So I guess I should start with last night. I went to bed last night working on my newest addition to my potato gun armory: it’s a combustible style, 2 inch bore potato gun. Which I have pictured here:

  
I was up till 12:30 am last night building it (I know it’s “wimpy” to most of you crazy shinnnananaginnzzzzz who stay up till 2:00-3:00 AM and make fun of me for my “EARLY BED TIME”) and that’s where the story begins.

So now to move on the next part of the story from today: Most of the time when I go to work I usually meet Billy (the guy I was talking about in my last blog, whom is more or less one of my supervisors and close friends), At his house in Mineral Springs at or around 7:10 AM and I have a 25 min drive to his house and I do like to have a slow start to my day so I usually get up around 5:45 am.

You know how on weekends you wake up and you have that feeling of “hallelujah I don’t have to do any thing or be up at any particular time” then you also have the weekday feeling of  “ok I have to get up for work now really GET OUT OF BED!!!”. Well I woke this morning to my cell phone crooning me back to conciseness, and I can’t say felt happy, I wasn’t notably depressed, I didn’t think of work, nor did I think or feel much of any thing at all. After my cell phone began conducting music I had a feeling and understanding that I hadn’t felt or though for quite some time until this morning, I had what I do believe to be AMNESIA! I had no clue where I was and what I was doing where I was! It was weird! So after I began to try to pull together who I was, and journal out some of the scraps of my past and for what reason was I actually alive conscious for; I got up and began my daily morning dance. And this is how the choreographed “Morning Dance of the Paul” would look on paper:

5:45 AM: brush my teeth do my hair.

5:50 AM: get dressed

5:55 AM: check email and pick up things to take downstairs

6:00 AM: begin lunch packing rituals

6:15 AM: take things out to the var and begin leaving rituals

6:30 AM: Leave to meet Billy at his house in Mineral Springs

6:55 AM: Arrive at Billy’s and begin devos

7:10 AM: Load things in Billy’s Van and leave for work.

(Now stay with me because were coming to the part that I really want to get to here) So I get into Billy’s truck after loading my things and we start talking again about movies or food or guns or movies or explosives or music or politics or movies or something. And we came to a point where again the conversation began to slow down. I sat idly for about 2 minutes and then went into "auto pilot" and I began to subconsciously search for something productive to do with my idle time. So I whipped out something to write on and the sharpie from my pocket, I bit the lid off  my Sharpie and held it in front of my canvas of choice, and started to think of something to began to work out. Because I was still struggling with relapses into amnesia, this thought process took quite some time, and while I was sitting in my chair Billy naturally began to feel a little awkward about seeing me sitting there cap in mouth, pen in hand, ready to write but not moving a muscle. BUT Billy knew something more that I didn’t, and it was beginning to bother him! You see the "canvas" that I had chose for my work was not an ordinary pad of paper or napkin or zip lock bag or anything else you would normally choose to write on with a permanent marker, no that wouldn’t bother Billy like this did. You see instead of pulling out something like that I had chose instead to write IN SHARPIE on the screen of my PDA (for those of you don’t know what a PDA is it is a miniature lap top that looks like this: (CLICK HERE TO VIEW PIC), and also costs a couple hundred dollars) so Billy decide to speak up before he was too late and I began to plan the rest of my day out, in sharpie, on the screen of a miniature laptop. Meanwhile, thinking that in fact I had pulled a stylus (what you would normally use to navigate a touchscreen device) out of my pocket and not a permanent marker, I was trying to solve the problems that my time card was facing in Microsoft Excel.  So Billy chimed in ever so quickly, “Um, Paul???? Where you intending on writing on your screen with that marker????” After Billy finished saying this my first though was (still thinking I had a stylus and not a marker in my hand) “how absurd, that’s just silly! why would I write on my PDA?!?!?!” but to my horror and great surprise, as I look down in my lap at my two hands, it dawned on me that that was exactly the thing that I was preparing to do! Thankfully I had not yet brought the tip of my quill onto my costly canvas of choice at this juncture though. Soon after I realized my predicament  I of course let out a embarrassed but amused-at-myself laugh that I’m sure you could imagine would also inspire Billy (and many others if present) to an almost more enthusiastic accompaniment of laugheter himself!

my goodness I am sleepy!!!

For anybody who ma not know I Paul have been a part of one of the greatest six weeks this summer has ever seen and by me saying that I'm sure you are thinking of the first ever KFN (Kids For the Nations) summer camp. It has been life changing, dynamic, powerful, multi-cultural and among a hoard of other great things it has been thoroughly kissed by God and rightly so because PEOPLE LET ME TELL YOU THAT "Whoever welcomes this little child in my name (JESUS) welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. For he who is least among you all—he is the greatest." Luke 31:48 that means that when we welcome the children to KFN god is in that place!!!! and he has been I think there should be more KFN’s allover the world!!!! Though I may be feeling INCREDIBLY spiritually and emotionally (minus the fact that I don't have a wife or a distance) I am exceedingly physically tired. So on Sunday me and my friend, KFN comrade, and roommate (one person) went out for some man time known now as a:

"EPIC MAN DAY"
Me and Shawn (not Sean) Bates were ever so kindly driven to the trail off of 1382 about a mile past Wal-Mart in cedar hill where we hiked took pics and made epic films with my sister’s camera. It was thoroughly enjoyable