After a four-day trip to the motherland (also known as Columbus, Ohio), I've decided that I have a lot of things to be thankful for. Here are a few of them.
I'm thankful for old ladies who love to give me hugs.
I'm thankful for uncles who love to give me shit.
I'm thankful for little cousins who idolize me.
I'm thankful for all the relatives who don't care when you drink more than your share,
And who don't care when you see them after they have.
I'm thankful for two-turkey dinners for a house full of family.
I'm thankful for White Castle dinners for just me and my girl.
I'm thankful for Missouri football,
And fantasy football
But most of all backyard two-hand touch football.
I'm thankful for all the experiences I have every time I visit the motherland
And all those that go through them with me.
November 27, 2007
November 19, 2007
What a weekend.
Well, folks, last weekend was, without question, the best I've ever experienced.
Friday = iPhone
Saturday = Engaged
Sunday = Dinner @ Avenues w/the family
Yep, I'm doing just fine these days.
Friday = iPhone
Saturday = Engaged
Sunday = Dinner @ Avenues w/the family
Yep, I'm doing just fine these days.
November 16, 2007
A little much? Nah, I didn't think so either.
Well folks, the new shirts for the famous MU-KU Border War game are out, and boy are they classy.
Mizzou's, which is pictured above, sports a famous painting depicting Quantrill's raid, which, for those of you who don't know, was a systematic pillage burn and murder festival that a few Missouri "Bushwhackers" threw in the lovely (sort of) town of Lawrence, KS (otherwise known as the biggest of the seven gates to hell). On the back there is a total hard-ass quote by the man himself which reads "Raise the black flag and ride hard, boys. Our cause is just, and our enemies many."
Fucking Rock.
KU's shirt, in response to the just outside of loony one above, shows John Brown, who orchestrated the raid on Harper's Ferry. It has some stupid saying that I won't post because, as a rule, I try not to look at anything supporting Satanic organizations.
Mizzou's, which is pictured above, sports a famous painting depicting Quantrill's raid, which, for those of you who don't know, was a systematic pillage burn and murder festival that a few Missouri "Bushwhackers" threw in the lovely (sort of) town of Lawrence, KS (otherwise known as the biggest of the seven gates to hell). On the back there is a total hard-ass quote by the man himself which reads "Raise the black flag and ride hard, boys. Our cause is just, and our enemies many."
Fucking Rock.
KU's shirt, in response to the just outside of loony one above, shows John Brown, who orchestrated the raid on Harper's Ferry. It has some stupid saying that I won't post because, as a rule, I try not to look at anything supporting Satanic organizations.
November 1, 2007
It's nice to know they're out there, watching from afar.
Enjoy "a soldier's new year's eve."
A dark heavy night a young girl stranded far from home.
Cold we and shivering from the fear of being alone.
She continues on aimlessly and finally sees a light.
Pinsized like a candle, far away on this rainy night.
A slight glimpse of hope fills her as she strays.
Walking quickly towards this light, with its dim shallow rays.
Suddenly a silhouette of an old wooden shack,
Outlines in the night sky a cabin much more black.
Still shivering and cold on this rainy New Years Day,
The young girl knocks on the door, praying for a bed to lay.
She awaits by the door in silence, hearing nothing from within.
All at once the door swings open, revealing a man pale and thin.
She stutters out some words asking for a place to rest.
The man says not one word, just pulls some blankets from a chest.
He points to a dark corner where sit a cot of brown.
The young girl grabs the blankets laying her weary body down.
Before she falls asleep she glances around the room.
Lit by merely one candle with its dim eerie gloom.
She watches as this young man lays back down to rest.
Shivering with one blanket on the floor by the chest.
Before she falls asleep, she looks at the man to say:
"Why are you alone on this rainy New Years Day?
Where is your family? Where are your friends?
Loved ones should be together when the year comes to end.
Yet you lay here by yourself with one blanket on the floor.
One candle in the window, in one room, with one door.
No TV, no phone, no pictures on the wall.
Merely a rifle in the corner, cold black steel standing tall."
"Young girl," said the man, "I need but few things.
FOod and water to survive, why live like kings?
The lord is my company and care for me does He.
As He does for you by bringing you to me.
I'm a soldier, a killer some people may say
But I would give up my life for your freedom each day.
Live simply I do, for simple it must be
For extravagance and show boating does not make you free."
He rolled over and slept, shivering on the floor.
The young girl,confused, wanted to talk to him more.
But she soon fell asleep not awaking till dawn.
Looking around the room she saw the young man was gone.
A beautiful day covered the ground outside.
The girls stepped back into the cabin, of the man was no sign.
Then she noticed something strange, near where she slept.
A small peice of wood and into it was etched.
"I enjoyed your company the Lord graciously giveth.
I ask but one thing of you relating not to a gift.
The next time you talk about or think about being free
Remember the thousands of men preserving it like me."
A dark heavy night a young girl stranded far from home.
Cold we and shivering from the fear of being alone.
She continues on aimlessly and finally sees a light.
Pinsized like a candle, far away on this rainy night.
A slight glimpse of hope fills her as she strays.
Walking quickly towards this light, with its dim shallow rays.
Suddenly a silhouette of an old wooden shack,
Outlines in the night sky a cabin much more black.
Still shivering and cold on this rainy New Years Day,
The young girl knocks on the door, praying for a bed to lay.
She awaits by the door in silence, hearing nothing from within.
All at once the door swings open, revealing a man pale and thin.
She stutters out some words asking for a place to rest.
The man says not one word, just pulls some blankets from a chest.
He points to a dark corner where sit a cot of brown.
The young girl grabs the blankets laying her weary body down.
Before she falls asleep she glances around the room.
Lit by merely one candle with its dim eerie gloom.
She watches as this young man lays back down to rest.
Shivering with one blanket on the floor by the chest.
Before she falls asleep, she looks at the man to say:
"Why are you alone on this rainy New Years Day?
Where is your family? Where are your friends?
Loved ones should be together when the year comes to end.
Yet you lay here by yourself with one blanket on the floor.
One candle in the window, in one room, with one door.
No TV, no phone, no pictures on the wall.
Merely a rifle in the corner, cold black steel standing tall."
"Young girl," said the man, "I need but few things.
FOod and water to survive, why live like kings?
The lord is my company and care for me does He.
As He does for you by bringing you to me.
I'm a soldier, a killer some people may say
But I would give up my life for your freedom each day.
Live simply I do, for simple it must be
For extravagance and show boating does not make you free."
He rolled over and slept, shivering on the floor.
The young girl,confused, wanted to talk to him more.
But she soon fell asleep not awaking till dawn.
Looking around the room she saw the young man was gone.
A beautiful day covered the ground outside.
The girls stepped back into the cabin, of the man was no sign.
Then she noticed something strange, near where she slept.
A small peice of wood and into it was etched.
"I enjoyed your company the Lord graciously giveth.
I ask but one thing of you relating not to a gift.
The next time you talk about or think about being free
Remember the thousands of men preserving it like me."
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