October 25, 2006

• Howdy folks, so here is the skinny on my life, my sister finally gave birth. Yep, she went in for a c-section today. Her Due date was yesterday, and they found Jr. turned around trying to go out butt first today. So they just cut him out.

  His name is Casey James Marion Fox, that makes him Casey version 3.0. Dad's nick-name was Casey. Its a story I can tell later.
  He popped out at 19 inches long, 7lbs 2oz, at 19:02 central time. Very cool addition to my family. I am now again Uncle Casey to another wonderful creature.

  Now to the superhero story, which is why I was going to sign on today and post anyway, but CJ popped out and that takes precedence.

  I have many hero's in my life, one is my sister, anyone who can carry around the growing child for nine months is a hero.
  One is my Uncle Marion who just kicked off, I am more like him then I like to admit.
  My Mom who just got her leg cut off, and taught me unwavering faith that God will take care of us no matter what.
  My mentor Norm Barden, who kicked off awhile ago, who taught me how to not be a Christian, but a representative of Christ.
  John Wayne for teaching me how to be a man.
  George Bush, Ronald Regan, Dr. Cox(Scrubs), Jack O'Neil(Stargate SG-1), Mr Oyler, and David Hasz for teaching leadership.
  Samwise Gangee for sticking closer then a brother, even when Fido(yes I know its Frodo) didn't deserve it.
  Superman for teaching truth, justice and the american way is not just a slogan.
  Alan Cleaver, not only because he is a good friend, but also because he can operate those crane machines with wonderful precision. You know those games in truckstops and malls with the big glass box stuffed full of cool gadgets and toys, and for 50 cents a pop you can attempt to get those toys and/of gadgets. He is a master at it.

  I am not, I suck at it, and really admire the talents of Alan Cleaver, you could even use the term "Jealous" and be accurate. I on one of my latest trips came upon one of this crane games, it was full of nylon stuffed Homer's. Yes stuffed "animals" in the shape and resemblance of Homer Simpson. I knew right off I had to have one of them. There was this great one of Homer as Radiation Man. I wanted him and I was bound to channel Alan's mad skills and get him. How much cooler of a representation of a superhero can you have ridding around in your truck.

  So I put in fifty cents and as usually, perfect aim, but no luck on the crane machine. The claws just don't get tight enough, and I walked out of the store. But when I got back to my truck I knew I had to do this, how else could I prove myself a man. I have to get Homer or admit defeat in life.

  So I go back into the store, pull out a dollar bill, place it in the machine and take my next two trys, the first moves Homer, still not picking him up but putting him into a more favorable position to be grabbed. The second try, screws that up and knocks him back down. I little kid walks up and is now staring at me. All the little hope and faith in his eyes that I can get him. I must not let down the little Mexican kid, I have to get this Homer. I put in another dollar while knowing the whole time I am just wasting it.

  The third first try, I move Homer back into the favorable position, the second second try, or fifth try if you are counting sequetually, I drop the jaws of the crane, they slip around Homer and lift . . . I have done it. Homer is fully in the air, I hold my breath, knowing he will just fall on the way to the drop slot, I know it . . . what, he is going to make it . . . no, why, how, the luck of the almighty Cleaver is with me today. Radioactive Man Homer falls into the drop slot. Thinking that I should not have wasted my only good luck in months on Homer, but rather a Mega-Millions Lotto ticket, I pull Homer from the crane machine.

  The little Mexican kids looks up to his new found hero with hope and wonderment in his eyes, with a twinkle in my eye, and an evil laugh I walk out of the store, while the Mexican kid crys. (Not really, but he was headed to Daddy, I know to make Daddy feel like a man and win him a Homer.)

  I put Homer on my dash and drive down the road feeling really cool, like I am a real man, having defeated my enemy.

  I decide to call Alan and tell him of my victory, and the honor he holds in my life. He does not answer, I am excited, I have never won anything from one of those vile machines, I have to call and brag to somebody. A pretty girl, what a great option, maybe she will fall for my mad skills and marry me for my newfound abilities. Wishful thinking I know, but even if it does not go that far, I can still tell her of my victory and feel good about myself.

  BeRekah Morris is the first to answer the phone, and in my excitement I splurt out "I got to tell you something!!!", but as I finish that line and hear her say with mild excitement "What?" I realize I had not fully verbalized my statement correctly. I had dropped the "tell" which made the "got to" and "you" slur together and sound a lot like "got you", so it sounded on her end like "I got you something!!!" with a whole ton of excitement behind it, thus her mild excitement in her answer.

  I was crushed, I wanted Homer of myself, but I had just given it away. I can ignore a little mexican boy crying his heart out, but a pretty girl, what is a guy to do.

  So upon my arrival home I wrote a cute note and left Radioactive Man Homer in her car for her to find the next morning, sad, but satisfied that God had taken this as a learning lesson on "Pride comes before the Fall"

  I did after that get a call back from Alan and told him about "Accidently giving away a superhero." and how I had channeled his skills in the process of acquiring said superhero.

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