieces the fifty or so feet into the water, hoping a giant trout would emerge. Unfortunately fish don't appear to enjoy dehydrated apples and my hopes were in vain. We stayed on the bridge and talked to the ranger who was with us for a while enjoying the warm sun, quiet breeze and
lovely view.
When we left I slept most of the way back. We got back to the park-n-ride at about eleven-o-clock. And I headed for Union Hall to work at a new construction on the lake. I spent my lunch on the dock and fed the fish there some peanuts from my payday and although they didn't eat them they kind of sucked on them and spit them back out which was more entertaining I think. I was alone there too apart from the sound of a tractor in the field on the other side of the cove I had the water to myself.
Altold it was a pretty relaxing day in spite of work (which was very hot and muggy).
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| Noooo, Iiii CApparently I could be making loads of money writing TV commercials. But then everyone would want to kill me.
My brothers are taking to calling me "Raisin-bran" and more recently "Vitamin" because of two commercials that reeked of my style of humor. I didn't really appreciate "Raisin-bran" but "Vitamin" almost sounds cool. Like a rapper or something. Which would you prefer if you were in this situation?
So, I will echo with my sister that spring needs to hurry up and get here because I'm eager as a beaver with a toothbrush to get out and do stuff. It's not that I've been inactive all Winter but cold is never as comfortable as warm.
My birthday was great!
It started off being the coldest day of the week and remaining cloudy all day long, soon turned into the rainiest day of the year so far. I worked a slow day and didn't feel like I accomplished much. But in spite of all of that I was having a good day. That is until I got home and had to skip Bible study for a meeting at the youth center. But when I returned home nobody had left yet and more of my friends arrived after me and they all made it a splendid evening for me.
I got to see Britney(whom I haven't seen in forever) and Amy(who got her eyes dilated) and even a guy from Holland!- (Robert? Roger?) and many other people that I see more often but no less appreciate. Thank you all for your cards and gifts and love! I love you all!
But as you could guess it wasn't good all through. Alas, Kelsey wasn't there because she was sick, as was Christine so neither she nor Jessica could make it either. But seeing them Sunday kind of made up for it.
This is the longest post I've done in a while so I'd better get off.
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| Fire RisesI crouched in the corner of the empty room.
Sweat drenched my forehead and dust clung to it as the bullets continued to fly through the empty window frames and plunge into the plaster of the wall opposite. My two comrades were laying dead on the floor and their blood flowed in the runs of the ancient boards of the dusty wood floor. There was no proper time or means to mourn them and this was hardly the place for it anyway. So I respectfully turned their faces away from me and harvested their weapons. The hostage in the closet wept and cradled her maimed foot in her hands rocking back and forth in her pain and hopelessness.
I was pinned for the moment and had nothing to do but wait. Wait for a window. Wait for a moment of quiet. Wait for a head to come around the corner at the top of the stairs. The bullets continued flowing through the windows in flocks like furious vendettists.
The moment this latest stream ceased for a breath I rose and fired the fury of my partner's gun at the enemy on the ground. It was a frenzied fire and doubtless I hit nothing but he laid low for a brief space. At that moment hearing something on the stairs I turned and fired the warrior there had either fired an empty gun or missed me and I nailed him in the torso... O' horror! I've been shot through the neck!
My enemy on the ground had seized chance and murdered me!
Air-soft was a blast!
And the concert was fun too.
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