These Are the Days

The following story developed over the weekend & got me thinking. So my buddy’s sister turned 23 this weekend. As most couples do, she went out to celebrate the event with her significant other. Now, this is where things start to get a little weird. Dinner was over, the check comes, & he asks for her portion of the check. Apparently I am a complete sucker. For the past however many years I have been dating, not a single woman… err…. girl has picked up a single tab. It turns out, it isn’t all that uncommon for chicks to be footing half the bill or even paying for the meal these days. I missed that memo. It is her birthday though, her birthday, & you know dude is still getting laid.

The story continues though. So dude hops in the car & proclaims he has her gift. They get to wherever they were going & he unveils. 1^st he mentions he was going to get a $25 Kohl’s gift card but was forced to reconsider that decision. Now, I once got a girlfriend a gift card for Christmas. In my defense, it was after dating for a couple weeks, but it is absolutely the most insincere thing you could ever get a chick. Thankfully I have recovered from that incredible blunder. I think it is pretty well known I am the king, master, sensei, whatever you want of gifts. When it comes to bling, thoughtfulness, creativeness, pretty much any aspect, I win going away. That was until this guy. Instead of the gift card, he one upped himself. Dude went straight to Spencer gifts & found something he just couldn’t pass on.

Now when selecting a gift, it really isn’t about the money spent, it is about the thought. I honestly believe that. There were times, even when I spent a lot of money, there was a ton of thought or sacrifice behind the gift. More than once I didn’t eat lunch for a week so I could afford a necklace or ring. I personally don’t care about the money though, I would take a card & picture album any day. These are thoughtful & everything but this guy went all out for her. He got her a lamp shaped like a penis, a fucking penis lamp. I dare anyone to beat that, anyone. A gentle upward stroke turns it on; a gentle down stroke turns it off. He honestly thought this was a good gift, even after not footing the bill for dinner. To say the least, she wasn’t happy.

Now I am going to get arrogant for my moral of the story. Stories like this exemplify why I say I could have any chick back if I tried, or maybe it’s the fact they always date complete dirt balls after me. One of the few things I will give my credit for is this area. Unfortunately for women, or maybe fortunately for me, most guys are complete idiots when it comes back to anything to do with being thoughtful. Here’s the deal, think outside the box. Like most things in life, not doing what everyone else is doing may actually have rewarding results. Sincerity, believe it or not, can pay off in life. To summarize, don’t get your girlfriend a penis lamp for her birthday.

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I started this Blog a few weeks ago when I found out that a sister of a good friend of mine has cancer. If Heaven came on the radio last night & I decided to finish it. Mortality is a weird thing to face at a young age. I think it is pretty clear in my earlier Blogs that death isn’t something really new to me. Two really good friends, Josh & Clarence, have died in the past few years. Death is something I don’t really fear. I used to have this obsession with death. It wasn’t that I wanted to die or anything. It just intrigued me, my mortality. Maybe it was something I was just forced to confront at a young age. It is one thing when a grandparent dies, it is a whole different thing when someone your own age dies. That just isn’t supposed to happen.

When I was 3 or 4, my mom was explaining to me the whole heaven hell thing. I bust out, “Well if we have to be good to go to heaven, then why don’t we just kill ourselves now & just go there.” Deep thoughts from a toddler? Maybe I just was whacked in the head from way back then. In any event, it makes for a good story from my mom.

Whenever someone young dies, someone inevitably says carpe diem, live like your dying. Although it is cliché, it is also valid. Are you doing everything you can? Would you have any regrets? I think everyone would. There are always friendships you wish you had back. There are always things you wish you hadn’t said. I think it is important in life to take time every week to, even in the smallest way, right one of these wrongs.

Anyway, I think this Blog became more of an excuse just to get this song onto here. I didn’t like it the 1^st time I heard it, but it has grown on me. Andy Griggs as an artist has grown on me. Another good song is She Thinks She Needs Me, download.

Andy Griggs: If Heaven

If Heaven was an hour, it would be twilight
When the fireflies start their dancin' on the lawn
And supper's on the stove, and Mama's laughin'
And everybody's workin' day is done

If Heaven was a town it would be my town
Oh, on a summer day in 1985
& everything I wanted was out there waitin'
& everyone I love was still alive

[chorus]
Don't cry a tear for me now, baby
There comes a time we all must say goodbye
& if that's what Heaven's made of
You know I, I ain't afraid to die

If Heaven was a pie it would be cherry
So cool and sweet and heavy on the tongue
& just one bite would satisfy your hunger
& there'd always be enough for everyone

If Heaven was a train it sure would be a fast one
That could take this weary traveler around the bend
If Heaven was a tear it'd be my last one
& you'd be in my arms again

[chorus]
Dont cry a tear for me now, baby
There comes a time we all must say goodbye
& if that's what Heaven's made of
You know I, I ain't afraid to di
Yeah if that's what Heaven's made of
You know I, I aint afraid to die

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Yesterday Miah mentioned to me he was going to have to jump into the Mr. Pig suit today at work. This reminded me of my single favorite Pig story of all time. Wait, 1^st a pre-story. So back in the day, it used to be the thing to have Mr. Pig make appearances. (an unfortunate employee strong armed into looking like a fool.) This never goes quite as planned. When I worked in the LC, an employee of mine would get hammered & wreak all sorts of havoc. He would dance jigs in front of customers & sneak up behind them & lean on the poles in the aisles until they turned around & were scared out of their mind. My personal favorite of his when he was stumbling around & the head fell of in front of a kid. The kid started screaming, “Mommy, the Pig lost his head!” Classic, scaring children.

But now onto the real story. So Michael is volunteered to be the Pig. For some fucking reason they used to always have him visit children’s summer soccer leagues. Great advertising? It just happens to be a little over 100 degrees out. The suit, in cold weather, makes you sweat. The suit, in boiling hot weather, makes you swim in your own sweat. This may explain why I have never climbed into that wretched suit. Mike does his duties as the Pig & predictably is soaked in sweat. Well it turns out suit needs to be over to the old CE Pig fro use immediately. Yes, the sweat soaked suit is being pressed into immediate action. He runs the thing straight over there & hands it to the kid that is going to be wearing it. The kid commented on how wet the suit was. This is wear Mike’s sales skills came into play. He drops, “Oh yea man, I just Febreezed it all out for you.” The kid was elated, “Oh thanks man, I appreciate that.” Kid then jumps into the suit. So maybe that wasn’t as funny as I had thought, but I am chuckling. But, as Miah said, “Yeah, it's like you find out your roommate has been raping you in the ass.” Hope that worked out for you man. Anyway… anyone shakes your hand & it is moist, don’t trust that it is clean. Do as I would & hit the nearest sink for a little insurance. Just trying to help, Peace.

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I went out to lunch with my sister today & heard a story that may just change my intentions of doing my post graduate work at Marquette. Apparently this story comes from someone that actually goes to the school so I am taking this as the Gospel & not just another urban legend. So this student is bleeding from the ass. I have never had that problem but one could assume that is an uncomfortable problem & there may be a slightly larger problem going on in the plumbing. Dude agrees with my assessment & decides to see a doc. Some meds are prescribed & the problem subsides, for a bit. Out of the blue, his ass starts bleeding again. Well he sees the doctor again & he decides to perform some tests. At this point, the story begins to unravel in a horrifying mess. It seems there were traces of diethyl ether in his system, ether. Umm, ether, to my knowledge, it is used to either (a) start a car (b) put on a rag & drop someone for sexual gratification. In this young man’s case it happened to be option b. It turns out dude’s roommate is sneaking ether into his food & waiting for him to pass out. Once he passes out, his roommate rapes him in the ass. Apparently, proper lubrication was not applied, leading to greater than average levels of friction &/or anal tearing & the bleeding. Horrified? Going to sleep with duct tape on your ass? Myself, I am just considering whether I would spend a night at Cole’s house after an evening (& morning) of drinking. Next time you wake up with a sore, itchy ass, be asking some questions. I know I will. Peace.

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Today in my US history class, we watched a Civil War documentary from the History Channel. The program ended with the letter below from a soldier to his beloved wife. It is one of the most beautifully written letters I have ever read. Major Sullivan Ballou would die in the 1^st Battle of Bull Run. Keep in mind this man probably didn’t even have a high school education.

July 14, 1861
Camp Clark, Washington

My very dear Sarah:

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days--perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more...

I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause on which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing--perfectly willing--to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt...

Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all these chains to the battle field.

The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I know, but few small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me--perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults, and the pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been. How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness...

But, O Sarah, if the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you: in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights... always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.

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Tonight I went to an interesting speaker at the SNC & felt compelled to pass on his message. Francis Bok was a slave in war plagued Sudan in Africa. He was forced into slavery when he was 7 & held for 10 years. After 2 failed escape attempts, he finally succeeded his 3^rd attempt. He was granted amnesty & was moved to the United Sates. He worked 2 jobs, still unable to speak English, just so he could raise the money to get an education. He was contacted by someone with an antislavery organization & asked to tell his story. Soon he was testifying in front of Congress & attending political events with the Secretary of State & the President of the United States. I think I left out that dude is 25, yea 25. He came to the U.S. in 1998. In the world today, the 21^st century, there are an estimated 27 million slaves. There are an estimated 50,000 in the US, which is scary. Awareness is the 1^st step to a solution & Mr. Bok is doing everything he can to make the world aware of the plight of the Sudanese & exploited children around the world. His speech was something I was truly honored to be able to attend. For more info, see IAbolish.com.

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So the Daytona 500 is over. My prediction was a little off. Dale Jr. finished 3^rd, but he should have won. That was twice in the week that he let somebody get by him 9in the last 2 laps. I guess you can’t be disappointed with 3^rd, but holy shit, he had it. Awesome race though, awesome race. 4 lead changes in the last 9 laps & everyone was safe.

The actual highlight of the race weekend was before the 500. My bro called my mom on Saturday, “Is Dustin coming down for the race? I have tickets & pit passes for him.” Had I known this, I wouldn’t be going to Florida this summer; I would have gone this weekend. Pit passes are passes that let you get into the garage area before & during the race. You get to meet the drivers & hang out. Damn. Anyway….

Yesterday Tony Stewart had one of the best racing moves I have ever seen in my life. One of those Ford boys ran into the back of him while leading & he headed straight for the infield. He cuts across the grass, at 190 mph, & comes back up on the track & keeps going while only losing a few positions. It was Dale Earnhardt like. Stewart is fast becoming a favorite of mine.

Well Speed Weeks is over, but 35 more to go. Hopefully it is an exciting & safe season. I think you are going to see the 8 & 29 cars fast all year. Peace.

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Top 20 Country of 2004

So I was writing a psych paper & needed a break. One of my habits when I am on-line is to always like to look at music charts & see where everything is ranked at Billboard.com. I always have had this innate need to organize things. For example, when I eat M&M’s I organize them into colors, then eat them until I have equal amounts of colors, then eat 1 out of each pile so there are equals amounts. With that being said, I compiled my top 20 radio songs of 2004. I put them in order of what my favorites were. Enjoy & of course, download….

1) Tim McGraw – Live Like You were Dying

2) Big & Rich – Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy)

3) Brad Paisley & Alison Krauss – Whiskey Lullaby

4) Keith Urban – Days Go By

5) Keith Urban - You’ll Think of Me

6) Rascal Flatts – Feels Like Today

7) Kenny Chesney – There Goes My Life

8) Jimmy Wayne – Stay Gone

9) Alan Jackson – Remember When

10) Buddy Jewell – Sweet Southern Comfort

11) Tracy Lawrence - Paint Me A Birmingham

12) Billy Currington – I Got A Feelin’

13) Josh Gracin – I Want To Live

14) Sara Evans - Perfect

15) Phil Vassar – In A Real Love

16) Kenny Chesney – I Go Back

17) Brad Paisley – Little Moments

18) George Strait – I Hate Everything

19) Lonestar – Lets Be Us Again

20) Toby Keith – Whiskey Girl

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So I’ll be honest, I love sick ass movies for some reason. I didn’t think anyone could top Silence of the Lambs. Then Seven came out & whooped ass. Last night we caught a newly released flick that brought this type of movie to another level. This has maybe the best ending to a movie ever, preceded by some of the best suspense ever.

We all watched Saw over at Chris’ & in all honesty, this is the best action/horror flick I have ever seen. Saw absolutely rocks. I would write a full review but I am afraid I would give anything away. If you want everything from horrifying plots to surprise ending, (or 5) this is your movie. All my movie reviews will go off a new rating system based on a 6 pack of Bud. 6 bottles would be the best, no bottles the worst. Really lame, I know.

Saw earns 6 full bottles of Bud.

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So this weekend is the Daytona 500. It is kind of weird because I am not as excited as I normally get. I have written in past Blogs about how I quit getting way into sports &, surprisingly, it has stayed true to form. No blow ups whatsoever during the Packer season surprised everyone I watched games with. With that being said, racing is my game. I love racing.

When the green flag drops on Sunday I will probably have tears running down my face. I get goose bumps up & down my arms. It is just awesome. Nobody really gets racing until you go to a race. You can get interested, but you have to be there just once to get the addiction. I have brought a few different people to either a NASCAR race or Indy car race & I think everyone I have brought got hooked. Hell, Chris enjoyed the race last year, Chris. We get to test Miah this year.

Well anyway, the Daytona 500 holds a ton of sporting memories. In racing, the Daytona 500 & Indy 500 are the 2 biggest races of the year. Every February I look forward to the race. Most of those memories are bad ones, mainly Dale Earnhardt somehow getting screwed out of the win in the last couple laps. One year he blew a tire leading going through the last turn, another he got flipped on his roof leading with 10 to go. (He got back in the car & finished, the man.) Finally he won the damn thing in ’98 & I was working. Yea, I missed the greatest moment of his racing career. That was before I had the internet or anything so when I got home I put on ESPN 2 & waited for the bottom ticker to come across the screen. It was awesome when ‘Dale Earnhardt wins the Daytona 500’ scrolled across. Thank got 45 minutes of Sports Center was dedicated to it so I caught up pretty quick.

3 years later he would die in the race. NASCAR has gotten pretty mainstream in the years since & probably because of this event. New NASCAR fans can’t fathom what the moment was like being a racing fan. You loved or you hated Dale Earnhardt, nothing in between. Either way you respected him as the best. His death was such a surreal experience. I will never in my life forget the second I found out he had passed away. It is burned in my head. After that happened, I really wondered whether I would ever watch another race. I have, but it is definitely different. Guys, no wall jokes in the comment board, none.

Last year’s 500 was maybe the 1^st year I have enjoyed the race since his death. Jr., his son, won the race. That was sweet. He won where is dad died, I can’t imagine what went through him.

Well this year it looks like Jr. is slow & Jimmie Johnson is the man to beat. My picks for the race are :hmmmmm…..: Dale Earnhardt Jr. & Kevin Harvick. This year’s champion :going deeper into thought: will either be Dale Earnhardt Jr. or Kevin Harvick. You ever want to get into NASCAR, I can make you join the converts. Let’s go to a bar & catch a race.

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I just finished the Detour Blog & felt compelled to write more. I wrote in my YIR about depression & how it had virtually crippled who I was. People saw glimpses of who I was but ultimately that view was impaired by depression’s ugly effects. I don’t think, unless you have experienced it, you can fully grip how it controls you. I used to always say that I could beat depression without help. That theory destroyed a lot of what I held dear in my life. My family came through when I needed them most. For the 1^st time in at least 5 years I am not depressed. I have felt it for some time, the fact that I have finally beat it. There are so many things that I enjoy now that I don’t think I would have ever had I not changed things. This weekend I ran into a couple old friends. I think both of them noticed just how different a person I am without that old dark cloud over my head. I smile & laugh a lot more. I don’t let the details bother me. The greatest thing I have found in the past 6 months is the following adjustment to my thinking. Instead of getting mad at the little things or laughing at them, laugh with them. It sounds so simple but it makes such a difference.

I love school so much. There used to always have this restless feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was not being at a 4 year school. I love it because it challenges the way I think about everything. That may be our greatest asset as human beings. Not only the ability to learn but the ability to take what we learn & use it to positively affect our life & the lives of those around us. Those close to me over the past few years used to always ride me about what I was actually going to end up doing with my life. I guess I should be flattered people couldn’t see me I a grocery store. I knew I was biding time, taking classes, trying to find something that would be my passion in life. I finally have found that. I actually have lead out my 5 year plan. (I might actually put that on here.) I am a person that, once has found direction, attacks my goals with enthusiasm & passion. My current orientation in life has me on a path that I am excited to continue to run.

I am still working on that dating Blog I was going to post almost a month ago, I like it a lot but I need to tone it down a bit. I got a bit cocky/funny in it for my own good. I also wrote something a week ago about death after I found out one of my friend’s sister has cancer. I like that one a lot, just need to finish it. Anyway….

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This is my 1st Blog in a while. I have been way busy the last couple of weeks between school, work, & partying.

This past Friday the team rolled down to Milwaukee to catch the Chevelle show at the Rave. Despite us forgetting to check things out on Map Quest, we made it to the show without a hitch. This was my 2nd time seeing a show at the Rave & it is officially my favorite place to see a rock show. You feel as if you are rolling into a haunted house as you walk in. There is ominous rock music blaring from the bar & the majority of my fellow patrons have a distinctly different style than my prep look. The whole place just looks & feels bad ass.

Strata & Future Leaders of the World played 1st. I wasn’t a huge fan of either rolling in & still am not. Then Crossfade hit the stage. Cole has been trying to sell me on these guys forever & I just never got into them. They kicked serious ass. They kind of have a Linkin Park feel to them when you see them on stage & use a lot more DJ stuff than their disc would lead you to believe. They sounded awesome. I would suggest the download.

Helmet then came on stage. J & Chris didn’t like them in the least. I thought they played really well but they were old & their bass player acted hella gay. Every time a song was done, he would put both fists in the air & scream. It was weird as shit. Like I said, I liked the music but the whole act was kind of whack. The crowd seemed to agree with the guys as they went from ecstatic from Crossfade to flipping off Helmet.

Somewhere in here J & Chris almost got in a fight. This used to be my job but I think everyone will agree I have mellowed the hell out. Dude was pissed because we were all 6’2” & he was about 5’2”. I really though J might throw down. One of the funnier things I have seen in a while also involved a near fight. Some college kids in front of us were drinking pretty heavy the whole show but were cool enough to us. These little girls came pushing through. (One was literally wearing a Celine Deon T!) Dude fucking flips & starts getting all up on them. I think we were all under the impression we were going to have to peel a UWM student off a 12 year old girl, classic. One last note before I continue, (a) rock tickets aren’t cheap. (b) PDA is one of the last things anyone wants to see. These kids next to us made out literally the whole show. They would go at it for like 20 minutes, pull away, wipe the slop off their faces, & go back at it. It was pretty funny. Jaren commented he was expecting them to have sex next. That would have been uncomfortable. In any event, don’t’ you ever get to that point where you just can’t kiss any longer. You are like, “Honey, please pop in a mint.” You cannot sustain even somewhat acceptable kissing breath for more than like a half hour like that. I was somewhat amazed.

Chevelle headlined & they didn’t disappoint. I think everyone reading this has heard The Red & recognize its greatness. I just liked the show & the band seemed like a bunch of kick ass college students. Everyone in the place was into the show.

Now to the meat of our Milwaukee experience. We get on the highway & start to head back home only to find that the Green Bay interchange was closed, weak. So we go into the city looking for an alternative route. Me, of course claiming to be the human GPS system, decide I am going to off road this shit & navigate downtown Milwaukee on my own. Here was my thinking, I know where UWM is, I knew where I was (kinda). If I can get to UWM, I can get to the highway we need to be on. I have driven that road a 100 times in the last year. As we start our adventure I began telling the guys my stories of arguing with girlfriends on directions & virtually always getting in a pickle in big cities when I go on weekends trips. It is like dawn, I am going to get lost at some point. With this in mind we proceeded. I start rolling down city streets & then hit a neighborhood. Chris never had faith, Jaren never really gives a fuck, & I wanted to prove I am Christopher Columbus. 10 minutes in I even start to doubt myself & decided to turn around in retreat. (Yea, I made like the French.) This is where things started to get scary. I stopped paying attention to the stop lights & road signs & was just driving. I may have run upwards of 6 red lights in this time. (I will anxiously be awaiting tickets from those cameras that bust that crap now, shit.)

After some scary moments we got back to the highway we had exited from & got back on. We back tracked & hit another highway that would bring us back to Green Bay. Just as we see the Green Bay sign, a wall of orange barrels emerged on the horizon, shit. We were soon right back on the stretch that headed into the city again, shit. OK, at this point most would give up, not us. We decided to look at street signs & soon Highway 43 detour signs became prevalent. Who knew you were actually supposed to look at these little orange flags? We were soon right back in the city.

With J & Chris spotting (It really took all 3 of us to spot the detour markers. I think they wanted to make this America’s most difficult detour.) we weaved our way into the ghetto. You know those row houses you pass as you come into large cities & think, “Who the fuck would ever want to live in those neighborhoods?” We were driving by those, shit. After finally starting to run parallel to the highway, we began to feel a sense of relief. I drove right past the 1st on ramp, shit. The 2nd one was nearly as elusive but I managed to navigate it & after a half hour, the team was headed home.

Of everyone I know I am easily the most experienced city driver & completely comfortable driving in the city. That was until this experience. Last year I was in Chicago & didn’t have a single problem. That’s the nations 3rd largest city. We come through Milwaukee & the DOT craps all over our parade, shit. J & I took solace in knowing Chris will soon be an officer of the law. In addition to planting evidence & racially motivated beatings, they also exact revenge. Chris has vowed to find whoever designed this detour & kill them, thanks Chris.

I always try to get a moral out of my experiences & was able to find one or two Friday night. If I was lost, it meant I exploded. I used to just blow my lid in frustration. It wasn’t pretty for anyone involved. As Jaren & Chris will attest, I was never once frustrated. Although the tone of this Blog is decidedly a tone of annoyance, it wasn’t anything like that. We laughed the entire time (between gunshots). We always seem to find a way to have a good time in every experience I have noticed, even the most trying times end up in us laughing. I think that is healthy. In researching this Blog, I discovered something very interesting. Had I trusted my instincts & stayed on the road we were on. We would have found UWM, literally driven right into the campus. Through our friend at MapQuest.com, I was able to discover we were within 6 or 7 city blocks of the UWM campus, shit. That would have saved us a half hour but the story is more than worth it. Friday was a kick ass night. Peace.

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I always talk about my quote collection. Well I went through a couple of word documents & pulled out a few of my favorites.

I immediately regret this decision. These bears are massive. They look a lot smaller from up there.

-Anchor Man-

"It's a can of peaches, Sir."

-Nixon-

James… Earn this. Earn it.

-Captain Miller, SPR- (More a message to all Americans)

People make mistakes, that why pencils have erasers, but they have to be willing to use them.

-D. Schwa-

Historians don’t predict.

“There is no medicine like that.”

-Jimmie Johnson in victory lane after winning a week after the Hendrick tragedy-

"I didn't realize relationships were supposed to be restrictive…"

-Chris-

But all these blacks (as they seem to us) are really whites. It’s only our disparity that makes them look black to us.

-C.S. Lewis –A Grief Observed-

100 years in a Cathedral, 50 years in Hollywood.

-The history of the Philippines-

“Today, I hope we can begin a healing.”

-John Kerry-

"Just when you think you know everything, is when you learn just how little you actually know."

-My Dad-

Terrorism & gay men are a lot alike. They both recruit impressionable young boys @ get a ways in the woods & video tape the encounters to put them on the internet.

-The Daily Show-

“…unless a wheat grain falls into the earth & dies, it remains only a single grain; but if it dies it yields a rich harvest.” Only after something has left your life do you realize its beauty & learn fully its impact on you.

-The teachings of Jesus-

Lesson Learned: Liars will ALWAYS be liars...

-Our Collective feelings on Kempen-

If there was any doubt whether I was going hunting or not... It is decided. It is on like Donkey Kong for f-ing up my rig!

-Me after a deer ran into my car-

"He's a badass, he's got game, and he's got a fine bitch!"

-Nelly on Tim McGraw-

It is funny because after awhile, you stop thinking about the bad things & a lot of good memories remain. I think that is important.

-D. Schwa-

You toughest experiences in life often turn to be your most inspiring. Kind of like the rainbow after the rain.

-A Raisin In The sun-

up in the cold... finishing my epic battle between me.. mother nature.. and a satellite dish. call me.

-Dylon away message- (1 degree out with a -17 degree wind chill)

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