Things I've noticed.

The best feeling I can ever recall
is the just-right form of a well-worn mitt on my hand.
Creamy brown leather wraps my hand like a loving mother as I cross the street.
I always knew my glove wasn't the most expensive
nor the biggest
nor the newest.
And I used to always see that.
But one day I just knew,
"This is mine, and nothing else could be better"
Because with a friend like that,
Who needs anything else?

Well, recently I've begun to feel that way about other things.
Friends.
Family.
Almost family.
They all have their faults, I know.
They are close-minded,
impatient,
conservative,
overbearing.
But you know what?
Only I know these things.
And I finally get why that's a good thing.

I think now is the time to talk.

I am getting married to this girl soon,
And she has been with another.

Not by her choice,
but by that of a man that was bigger than her,
but didn't act that way.
He pushed her down.
He pushed himself in.
And, though he says he regrets it now,
that man committed an act that took away a young woman's rights,
confidence,
and most of all, trust.

She was strong.
I admire her for that.
She pushed up her chin,
and turned up the corners of her mouth
while she could have, should have been turned upside down.

I helped, I think.
Tried not to act as though my insides weren't ripped clean from my body.
Tried not to act as though we lost something only the two of us should have ever shared.
Tried not to show the anger, the rage, the resentment that boiled inside.

But there was only so much I could do.
I wasn't there.
I couldn't stop it.
I couldn't put up a fight.
I couldn't take a swing in the name of the one I love.

But no matter.

We cried.
We cried.
We cried.
We cried.

We talked.
We talked.
We talked.
We talked.

We built.
We built.
We built.
We built.

We built a palace on top of this rubble.
And now we're going to live in it
for the rest of our time on this earth.
So here's to you,
you rat-bastard shell of a man.
I hate hate hate hate hate you,
but you've brought me closer to the only one I want to be near.

And for that, I suppose, I forgive you.

Content.

Well, it has finally settled in.
In 9 short months my life will change.
I'll be in a different house,
and my mate will replace my mates.
I'll be married.
Wow.
The boy who looks like he's 16
and acts like he's 12
will officially be grown up.
Trippy, eh?
Most men worry about hanging on to their manhood.
Losing my boyhood is what worries me.

Right now, your parents miss you.

Mark Fenske wrote that. Van Halen said it. I think we all know it.

This web comic (I didn't think I'd ever find a meaningful one of those, by the way) really made me think about how many people out there really care about what happens to me. And conversely, how many people I should show how much I care, too.

Copy and paste the link below to check out "Animal Crossing".

http://cache.kotaku.com/assets/resources/2007/11/animalcrossing_mirror.jpg

It's never too late to give a little thanks

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.

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.

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.