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some parts of North Africa and the Middle East, the camel remains the
primary means of long-distance transportation. These remarkable animals
are intelligent and strong, and they possess incredible endurance. They
can also be quite fast: some camels can briefly attain speeds up to 40
miles per hour (64 km/h). While their speed makes them ideal for
racing—camel races are very popular in many parts of the world—it can
provide a camel rider with a harrowing, potentially deadly experience
if a camel is spooked or otherwise begins to run out of control.
Steps
- Stay calm. The camel will eventually stop. In fact, a runaway
camel will usually regain its composure and slow down pretty quickly.
Until it does, you need to keep your wits about you.
- Hang on to the reins. Because camels are cud-chewing animals
(they are constantly chewing), their reins are usually attached to a
peg inserted into the nose, as opposed to being attached to a bit in
the mouth, as is the case with horses. Thus, unlike with a horse, you
can’t try to steer an out-of-control camel by pulling hard on the
reins. A hard pull will break the reins or, worse, tear the peg out of
the camel’s nose, which will cause it to panic even more. While you
don’t want to pull on the reins too much, you do want to make sure to
keep hold of them so you can steer the camel once it slows down.
 A seated camel. Note the head halter.
- Consider a quick dismount. If the camel is just starting to
pick up speed and won’t respond to commands to stop, consider sliding
off. This is especially useful if you have lost the reins. Kick out of
the stirrups and attempt to hit the ground running, bending your knees
slightly as you land. Note that this should not be attempted at high
speeds unless there is impending danger ahead (a cliff, for example).
Once you’re on the ground, try to grab the reins. The camel will most
likely come to a stop once you have the reins in your hands again.
- Hang on. The camel will eventually stop. Your goal is to hold
on until it does. Press yourself to the camel to lower your center of
gravity, grip the camel between your legs, and hold the horn of the
saddle. If you aren’t using a saddle, just hold on as well as you can,
and try to lean back a little so that you avoid riding near the tip of
the hump, which will be a very bumpy ride at high speeds.
- Get off the camel once you have it under control. Once the
wild ride is over, have the camel sit. Dismount and continue to hold
the reins.
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| ahh yes. the first post-marriage post. first off, married life is uncomprehendably splendid. the wedding went quite well, considering that joey knocked over some of the flowers (but really, what can you expect? typical joseph earl). the honeymoon also was incredible. st. thomas is a place of stunning beauty. we went to the number 2 ranked beach in the world (trunk bay in st. john), had our own private beach at the hotel, and even managed to go to a beach known as "magen's bay". yes, my wife's name is megan, so of course we checked out that place. of course, we missed one of our flights, the one going from miami to san juan. i know what you're thinking. know, we did not miss the flight due to marital bliss-fueled airport sex. that's gross. we missed it because we were watching LOST on our laptop. i thought the flight was at 2:50, but it was really at 2:15. we realized this at 2:33, and had to haul some serious butt across the miami airport to catch the next available flight. thankfully, we were able to make our next connecting flight in time. while at trunk bay, we were doing a bit of body surfing on the crazy waves - thanks to the hurricanes that had gone north, providing said waves. megan, having just landed and standing up to regroup, got jacked by a wave. it was amazing. i thought she was dead. once realizing she was fine, i told her "holy crap, you just got 'trunk bayed'." later, while at magen's bay, bodysurfing again took place. well, i stood up - much like the wifester in the previous story - and i got unbelievable trunk bayed. i decided to take a little break, after feeling like my life had come close to an end. all of a sudden i run in and jump onto this massive wave, riding it like a turkey. megan says "i thought you were done", as i yell "I LIED!!!" while making a pretty sweet move. none of this makes sense to you, but it was great. the week away was tremendous, and coming home was quite sad. upon returning to work that monday, i received a promotion - a welcomed surprise. i'm extremely grateful for that place, and for the crazy blessings that ol Jesus has decided to graciously give us in our short marriage. by the way, i'm married. unbelievable.
i cannot explain how intense marriage is. while i don't yet fully feel married, some things change pretty quickly. there is this automatic sense of duty for protection that kicks in. every night i hear noises, and feel i must be alert in case someone breaks in (i don't really think someone will break in, i just feel like i have to be prepared at any time). it's crazy, but exciting. knowing that this is it. forever. the two of us. so great. then i woke up yesterday morning with no underwear on. i know what you're thinking and you're wrong. honestly. i went to bed with underwear on. i woke up at 6:45, rolled over and said "whoa. wait a minute. but. what? i don't have any underwear on! how did this? did you take them off while i was asleep? i went to bed with them on, but they're off. where are they?" meanwhile megan is cracking up, thinking "what have i gotten myself into. this is only week 2." somehow they were on the floor next to the bed. to this day i don't know how they got there, i really don't.
megan and i are going to start leading a housechurch next week with another couple. i think some incredible things are going to take place. i'm not sure how to lead that or what will happen, but i know it will be good. i'm not one to go around saying "God is good" blah blah blah. but He is. i've seen that more in the last month than i may have ever seen before. graciously been given many many things i don't deserve. beautiful thing.
that's all i guess. if you're not married, you should do it. just go find someone on the street and marry them. it will greatly impact your life.
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| why did the crocodile hunter have to die now? why did it have to be from a freaking stingray and not a crocodile? what is with my obsession with justin timberlake? why did i watch the ellen degeneres show this morning, just to see him perform? why is this guy my neighbor (actually, i don't have a problem with it. i think it's pretty incredible)? why can they tell pluto that it's not a planet anymore? is that legal? why not neptune (i've always had a problem with neptune)? so many unanswered questions in life. | | |
| hello there. it's me, kevin. long time no type. lots of things happening. first off, snakes on a plane. really? how on earth can this be a good movie? number one, i hate snakes. number two, we already know the entire movie. snakes on an effing plane. two hours of watching a bunch of serpents slither around on a plane and bite people, while samuel l. jackson goes nuts. something is seriously wrong with this country if that movie can be considered a blockbuster. on a side note, if it were called giraffes on a plane, i would not hesitate to watch it. because really, how can you not be entertained by a bunch of giraffes running around on a plane. exciting.
next item. for those who are not counting down the days (which i'm sure everybody is, so that was an unnecessary statement), i'm getting married in ten days. ten. how amazing is that? ten days. i will be a husband. i am freaking pumped. i just did a cartwheel. naked. minus the naked part. and minus the cartwheel part. but really, i can't wait. this nine months has flown by and taken forever all at the same time. i will say that megan has handled it quite beautifully. as i guy, i think you always fear bridezilla. you try to figure out how to handle it - even though i'm sure it's impossible. but megan has rocked it out (phrase of the moment). i've been more than impressed. if you didn't get an invitation, i'm sorry. more than likely, it's my fault. still come to the wedding. september 9th at southern hills baptist church in tulsa at two o'clock. invitation or not, you are invited.
last few randoms: rhett bomar is an absolute moron and should be kicked in the nunez. yesterday i had my last haircut as a single man - pretty intense moment. my lawnmower is broken - not exciting. i have converted to mac computers. they are incredible. i don't think i will ever buy another pc. justin timberlake really is bringing sexy back. john mark karr, while maybe not a murderer, is the creepiest guy i've ever seen. i would find him guilty just on the factor of him being creepy and not wanting him within four states of any kid. i got the rolly on my arm and i'm pourin sean john and i roll the best weed cause i got it goin on.
wednesday it is.
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| obsession. can be a tricky thing. my two most recent obsessions: lost (the tv show, not actually getting lost. that would be stupid) and soccer. i never watched lost before. i heard people talk about it, but i just never watched it. typically on wednesdays i watch criminal minds. megan informed me a few days ago that lost will now takeover on wednesdays. seeing that summer tv sucks it up the snothole, we decided to start renting lost and watch everything to catch up....at least for the first season since season two hasn't come out yet. we rented the first one last friday and have watched it every day since. we can't stop. it's so amazing. why wasn't someone yelling at me for the past two years to watch this?! i thought you were my friends!! liars. i like it. i have discs 5-7 right now and megan is hanging out with friends....it's unnaturally hard for me not to watch them. but i'm nice.
soccer. are you kidding me? one of my best friends played soccer in high school and college. i've had numerous friends that have played soccer most of their lives. i have been to a total of 2 games, and that was only to watch my friend hurt people. two weekends ago, when the world cup started, i sat down and started watching whatever game was on (england i think). i didn't really know what was going on, but i was mesmerized. megan asked me, "when in the world did you start liking soccer?" "about 10 minutes ago i guess." it's amazing. i haven't been able to watch games during the week, but during the weekend, i'm soccering it up. i'm not sure how i missed out on this, but i'm a little upset. i think my kid (no, i don't have a kid right now. i'm talking about the future here.) will be a soccer player. think about it. it's the cheapest sport out there (other than maybe basketball and tennis - but most tennis players are snobs...not all, but a lot). plus, if you're kid is a soccer player, then he won't be fat. they run like 476 miles during a game. that's a long ways. people who run that far are not fat. they are in shape and freaking ripped. i'm a little upset that the usa lost today. although really, playing brazil isn't much of a prize for getting out of the first round. i'm rooting for argentina and/or the netherlands.
i don't really have anything else to say, except that if for some reason you ever make the decision to go to wichita, go to the museum of world treasures. it's cheap, and they have coins with pontius pilate's face on them. that means there is somewhat of a chance that Jesus touched those coins. either way, they were around when he was hanging out, which is pretty intense. they also have a mummy from one of king ramses' daughters. and a shrunken head.
rock it out
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