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Rohirrim

To which race of Middle Earth do you belong?
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Yes! That’s what I was hoping!

Put the puppy treat above his head and click…

I “couldn’t” help it; I wanted the kitten too.

So two things. 1) list four things you are specifically thankful for 2) what traditions does your family do to celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday?

My answers:
1) being introduced to .22 rifles (they’re really fun and have next to no kick), Irish dance class (it’s been great dancing for 2+ years, I have a great teacher, and always had/have great classmates), close relationships, The God of the Bible Who has given me everything to be thankful for
2) my Mom’s family gets together for thanksgiving at somebody’s house, everybody brings something to the table. There used to be an adults table (18 and older) and a kids table, but most everybody is 18+ so we don’t have that anymore. It’s a good time.

On the right side of my blog there’s a section “Most Popular Posts”. What is the popularity based on? How does the machine decide? I’m so confused about it. Anybody know? Can you explain the mystery of it? Or is it a secret thing I should leave alone?(Deut. 29:29)

I hopped onto my motorcycle and headed north. I didn’t know where I was going; I only knew I had to get away from there. There was blood on my shirt and hands, I had no memory, I had just been shot and healed, and I had stabbed two men with things that were in my hands.

What was wrong with me? Why was I like this? What happened to me? Why did I have no memory? Why did I have no ID? Who was the young man in my locket?

That was it. Somehow I knew the man in the picture had to be the answer to my questions. He was the key. He knows me. Or at least, knew me. I had to find him.

I pulled off the road to have a closer look at the picture. Night was falling, and it was hard to read, but there was definitely something on the back of the picture. Maybe it was his name? I didn’t know. Could’ve been something else entirely. Sighing, I put the picture back and got back on the road.

Now what? Somehow, I had to find him. That’s great, I thought. How am I going to find a guy I know nothing about when he could be anywhere in the world? Well, I could go about it intelligently by finding a place to find people, although I wanted to stay away from police and detectives; or I could go to random places. I was drawn northwest; I just felt like I was being pulled from there. So, shrugging, I decided to go to Montana, and if I didn’t find him there, I’d… well I’d think about that when I got there.

Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Montana’s a big state. True, but I was drawn there. I can’t explain it, but I figured it was worth checking out. Maybe he was there.

After a couple more hours of driving, I pulled off the empty road next to a stream in nearby woods, did what I could to wash my hands and shirt, and spent the night there.

I woke up to Jorge’s question. “He your boyfriend?” kept running in my head. “I wish I knew the answer to that,” I said aloud. I smiled, “When I find him,” but didn’t finish the thought because a new one had occurred to me. What if I left because he knew about my claws? It was an unsettling idea. But I don’t have anything else to go on, I thought. I still have to find him.

I stopped at a food and gas station to fill up my tank and grab a bite to eat. It wasn’t until I smelled the food that I realized how hungry I was. I suppose that’s what distracted me from the goon who was watching me as I paid for my order. I got my breakfast, sat down in a booth, took another look at the locket, and remembered the paper in my wallet. I had looked at it before but only briefly. I pulled it out of my wallet and woke up slumped onto the table with a small gathering of people looking at me. When I inquired what happened, someone told me a man hit me on the back of my head, grabbed my wallet, and ran out the door. I hadn’t been unconscious long.

“Don’t worry, my sister called 911 and the police are on their way here.”

“What?”

They thought I didn’t understand, but I did. I had to get out of there. I stood up and ran out of the building. Seems like I’ve been doing that a lot lately, I thought to myself. Fortunately I had filled up my bike before I came in to eat. Unfortunately, in my haste to leave I didn’t think to grab my food.

Without much direction in mind, I headed out of there as quickly as I could. If the police find out about me, I thought, that’s it. They’ll put me into some crazy research program, and for the rest of my life they’ll poke me and prod me and I’ll never get out.

All day I kept driving. I stopped maybe once for a fifteen-minute nap. Finally I was in Montana. It was near sundown, and I could see it was a nice area I was in. It was quiet, there were trees, and a fence with a gate on one side of the road; somebody lived there.

Well, I was mighty hungry and had food on my mind. I also thought I’d ask if they’d hire me for a day or two, doing what I wasn’t sure, but I needed money. It was worth a shot. I pulled up to the gate, and saw a man leaning against the fence looking into the distance. He heard me and looked at me warmly. It set me at ease; my troubles just melted away.

He spoke first. “Well, hello, WC. Didn’t think you’d come back.”

Men learn a lot by doin’, and they learn by listenin’ to what others say, but when a man is workin’ on a farm or walkin’ in the woods or ridin’ across country, he can do a lot of thinking. Many a man who reads a lot just repeats what he’s read, and not what he thinks.”

(quote taken from, you guessed it, Ride the River by Louis L’Amour)

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Dedicated to those of my friends who struggled with standarized tests, and especially dedicated to A.B.