I wrote this poem a month or so ago while I was thinking about some friends who were having some problems at the time. It just crossed my mind that you guys might actually enjoy reading it. I don't think that I am a good poet by any means, but I figured I would try one.
This is what came out,
It Saddens Me
I'm sad to see the world in pain
It's amazing anyone stays sane
Friends cry out left and right
They are being cast into the night
Their souls scream for something to grab
A piece of the life they once had
But all they grasp is air
And nothing they recieve is fair
Oh how the days drag
When you want something you once had
You don't understand where it went
All you know is that you're spent
You've ran the race long and hard
But the end still seems so far
So as I sit and try to see
The silver lining in this tragedy
I wish to encourage all both young and old
You're never alone no matter what you've been told.
Hey Guys...
its me again! I know it has been a long time since I wrote anything and I apologize for that. The thing is that life has been extremely busy lately.
As you may or may not know I had to have surgery on my knee, and its doing fine. I just got my custom brace for it today (which is about a month late, but thats not really my fault).
Aside from that I don't really have anything to talk about. I would tell of my great adventures in football and the beginning of basketball, but unfortunately due to my knee I could not play either. So I am just your normal student/fan this year.
Once again sorry, I have nothing to talk about, but if ya'll have anything you might want my opinion on leave me a comment and I may write a blog about it....if I can find time and think that hard at the time.
Thanks, Happy Thanksgiving, and Merry Christmas,
The (Injured) Fullback
As you may or may not know I had to have surgery on my knee, and its doing fine. I just got my custom brace for it today (which is about a month late, but thats not really my fault).
Aside from that I don't really have anything to talk about. I would tell of my great adventures in football and the beginning of basketball, but unfortunately due to my knee I could not play either. So I am just your normal student/fan this year.
Once again sorry, I have nothing to talk about, but if ya'll have anything you might want my opinion on leave me a comment and I may write a blog about it....if I can find time and think that hard at the time.
Thanks, Happy Thanksgiving, and Merry Christmas,
The (Injured) Fullback
Dear FootballFullback...
...I have a feeling that a few folks might be missing your postings.
Thought I'd let you know that your Bible teacher at school (who also happens to be my pastor) expresses wonderful things about you. Not only have you impressed him as a Godly young man full of character, but now your football team has impressed him by starting up your own Wednesday lunchtime Bible study on your own. He's waiting to see how else y'all are going to blow him away. A look at the news and around at the public schools and it goes without saying that these are not really things one expects to see and hear out of sixteen-year-old boys in this day and age.
I hear good things, dear son.
We continue to pray for you as your knee heals enough to undergo ACL repair/grafting. First game of the season taking you out for the whole year sure can knock a hole in things - but one thing we have to expect in life is the unexpected. Sure do miss watching you work your magic on the field, but obviously God has other plans for you this year. Listen and learn, always. As I know you will.
Love you and evermore proud of you, darlin'. You are a blessing in my life in so many, many ways.
Mama
Thought I'd let you know that your Bible teacher at school (who also happens to be my pastor) expresses wonderful things about you. Not only have you impressed him as a Godly young man full of character, but now your football team has impressed him by starting up your own Wednesday lunchtime Bible study on your own. He's waiting to see how else y'all are going to blow him away. A look at the news and around at the public schools and it goes without saying that these are not really things one expects to see and hear out of sixteen-year-old boys in this day and age.
I hear good things, dear son.
We continue to pray for you as your knee heals enough to undergo ACL repair/grafting. First game of the season taking you out for the whole year sure can knock a hole in things - but one thing we have to expect in life is the unexpected. Sure do miss watching you work your magic on the field, but obviously God has other plans for you this year. Listen and learn, always. As I know you will.
Love you and evermore proud of you, darlin'. You are a blessing in my life in so many, many ways.
Mama
Traveling Mercies
Football Fullback and his sister are boarding a plane to California to visit stepfamily and won't be back until the end of the month. Wish them a safe (and pleasant!) trip - I'm sure gonna miss them.
~The Mom
~The Mom
Have you ever...?
Have you ever watched the trees as the wind swayed them? As if they were dancing to the sound of unheard music. Or have your eyes ever beheld the majesty that is the stars? Have you ever watched lightning as it strikes in the clouds and sends a glorious flash across the earth? As if God was taking a picture of His creation. Or have you ever observed lightning as it struck the earth in all its deadly beauty and wondered how something so beautiful could be so deadly? Have you ever appreciated the deep green of the grass in the summer or the crimson red of the leaves in the fall? Have you ever stood in awe at the sight of snow-capped mountain? And has the beauty of its snowy cap ever taken your breath away?
Have you ever enjoyed the warmth of the sun or the coolness of the wind? Have you ever lain under the shade of a tree on a beautiful summer day and just enjoyed natures beauty? Have you ever heard the mournful howl of a dog at night or the cheerful chirp of the crickets? Have you ever seen the deep blue oceans and felt the refreshing coolness of their waters?
Have you ever been in the big city and survived man's jungle? Have you ever been in nature and survived God's jungle?
Surely you have done most or all of these things but have you really ever DONE these things? When you see a tree swaying in the wind do you think about it's beauty? Or when you see a mountains snow-capped peak are you amazed? Or are you 'too busy' to notice?
Life is short,, my friends. Enjoy the world and its beauty. You only live once, so slow down. Live, laugh, love, and enjoy.You will find that there is more beauty in this world than meets the eye.
Have you ever enjoyed the warmth of the sun or the coolness of the wind? Have you ever lain under the shade of a tree on a beautiful summer day and just enjoyed natures beauty? Have you ever heard the mournful howl of a dog at night or the cheerful chirp of the crickets? Have you ever seen the deep blue oceans and felt the refreshing coolness of their waters?
Have you ever been in the big city and survived man's jungle? Have you ever been in nature and survived God's jungle?
Surely you have done most or all of these things but have you really ever DONE these things? When you see a tree swaying in the wind do you think about it's beauty? Or when you see a mountains snow-capped peak are you amazed? Or are you 'too busy' to notice?
Life is short,, my friends. Enjoy the world and its beauty. You only live once, so slow down. Live, laugh, love, and enjoy.You will find that there is more beauty in this world than meets the eye.
Part 4
Here are parts 1, 2, and 3 of an ongoing work of fiction from Football Fullback's brain, just to catch you up because I know it's been awhile. (edit: the links are contained within the numbers, I'm afraid this particular template doesn't make that obvious) Continuing on from there:
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Intrigued and glad for the business, Sam rose to greet the man. “Name’s Max Thomas, sir.” Sam shook his hand, introduced himself, and then offered the man a seat.
Max took his seat and remained silent for a moment as if contemplating whether to say what he knew must be said. Sam wished he knew what was going through the mind of this obviously troubled man. The look in his eyes had softened from that of fear to one of confusion before turning downward and scanning as if to postpone the inevitable. The eyes locked on the coffee stain.
Embarrassed by the blatant oversight, Sam made a mental note to move “rearrange the furniture” a little closer to the top of his To Do list.
The man looked up, sighed heavily, and spoke in a hushed tone.
“It actually all started ‘round this time last year”.
Sam leaned forward to listen.
“I had been off on a business trip and was on my way home,” Max continued. “I was about halfway home from the airport when I realized that the same car had been behind me since I left the airport. Now it’s a 3-hour drive one-way so he’d been back there for a good piece of time. It had dropped a few car lengths behind me for awhile, but then he was back. At first I dismissed it as just another commuter who was going the same place I was. But as I approached my home, he was still there. And as I pulled into my driveway, he pulled to a stop in the middle of the road and stared at my house. Well now, by this time I was really curious, so I walked toward him but he drove away.”
Sam wrinkled his brow. “Are you aware of any reason why you may be followed?”
“No, sir. Not that I know of, anyhow.”
“How many were in the car?”
“As far as I can tell just one, but I didn’t get that good of a look.”
“Can you describe this one?”
“Yessir. He had short black hair, sunglasses, and you know? He had these really huge ears.” Max laughed. “I mean, he had some really HUGE ears! I woulda died laughin’ if I hadn’t of been worried about him followin’ me home! But them ears….”
“I’m sorry sir,” Sam interrupted with a grin, the ice broken. “I don’t doubt his ears were indeed enormous, but …if you don’t mind, continue your story.”
Max blushed. “Oh, yes, of course, sir!” He cleared his throat before continuing.
“Anyway. Life goes on, you know. And I forgot about the whole thing. But then I was coming home yesterday and the same car was outside my house again. And the same driver. I reckon he knows my car, ‘cause when I turned onto my street, he took off like a bat outta hell.”
Sam nodded, taking notes.
“So anyway, I had to go in and check on my girl. I got a 14 year old at the house, her mama’s away on a business trip herself. Very busy woman, my wife. Never home, it seems. So my girl was home alone. Had to check on my girl…” His voice trailed off.
Sam sat quietly as he watched a tear slowly roll down the man’s cheek and land on the floor.
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Intrigued and glad for the business, Sam rose to greet the man. “Name’s Max Thomas, sir.” Sam shook his hand, introduced himself, and then offered the man a seat.
Max took his seat and remained silent for a moment as if contemplating whether to say what he knew must be said. Sam wished he knew what was going through the mind of this obviously troubled man. The look in his eyes had softened from that of fear to one of confusion before turning downward and scanning as if to postpone the inevitable. The eyes locked on the coffee stain.
Embarrassed by the blatant oversight, Sam made a mental note to move “rearrange the furniture” a little closer to the top of his To Do list.
The man looked up, sighed heavily, and spoke in a hushed tone.
“It actually all started ‘round this time last year”.
Sam leaned forward to listen.
“I had been off on a business trip and was on my way home,” Max continued. “I was about halfway home from the airport when I realized that the same car had been behind me since I left the airport. Now it’s a 3-hour drive one-way so he’d been back there for a good piece of time. It had dropped a few car lengths behind me for awhile, but then he was back. At first I dismissed it as just another commuter who was going the same place I was. But as I approached my home, he was still there. And as I pulled into my driveway, he pulled to a stop in the middle of the road and stared at my house. Well now, by this time I was really curious, so I walked toward him but he drove away.”
Sam wrinkled his brow. “Are you aware of any reason why you may be followed?”
“No, sir. Not that I know of, anyhow.”
“How many were in the car?”
“As far as I can tell just one, but I didn’t get that good of a look.”
“Can you describe this one?”
“Yessir. He had short black hair, sunglasses, and you know? He had these really huge ears.” Max laughed. “I mean, he had some really HUGE ears! I woulda died laughin’ if I hadn’t of been worried about him followin’ me home! But them ears….”
“I’m sorry sir,” Sam interrupted with a grin, the ice broken. “I don’t doubt his ears were indeed enormous, but …if you don’t mind, continue your story.”
Max blushed. “Oh, yes, of course, sir!” He cleared his throat before continuing.
“Anyway. Life goes on, you know. And I forgot about the whole thing. But then I was coming home yesterday and the same car was outside my house again. And the same driver. I reckon he knows my car, ‘cause when I turned onto my street, he took off like a bat outta hell.”
Sam nodded, taking notes.
“So anyway, I had to go in and check on my girl. I got a 14 year old at the house, her mama’s away on a business trip herself. Very busy woman, my wife. Never home, it seems. So my girl was home alone. Had to check on my girl…” His voice trailed off.
Sam sat quietly as he watched a tear slowly roll down the man’s cheek and land on the floor.
The Mom Speaks. ;)
Footballfullback will be back. He's been saying he's been wanting to post another entry, and he has more installments on the story he's writing that I have to edit with his approval, but he's been tied up among school, football practice (yes, already), and his job that he's been at now up to six days a week - a couple of hours M-F and then a full Sunday shift.
I do know that he periodically checks his comments but he isn't able to post from his dad's house so...he does read, though, and your comments are truly important to him. (wow that sounds so corporate BS doesn't it? But he really does live for those things in a way.)
Busy boy. He would have been here and posting today, but there's an Avalon concert in town and he's been working as a roadie since 9am today. His sister and I will be joining him for the concert tonight.
Here's a little preview:
God bless, y'all.
~ The Mom.
I do know that he periodically checks his comments but he isn't able to post from his dad's house so...he does read, though, and your comments are truly important to him. (wow that sounds so corporate BS doesn't it? But he really does live for those things in a way.)
Busy boy. He would have been here and posting today, but there's an Avalon concert in town and he's been working as a roadie since 9am today. His sister and I will be joining him for the concert tonight.
Here's a little preview:
God bless, y'all.
~ The Mom.
To Those Who Care To Read
I have a friend who accidently shot himself.
"The most painful thing that I ever experienced." he said.
I accidently stabbed myself opening a paintball gun with a pocket knife once.
"Scariest thing that will ever happen to me." I said.
How wrong I was.
How wrong my friend is.
The scariest and by far the most painful feeling on earth is loneliness.
Why do I say this now?
Why do I feel so lonely?
It might have something to do with the fact that I'm the only one awake in this household at the moment.
I would love to believe that that was it. That that simple thing is the whole reason I feel the way I do now.
Yet, although I know that its not, in a sense it is. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm sitting here alone I never would have thought about my loneliness.
Why do you think I even started this blog?
I wanted to fit in somwhere outside of my family.
I wanted to express myself, my true self, and be understood by someone outside of my family.
And it worked....well, a little bit at least.
But no longer.
The feeling has returned.
Why?
The answer is quite simple now that I think about it.
I no longer fit in.
My "friends" have clicks with people I'll never be, nor have any interest in becoming.
I am a thinking being and a logical one.
When some say, "This will be fun." I say, "This is a stupid idea."
When some say, "I look cool." I say, "Put your hat on the way its meant to be worn and wear a belt you stupid idiot."
Obviously I'm not "cool", nor do I care to be.
My friends weren't either at one point in time, but as the years went by that changed.
And so here I sit wondering if there is anyone around my age who cares to listen, who isn't and doesn't want to be "cool", who strives to be the best person they can be at all times, and doesn't
care what others think about them.
If I were to meet such a person then I'm sure the loneliness will go away, but considering the attitude of the people of my generation thats never going to happen.
Don't get me wrong, I love my family and I know they love me, and no I don't feel lonely around them. But they're not always around and at those points in time they really can't help.
Sorry for boring you with my problems and thanks for reading. I promise another lighter story of my life is coming...eventually.
"The most painful thing that I ever experienced." he said.
I accidently stabbed myself opening a paintball gun with a pocket knife once.
"Scariest thing that will ever happen to me." I said.
How wrong I was.
How wrong my friend is.
The scariest and by far the most painful feeling on earth is loneliness.
Why do I say this now?
Why do I feel so lonely?
It might have something to do with the fact that I'm the only one awake in this household at the moment.
I would love to believe that that was it. That that simple thing is the whole reason I feel the way I do now.
Yet, although I know that its not, in a sense it is. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm sitting here alone I never would have thought about my loneliness.
Why do you think I even started this blog?
I wanted to fit in somwhere outside of my family.
I wanted to express myself, my true self, and be understood by someone outside of my family.
And it worked....well, a little bit at least.
But no longer.
The feeling has returned.
Why?
The answer is quite simple now that I think about it.
I no longer fit in.
My "friends" have clicks with people I'll never be, nor have any interest in becoming.
I am a thinking being and a logical one.
When some say, "This will be fun." I say, "This is a stupid idea."
When some say, "I look cool." I say, "Put your hat on the way its meant to be worn and wear a belt you stupid idiot."
Obviously I'm not "cool", nor do I care to be.
My friends weren't either at one point in time, but as the years went by that changed.
And so here I sit wondering if there is anyone around my age who cares to listen, who isn't and doesn't want to be "cool", who strives to be the best person they can be at all times, and doesn't
care what others think about them.
If I were to meet such a person then I'm sure the loneliness will go away, but considering the attitude of the people of my generation thats never going to happen.
Don't get me wrong, I love my family and I know they love me, and no I don't feel lonely around them. But they're not always around and at those points in time they really can't help.
Sorry for boring you with my problems and thanks for reading. I promise another lighter story of my life is coming...eventually.
Workaday Blues
As you may or may not know (most likely you don't, being as you probably don't know me) I have a job. Also, as you probably don't know, my job is at a local radio station. I run it on Sunday mornings and work a few hours on weekdays. It's not a bad job and I rather enjoy it for the most part.
Well, I went to work yesterday and everything was normal. I said "Hi" to the secretary, told the DJ I was there, and went to work. As I was working I got up to get a coke and happened to look into the FM room (thats what I call it I'm sure it has a fancier name though) which is the room that the FM station is run in, and I notice there is someone in that room that I've never seen before. The DJ was in there teaching someone in another seat, my seat, how to run the FM. Well, it was my seat when I was learning, but those days are mostly behind me now. That's beside the point though. The point is, this person might be a threat to my job. At first I dismissed this thought, figuring that since I just started, they wouldn't fire me. Also, logically thinking, they have no reason to fire me. Then a different logic creeped into my mind. This logic said that since this person is obviously out of high school, this person could work more than I could. Suddenly this person was a threat to me once again. So I, being the competitive person I am, started trying to think of ways to rid myself of this problem. My first thought was to let the air out of said person's tires.
"No, 'cause then said person is stuck here and might be put to work, and that would defeat the whole purpose." I said to myself.
"What if I did the opposite," I thought, "What if I filled her tank with gas. It would cost me but if this person leaves my problems are over."
Ah, what a plan I took out my wallet......
Nothing.
"Oh yeah haven't been paid yet," I said.
"Plus if this person has a full tank of gas this person is more likely to use that gas to get back here."
Bad idea.
So I puzzled over this problem and later decided to let it work itself out.
When work was over I walked toward the door. The DJ was standing outside the FM room watching the person leave. I stopped beside him.
"Interested in radio," he said as though he read my mind.
"Oh, ok."
"Turn everything off for me and lets go home." he said.
"Ok."
I turned everything off, went to the DJ's office,told him bye, and left.
I ran into the person in the parking lot. Person was having problems with person's truck.
It wouldn't start.
"Do you have any jumper cables?" Person asked as I walked by.
"No, I don't, sorry." It was the truth.
I chuckled the rest of the way to my truck, and nearly died laughing when I got in.
"Fullback, you worry to much." I said to myself, and drove away singing.
When I heard thunder I laughed again.
I know I'm evil.
Well, I went to work yesterday and everything was normal. I said "Hi" to the secretary, told the DJ I was there, and went to work. As I was working I got up to get a coke and happened to look into the FM room (thats what I call it I'm sure it has a fancier name though) which is the room that the FM station is run in, and I notice there is someone in that room that I've never seen before. The DJ was in there teaching someone in another seat, my seat, how to run the FM. Well, it was my seat when I was learning, but those days are mostly behind me now. That's beside the point though. The point is, this person might be a threat to my job. At first I dismissed this thought, figuring that since I just started, they wouldn't fire me. Also, logically thinking, they have no reason to fire me. Then a different logic creeped into my mind. This logic said that since this person is obviously out of high school, this person could work more than I could. Suddenly this person was a threat to me once again. So I, being the competitive person I am, started trying to think of ways to rid myself of this problem. My first thought was to let the air out of said person's tires.
"No, 'cause then said person is stuck here and might be put to work, and that would defeat the whole purpose." I said to myself.
"What if I did the opposite," I thought, "What if I filled her tank with gas. It would cost me but if this person leaves my problems are over."
Ah, what a plan I took out my wallet......
Nothing.
"Oh yeah haven't been paid yet," I said.
"Plus if this person has a full tank of gas this person is more likely to use that gas to get back here."
Bad idea.
So I puzzled over this problem and later decided to let it work itself out.
When work was over I walked toward the door. The DJ was standing outside the FM room watching the person leave. I stopped beside him.
"Interested in radio," he said as though he read my mind.
"Oh, ok."
"Turn everything off for me and lets go home." he said.
"Ok."
I turned everything off, went to the DJ's office,told him bye, and left.
I ran into the person in the parking lot. Person was having problems with person's truck.
It wouldn't start.
"Do you have any jumper cables?" Person asked as I walked by.
"No, I don't, sorry." It was the truth.
I chuckled the rest of the way to my truck, and nearly died laughing when I got in.
"Fullback, you worry to much." I said to myself, and drove away singing.
When I heard thunder I laughed again.
I know I'm evil.
I'm Back!!!!!
Who missed me? Anybody? What - like ya'll didn't notice I haven't posted anything for a month?......Oh, you didn't. Well, thats ok. I'm still back and ready to post something.
If I knew what that something was this would be a heck of a lot easier.
Hmm......wait.....it's coming........an idea is formulating in my brain.......I've got it!
Why don't I write about things that happened in my life in these past two months? Isn't that what a blog is for anyway? Of course it is.
Now what shall we start with......
How about basketball? Good idea? I thought so too.
Ok. So we made it to the playoffs, which is good, but our game was a five and a half hour drive away, which is bad. The girls had a game a day before ours that was a two and a half hour drive away in the same direction. Keep in mind the coach of both the boys and the girls basketball team is the same person. So the idea of driving three hours, playing a game, driving three hours back, getting up early the next morning,driving six hours, playing another game, and driving six hours back wasn't very appealing to him. So he had this brilliant idea. "Why don't we drive up to the girls game, stay the night at a hotel, drive to the boys game, and drive back afterwards?"he asked himself. At least I think he asked himself. People were around him and he spoke but nobody answered. So I'm just assuming here but I think he asked himself. Anyway, this idea was revered as a "good idea" by many including me. I liked it for more selfish reasons, though. Reasons such as I get to get out of school for two days and....well....I get to get out of school for two days. Which is always good. Until the make-up work anyway, but thats a different story.
So we get to the place where the girls' game is being played and we have an hour or two to kill, so we decided to go ahead and check into the hotel. Yes, the hotel. The glorious hotel. What's not to love about a big building full of rooms and strange people that walk with a limp and have one eye that follows you while the other one looks straight ahead? Then, when you go to the pool and you think it's just you and your friends swimming, and all of a sudden you decide to look up for no apparent reason and see the same guy sitting out on his rented balcony in his seat, watching you with that same eye while the other one is gazing across the hotel at the other side at another room which you can't see but get the impression that there is something interesting in said room because that one eye seems to be staring intently at that one spot. Then you begin to wonder, hope, and pray that the one eye that's looking at you is really not working and for some strange reason it happens to follow you. Then you walk back to your room and look behind you and....... ahem......anyway, we get to the hotel, check-in, and unload our stuff.
We then travel to the girls' basketball game and they win. Nothing really eventful. So we go back to the hotel and decide to explore this place where we were staying for the night. We discovered that the second floor was being remodeled and - get this - there were no "pardon our dust" or "Caution" signs anywhere to be found. It was horrible! I could have accidentally rubbed against a wall and gotten paint on my shirt, or smelled some paint fume and sneezed, or, God forbid, I could have accidentally tripped and falen onto a nice, soft pile of dirty towels. I should sue! Anyway, after strolling through that hallway and the third floor hallway we went to bed. We went to our game the next day and lost. Our team self-destructed. One of the players yelled at Coach to shut-up, another one got hurt, another one fouled out, another one tried to convince coach to put the first one back in and was promptly taken out, and two were sick. So basketball is over for us.
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I got my driver's license the other day. My papa, a former warden, has friends at the state patrol office and thought he could trick me by calling them and getting them to tell me something far out that would prevent me from getting my license. They chose the wrong thing. For the record, I'm a good student. I have straight A's and I haven't recieved a detention all year. They tried to tell me I was suspended. The conversation went something like this:
Them:"My computer says you're suspended."
Me:" Well I was just at school this morning."
Them:"Well it says here....."
Me:"Papa called you didn't he?"
Them:"......Yes."
Yeah, I'm not that stupid. Nice try though papa, nice try.
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And I saved the best for last.
The Patriots lost the Superbowl!
I was ecstatic. I never was a Patriots fan...as a matter of fact why am I capitalizing their name? They don't deserve that honor. patriots. There, that's better. Even before the patriots acquired Tom....excuse me....tom brady I hated them. Why, you ask? I don't know, I just have. Also perfect season privileges belong to, and only to, the '72 Dolphins (unless the Bucs have a perfect season of course). It was really a great game overall though, and it was the most watched Superbowl in history. If you didn't see it then I'm really sorry you got lost on that hiking trail last Saturday and wasn't found until Monday, but I'm happy you were rescued. Even if the bear did eat your friend. But hey thats what he gets for being a patriots fan. Didn't you know bad things happen to patriot fans? Remember my friend who shot his finger? Yep, he's a patriots fan, and you see what happened to him. I shall close with this.
All ye patriots fans young and old alike: If thou dost repent of thy ways today and convert to a different fanship thou shalt be saved from the Bad Luck god. Even if thou chooseth a sucky team no harm shall come to thee as a result of that descision. This, however, dost not mean you can tell your spouse/concubine her dress makes her look fat and come away unscathed. Behold, thy time is limited. I beseech thee that thou mayest not have thine finger shot or that thou mayest not be eaten by a bear. I pray thee, repent now! -Footballfullback 3:16
If I knew what that something was this would be a heck of a lot easier.
Hmm......wait.....it's coming........an idea is formulating in my brain.......I've got it!
Why don't I write about things that happened in my life in these past two months? Isn't that what a blog is for anyway? Of course it is.
Now what shall we start with......
How about basketball? Good idea? I thought so too.
Ok. So we made it to the playoffs, which is good, but our game was a five and a half hour drive away, which is bad. The girls had a game a day before ours that was a two and a half hour drive away in the same direction. Keep in mind the coach of both the boys and the girls basketball team is the same person. So the idea of driving three hours, playing a game, driving three hours back, getting up early the next morning,driving six hours, playing another game, and driving six hours back wasn't very appealing to him. So he had this brilliant idea. "Why don't we drive up to the girls game, stay the night at a hotel, drive to the boys game, and drive back afterwards?"he asked himself. At least I think he asked himself. People were around him and he spoke but nobody answered. So I'm just assuming here but I think he asked himself. Anyway, this idea was revered as a "good idea" by many including me. I liked it for more selfish reasons, though. Reasons such as I get to get out of school for two days and....well....I get to get out of school for two days. Which is always good. Until the make-up work anyway, but thats a different story.
So we get to the place where the girls' game is being played and we have an hour or two to kill, so we decided to go ahead and check into the hotel. Yes, the hotel. The glorious hotel. What's not to love about a big building full of rooms and strange people that walk with a limp and have one eye that follows you while the other one looks straight ahead? Then, when you go to the pool and you think it's just you and your friends swimming, and all of a sudden you decide to look up for no apparent reason and see the same guy sitting out on his rented balcony in his seat, watching you with that same eye while the other one is gazing across the hotel at the other side at another room which you can't see but get the impression that there is something interesting in said room because that one eye seems to be staring intently at that one spot. Then you begin to wonder, hope, and pray that the one eye that's looking at you is really not working and for some strange reason it happens to follow you. Then you walk back to your room and look behind you and....... ahem......anyway, we get to the hotel, check-in, and unload our stuff.
We then travel to the girls' basketball game and they win. Nothing really eventful. So we go back to the hotel and decide to explore this place where we were staying for the night. We discovered that the second floor was being remodeled and - get this - there were no "pardon our dust" or "Caution" signs anywhere to be found. It was horrible! I could have accidentally rubbed against a wall and gotten paint on my shirt, or smelled some paint fume and sneezed, or, God forbid, I could have accidentally tripped and falen onto a nice, soft pile of dirty towels. I should sue! Anyway, after strolling through that hallway and the third floor hallway we went to bed. We went to our game the next day and lost. Our team self-destructed. One of the players yelled at Coach to shut-up, another one got hurt, another one fouled out, another one tried to convince coach to put the first one back in and was promptly taken out, and two were sick. So basketball is over for us.
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I got my driver's license the other day. My papa, a former warden, has friends at the state patrol office and thought he could trick me by calling them and getting them to tell me something far out that would prevent me from getting my license. They chose the wrong thing. For the record, I'm a good student. I have straight A's and I haven't recieved a detention all year. They tried to tell me I was suspended. The conversation went something like this:
Them:"My computer says you're suspended."
Me:" Well I was just at school this morning."
Them:"Well it says here....."
Me:"Papa called you didn't he?"
Them:"......Yes."
Yeah, I'm not that stupid. Nice try though papa, nice try.
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And I saved the best for last.
The Patriots lost the Superbowl!
I was ecstatic. I never was a Patriots fan...as a matter of fact why am I capitalizing their name? They don't deserve that honor. patriots. There, that's better. Even before the patriots acquired Tom....excuse me....tom brady I hated them. Why, you ask? I don't know, I just have. Also perfect season privileges belong to, and only to, the '72 Dolphins (unless the Bucs have a perfect season of course). It was really a great game overall though, and it was the most watched Superbowl in history. If you didn't see it then I'm really sorry you got lost on that hiking trail last Saturday and wasn't found until Monday, but I'm happy you were rescued. Even if the bear did eat your friend. But hey thats what he gets for being a patriots fan. Didn't you know bad things happen to patriot fans? Remember my friend who shot his finger? Yep, he's a patriots fan, and you see what happened to him. I shall close with this.
All ye patriots fans young and old alike: If thou dost repent of thy ways today and convert to a different fanship thou shalt be saved from the Bad Luck god. Even if thou chooseth a sucky team no harm shall come to thee as a result of that descision. This, however, dost not mean you can tell your spouse/concubine her dress makes her look fat and come away unscathed. Behold, thy time is limited. I beseech thee that thou mayest not have thine finger shot or that thou mayest not be eaten by a bear. I pray thee, repent now! -Footballfullback 3:16
Cool
Bored, just kicking around the internet and I happen to discover that my blog's reading level has gone up.
New year, new blog reading level. What a way to kick the year off.
Oh by the way, Happy New Year!