Rob a jewelry store and tell'em make me a grill...

So my internet has been turned off because the school changed providers, so I'm using the wonderful free wi-fi at Coffee Plantation. The countdown for me to move back Cali is less then 2 weeks away, which is exciting and weird. I'm excited to move back home to Cali, but at the same time it's weird to go back on a permanent basis because for the last 3 years I've felt like a tourist in my home state. My new job at APU is both exciting and scary just because it's like starting over again. I know I will be stretched and it will further develop me as a man of God and as a professional, but I guess that's why it scares me. As much as I want to get out of AZ it's become familiar and I know what to expect, but in a couple months I will be in charge of over 140 freshmen guys, what was I thinking? But I know this is where God wants me, and the opportunity to mentor and build into guys is what God has created me to do, so how can that be bad right? I'm also going to purchase a beach cruiser and ride around because for the first time in my life I won't be living in the ghetto :)

Death creeps like the breeze, but have no fear, watch me inhale...

So here are some humorous happenings the last couple weeks (these are not made up):

I was at the store not too long ago, and as I was pushing my poorly aligned cart up an isle there was a cute girl coming towards me. As we made eye contact I gave a friendly smile, and as she smiled back I then realized she was missing her top four teeth. I was quite shocked by this sight and suddenly just looked down at the floor because I didn't know what do. I mean what do you do? And how does she not have her top four teeth??? She didn't look like trailer trash or a hockey player. I know she saw my reaction, well I didn't see her reaction to my reaction but I could just feel the akwardness.

Last week I was at a Student Life conference in Minnesota and I was in the bathroom of the main auditorium, when another man came in. We both gave the acknowledging head nod to each as we passed and I went and washed my hands. As I was doing this he suddenly began to drum the beat to Queen's "We Will Rock You" while he peed. 2 beats on the urinal and 1 on the side of the bathroom stall. He did this a few times, and being a little weirded out I just began singing the song. After a couple choruses he was done, and I realized that I had been washing my hands for quite a while. He turned around and I said "I love Queen" and he replied in a southern accent, "Whenever I get a song in my head I just have to drum it. My kids always tell me I do it wrong." Then I responded with, "Sounded pretty good to me." Word!

Finally, many of you know my history with birds. The infamous m-80 assassination of a seagull in Rocky Pointe still follows me. Well, today I was playing golf with a few buddies, including my accomplice in the seagull killing, and on my very first shot I hit a low line drive with my driver into a group of pigeons nestled on the front fringe of the fairway. As the ball soared towards them it nailed one, but that didn't stop the ball, which luckily for me rolled quite far. The guys were like "Did you just hit a bird? I can't believe that". Sure enough we could see one flopping around, but then suddenly it stopped moving, so I wasn't sure if I had killed it or just knocked it unconscious. As we walked up to the bird it started flopping around with it's head laying on the ground. I thought I had broken it's neck and was going to have to kill it, but thankfully it jumped up and started limping around, and I realized I had just broken it's wing. Then the bird hobbled around like it was drunk, and finally walked over to a tree. So now I've killed a seagull and crippled a pigeon. Hooray...