God Bless Brother Hoppo & Brother TIMMY!
If you wouldn't mind spreading the word, my very first post of June will be on June 2nd, when the clock strikes 12 midnight. I will then proceed to post every hour on the hour for 24 hours straight going until June 3rd, 12 midnight. In my next post, I will explain why I will be doing this, but I wanted to give you a heads up.
This past weekend I went camping with my dad (nicknamed "Hoppo") and the men of his church in the woods.
It wasn't real camping as my dad and I had a cabin so it wasn't like I was out "roughing" it in the woods.
A total of 5 sessions of preaching, and about 3 to 4 workshops was jammed into a weekend of Christian Fun. Said Christian Fun was held in a Christian Ranch somewhere in the hills of Santa Cruz - for those of you who don't know, Santa Cruz is like a beach town, oh yes, did I mention that I live by the beach - well, 40 minutes away, but someone who is in a state and/or Country that isn't remotely close to the ocean let me just say.....NEENER NEENER NEENER
In the Love of Jesus, I'm better than you.
So here's some lovely pictures of some scenery I took.
| Pic 1 | Pic 2 | Pic 3 | Pic 4 |
Oh, and this salamander that sadly lost his life. I would say he was ran over by a car - I can tell by the pancake shape of his body. I know, you too wished you had my superb Sherlock Holmes Mexican Skills, but alas, God gave special gifts to only a select few. Something I learned over the weekend. Chew can zealous.
Here is a Banana Slug I found as well - it was huge, I should have put something up next to it so you could compare it, but I didn't think about it.
Because it was a Christian Camp, here is the Ark - now before you say, OH MY GOD TIMMY! you saw the Ark??? Yes, I did see the Ark, but it was just a replica, and it is a lot smaller than the real Ark. Trust me, if I don't say that disclaimer, I will get some Twat emailing me asking me these questions.
Here's a picture of our cabin from the front door, and here is a picture from the opposite direction. Trust me when I say, it was as roomy as it looked.
Picture of me in the bathroom.
YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER YOU SHORT MEXICAN YOU!!!! Yet proof that Hoppo really is my father. (compare picture in upper left hand corner)
I was up late blogging when around 1:30 a.m. I got a text - said text woke Pappa Hoppo up and he got up to use the toilet. I'm texing vigorously when all of a sudden I hear a ...."whoa" My ears perk up, and yes, I can move my ears - in the bathroom was a scorpion. Whoa is right!!!!! My dad said, "I'm getting a shoe" .....
Whoa there you Mexican Danny DeVito. I'm catching this guy.
With my cat like reflexes and my reptile cunningness, I captured the ever elusive Scorpion.
His name struck anguish in hearts across Asia and into Europe, yet he remains an icon to the people of Mongolia. He could slay thousands without flinching, yet he befriended an old monk. Meet the newest family member of TIMMY!
Welcome to the family Genghis Khan
The next day I went into town to get a critter box and some crickets. However, because scorpions are nocturnal I was getting bored watching him just sit there while the crickets ran around so I had to do something else to eat my time up while I had four hours of free time before my next preaching session.
Hoppo and I decided to go lizard hunting. People tell me that I can't catch a lizard all the time, but I do it all the time because it was just something I grew up doing. There were two lizards so my dad and I decided to split them up and my dad caught his lizard but my lizard broke the noose and got away and then wouldn't let anyone near him. So of course, Hoppo ridiculed me for being outfoxed by a lizard.
Because lizards are reptiles, if you turn them upside down they go into a trance, so we turned the little guy over and set him down and took a picture of him. Then we tried taking him for a "walk" but that usually doesn't go very well since they are wild and are not use to having a leash on them. It doesn't work with women either - so we released him back into the wild and off to sermon #4 we went.
I grew up in a church, I've been around churches and church people and everything in and around churches that you can imagine. This irratated the hell out of me though and I don't know what it was with the men of my dad's church, but everyone was Brother So and So.
Brother Frank.....Brother John, Brother Chris, Brother Enrique, Brother....Brother....Brother............MAKE ME WANNA FUCKING PUKE!!!!
What the fuck ever happened to Gary, Tom, and just plain old - Sam.
Lord help me against the temptation of the flesh from our sisters at the pool......*rolling eyes* seriously - get over it guys - ahem, brothers.
Sometimes it felt like a huge Group Therapy Session where I got to sit there and constantly be reminded how better I was than all of them.
It's hard being so great and wonderful, and I mean that with the Love of Jesus.
This past weekend I went camping with my dad (nicknamed "Hoppo") and the men of his church in the woods.
It wasn't real camping as my dad and I had a cabin so it wasn't like I was out "roughing" it in the woods.
A total of 5 sessions of preaching, and about 3 to 4 workshops was jammed into a weekend of Christian Fun. Said Christian Fun was held in a Christian Ranch somewhere in the hills of Santa Cruz - for those of you who don't know, Santa Cruz is like a beach town, oh yes, did I mention that I live by the beach - well, 40 minutes away, but someone who is in a state and/or Country that isn't remotely close to the ocean let me just say.....NEENER NEENER NEENER
In the Love of Jesus, I'm better than you.
So here's some lovely pictures of some scenery I took.
| Pic 1 | Pic 2 | Pic 3 | Pic 4 |
Oh, and this salamander that sadly lost his life. I would say he was ran over by a car - I can tell by the pancake shape of his body. I know, you too wished you had my superb Sherlock Holmes Mexican Skills, but alas, God gave special gifts to only a select few. Something I learned over the weekend. Chew can zealous.
Here is a Banana Slug I found as well - it was huge, I should have put something up next to it so you could compare it, but I didn't think about it.
Because it was a Christian Camp, here is the Ark - now before you say, OH MY GOD TIMMY! you saw the Ark??? Yes, I did see the Ark, but it was just a replica, and it is a lot smaller than the real Ark. Trust me, if I don't say that disclaimer, I will get some Twat emailing me asking me these questions.
Here's a picture of our cabin from the front door, and here is a picture from the opposite direction. Trust me when I say, it was as roomy as it looked.
Picture of me in the bathroom.
YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER YOU SHORT MEXICAN YOU!!!! Yet proof that Hoppo really is my father. (compare picture in upper left hand corner)
I was up late blogging when around 1:30 a.m. I got a text - said text woke Pappa Hoppo up and he got up to use the toilet. I'm texing vigorously when all of a sudden I hear a ...."whoa" My ears perk up, and yes, I can move my ears - in the bathroom was a scorpion. Whoa is right!!!!! My dad said, "I'm getting a shoe" .....
Whoa there you Mexican Danny DeVito. I'm catching this guy.
With my cat like reflexes and my reptile cunningness, I captured the ever elusive Scorpion.His name struck anguish in hearts across Asia and into Europe, yet he remains an icon to the people of Mongolia. He could slay thousands without flinching, yet he befriended an old monk. Meet the newest family member of TIMMY!
Welcome to the family Genghis Khan
The next day I went into town to get a critter box and some crickets. However, because scorpions are nocturnal I was getting bored watching him just sit there while the crickets ran around so I had to do something else to eat my time up while I had four hours of free time before my next preaching session.
Hoppo and I decided to go lizard hunting. People tell me that I can't catch a lizard all the time, but I do it all the time because it was just something I grew up doing. There were two lizards so my dad and I decided to split them up and my dad caught his lizard but my lizard broke the noose and got away and then wouldn't let anyone near him. So of course, Hoppo ridiculed me for being outfoxed by a lizard.
Because lizards are reptiles, if you turn them upside down they go into a trance, so we turned the little guy over and set him down and took a picture of him. Then we tried taking him for a "walk" but that usually doesn't go very well since they are wild and are not use to having a leash on them. It doesn't work with women either - so we released him back into the wild and off to sermon #4 we went.
I grew up in a church, I've been around churches and church people and everything in and around churches that you can imagine. This irratated the hell out of me though and I don't know what it was with the men of my dad's church, but everyone was Brother So and So.
Brother Frank.....Brother John, Brother Chris, Brother Enrique, Brother....Brother....Brother............MAKE ME WANNA FUCKING PUKE!!!!
What the fuck ever happened to Gary, Tom, and just plain old - Sam.
Lord help me against the temptation of the flesh from our sisters at the pool......*rolling eyes* seriously - get over it guys - ahem, brothers.
Sometimes it felt like a huge Group Therapy Session where I got to sit there and constantly be reminded how better I was than all of them.
It's hard being so great and wonderful, and I mean that with the Love of Jesus.
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