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I’ve been thinking about names this past week. I have many names in the form of nicknames. The name I prefer is Nathaniel. I don’t mind it when people call me Nathan even. I even can stand people calling me Nate. I have developed more nicknames during my short time at work than most people pick up during their entire career.
I’m called Patrick (The character off Sponge Bob.) by the people working the engine table. I got this nickname because I’m always happy at work. (I don’t think this is true as much now that I’m always tired)
I’m called Moses (The leader in the Bible) by the people who met me at the warehouse. I got this nickname from being very religious and answering lots of Biblical questions and questions about my personal faith.
One of the guys in the quality room (White House) has called my Frankie and Pedro. I don’t know why.
The same guy called me Little Beaver. I got this nickname because I was doing Beaver’s job.
The team leader for zone 4 on line 3 calls me Mighty Mouse. He calls me that because I can do many of the jobs on the line and I am sometimes needed at many key positions on the line at the same time.

At one of my other jobs I worked. I was called Antonio by one of the guys who worked there because he just didn’t know my name.

Dear Readers,

The biggest change I made this last week, was I decided to adopt Thor from Aunt Mary and Uncle Steve. They were moving into a smaller apartment and need people to take their big dogs and the cats. I couldn’t take the cats as I’m quite allergic to them and generally just dislike them. I also couldn’t take their smaller big dog because she has a really long coat. I volunteered to take Thor their biggest dog and one of the biggest dogs I’ve ever been near. I’m enjoying having a second dog and I think Molly is too. Molly plays with him, which might be the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, since she only comes to his knees.

I’ve been sitting watching my dogs play. I was thinking it must be nice to not have a care in the world. My dogs get up everyday and I left them out. I make sure they’re clean and fed at all times. I play with them and exercise them. I then realized that maybe I worry too much about what I need. I wonder if why I shouldn’t just let God take care of me. I know he loves me more than I love my dogs. He also has many more resources than I have to give my dogs. I guess, maybe I’ll put more in his hands and see if it doesn’t lead to less stress in my life.

Pictures of both dogs after the break.

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