i suck at blogging... and chopping wood

apparently since i did not provide myself with any sort of deadline of when my next post would be, i kinda blew it off. however, this will not happen again. i have made the decision that from this day forward, i will post a blog every thursday, from now until i get some sort of a life.

as i expressed in my last blog, i did not know what kind of blog this would be. i had pretty much decided against the sort of thing where i just tell you about my week, as my life is incredibly monotonous and my readers (all three of you) would probably fall asleep and hit their heads on the keyboard. as much as i wanted this blog to be deeper than a catalog of my comings and goings, my talent of hurting myself has once again surpassed the lameness of my everyday life. let me explain.

two weeks ago, my church youth group had arranged a service project at some lady's house. we were going to be stacking split pieces of wood in a large shed. this took about two hours to complete. as we were waiting for some lunch, my leader, mike said something along the lines of, "let's have a manly contest!". he then proceeded to take an ax and chop a section of log into four pieces and challenged us to do it faster. as i took my turn, i noticed that the ax was very sharp and slightly shorter than the one i use at home, nonetheless i began chopping as hard and as fast as i could. at the end of one of my swings, the ax went right through the edge of the log and into my ankle. this made a large cut through my pants, shoe, shoelaces, sock, and skin about an inch long and deep enough to see my tendon.

my first thought was, "holy crap, that's gross" and i tried my best to not pass out. mike's dad then put toilet paper on it and tied a dirty towel tightly around my ankle to keep me from bleeding all over the place. i got into the back seat of mike's truck and we set off for the emergency room.

i did the logical thing and decided to call my mom and tell her what happened, but not only was she not home, she did not even have her cell phone. seriously? i could have hacked off my own foot, and my mom has no phone. i called my dad next, and my parents left the garage sale they were at to come to the hospital.

i could go on for a whole lot more, but i won't. to sum everything up, i got a few stitches, dad bought a lawn mower, everything turned out ok, the end.