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-Talk about put off, I thought I posted this. Apparently I forgot it existed as a draft, enjoy!-

On March 31st, 2010,  my lovely lady Faren and I took a vacation from Phoenix for two weeks. It was awesome to get away from the concrete jungle we’ve grown to know here, to greener surroundings in Florida. My Dad, Nana, and Brother all live at a place in Cape Coral, an Island town on the West coast of FL, across from Ft. Myers. We stayed here primarily during the trip.

Burying Faren in the sand

After catching up on lost sleep due to a uncomfortable plane ride (I don’t think comfortable ones exist) we settled in and introduced my lady to the family. They’d better get used to her The next day we got our shit together and headed off to Ft Myers Beach, where I proceeded to not put on any sunblock and baked my skin pretty well. Hey, I try to make an effort every FL trip to do my lizard impression.  I was shedding my skin for the rest of the trip. The beach was packed full of spring breakers. By the way, I must recommend french fries and seagulls, unless of course you’re afraid of birds. They’ll get gutsy enough to dive bomb you and snatch the fries from your fingers. We also buried Faren and Travis in the sand. Why not?

I also have a my Cousin Damien and Uncle out there so I got to meet my new second cousin Kayla Klebart. My short-lived experience with her was great to say the least. Such a happy child. Damien has been a stay at home dad for her while mommy runs her own business. I got to experience my first LED TV + Blu-ray. I must say, it’s better then in the theatre. Better FPS then real life!

2010 Cape Coral Bike Night

My Dad, excited that I also ride a bike, rented me a Harley for a day and we took it out to the Cape Coral bike night. It rained the next day so time on the bike was limited unfortunately, but it was still a blast to ride around on a brand new Harley with my woman on the back.

Faren got a tattoo while we where out there from a cool guy named Del, we got to know him and his wife Anna in their new age shop of herbs and gems. I was going to get a tattoo as well, but Faren’s was taking some time, and still isn’t complete (a cupcake on her foot with the words “Baby Cakes”). Now we have just another reason to return to the tropics of Florida. Now to just save PTO and money for another trip. I need more blog material amirite? =P

So last Sunday I’m sitting here doing what I always do, working. Woohoo money! I’m sitting in my normal seat, I have my co-worker Steven behind me. It’s about 10:25 am when all of a sudden there’s this loud thud against the window next to us. Startled I turn around and look up at the window.

A bird ends it's life

It seems a bird smashed into the window at quite a high speed. Steven mentioned that before the noise, he thought he saw a bird close to the window next to him from the corner of his eye. Based off that, had there not been a window or it was able to break through, this bird may have very well taken me out. We are on the lip of the windows here on the 3rd floor, birds frequently are sitting on the edge here staring at us as we do our tech support thing. I’m guessing this one wanted to chill,  but didn’t time his landing too well. It’s also possible that it had a heart attack or other devastating thing happen, and it fell out of the sky, angled right to the window. But whatever, we’ll never know. If it could talk, it’s too late now…   I went down to confirm that this indeed killed the bird. And I found this:

So I’m sure we all grew up and sometimes we got socks and underwear for xmas, cuz you needed them right, well maybe not, but fresh socks certainly feel good on the feet. This year I’m kinda hoping I get some new socks. Why? I’ve been given socks almost every year. For a time there I had quite an overabundance. Now, however, it’s different…

The last two places I’ve lived seem to have what I’ve theorized as a static-fueled interdimentional centrifuge, or whatever you call your common household dryer. Interdimentional you ask? I’m sure you’ve all had socks disappear at one point or another. It’s my theory that the dryer, in some scientific formula, triggered by the static electricity of your socks as they dry, causes a rift in our dimension, sucking your socks away never to be heard from again. I’m not a scientist, but it kinda makes sense doesn’t it?

This is totally my firm belief. Crazy? Well call me what you will, the fact remains that I have one pair of each type of sock I’ve owned. ONE Pair each, I had 12 pairs of some at one point. How did all duplicates except one pair disappear? It’s like these sock rifts open when there’s 3 or more of the same type of sock tumbling around in your dryer.

If someone wants to jump in their dryer and test this theory, I’ll totally pay you a quarter for each of my socks you return from the other dimension. If you’re not able to make it back, well that sux, can I have your stuff?