I just put a debt mark on my head, and my co-workers at the Bounty Hunters.

       In a some what fool hearty move, I've posted the link to this blog.  I am soon to be inundated with comments of poor grammar, poor spelling, and that thing you do when your keep tying bear instead of bare, which was just pointed out to me.  I know I'm going to regret doing this, especially since these guys currently are in need of entertainment.  I just provided  loads of it.  I'll probably have to update this more often than I do.  As of lately it has only been an update when I felt inspired to write something.   Now I'm sure I'll get semi regular visits to check on my updates, and what grammar and spelling errors I can make.  I've already developed a reputation for telling long boring pointless stories in our /b/ chat at work.  They kicked around the option to make a blog of these.  The idea was quickly canned with the knowledge that I would enjoy that kind of blog.  Thus riding them of the enjoyment of  torturing me with it.  I soon informed them that I already had a blog full of "Ian" stories.  I've made my bed now I have to sleep in it.

Speaking of which, in an attempt to get out off the house this weekend to find an air conditioned building to be in for a while I went to Handcock Fabrics with Wendy.  Suddenly I'm now the owner of a Star Wars, fleece throw.  I made it myself not sewing required, just sniping the dotted lines for fringe and tying them together for effect.  Ages 5 and up. Very comfy I recommend it when you'r AC is working or it is cool outside.

   Since I had previously forgot to inform my readers that the AC in the house broke over the weekend,  I now have.  It was awful,  I didn't get any sleep over the weekend, until the unit was fixed late in the afternoon on Sunday.   During that time, the stress level of my dear sweet Wendy was sky rocketing due to the heat.  I took everything she said in stride.  Naturally my ability to appear completely unconcerned about things caused her to become angry at me.  I knew in my head I had things under control, which is why things didn't bother me.  Of course the heat was uncomfortable,  I just prefer to remain in a state of "zen-like" calm.  It helps me deal with these situations.  Just like in moments of high distress I am always looking for a joke to make.  I am glad yet also frustrated that I don't deal with stress the same as what a "normal" person does.  I just need to come out of my own little world and tell Wendy, "Chewy and I got this, you two say here." I don't know who Chewy is yet in that but meh.   Just read and smile, that's all you're here for anyway.  You like me because I'm a scoundrel. 

Ian Serna