Back Home: Episode II - A Birthday Gig

Yesterday afternoon we clebrated my baby brother's 13th Birthday and I am somewhat saddened. I feel as if he has grown up without me. Now while that's not entirely true, it's not entirely UNtrue either. When I left home he was small and only 8. Now, he's 13 and bigger than me with a deep voice. It's kinda random. I wonder what it was like, growing up with your Brother and Sister away...must be different.

From my parents, Joshua scored some nice Ralph Lauren Polos and a dress shirt or two. He also got NCAA 2005 Football to try out. If he likes it, they'll buy it. From Jon, he got two more PS2 games; Rocky and a Tennis game of some kind. From me, he got a new leather study bible. All in all, it was a good birthday for him. We had pizza and ice cream cake and life was good.

After things settled down a bit, I went over to see Shoshannah. She was in a neck brace and her face was, let's say "affected" by the accident. She was lying in a bed in her living room, unable to move and propped up by pillows. I stayed with her for a couple of hours, and I will go back today. I meant to go this morning and watch a movie with her "The First Wives Club," but when I spoke to Mike [her father] this morning, it turns out she had a bad night. At this point, I'm still unable to see her. She had a fever when I left and wasn't doing so well even then, so we'll see. I wrapped up my night with my favorite tacos [as if I needed it, but EL PATO RULES!!] & white chicks with Josh and my dad. Then, constitutional law and sleep. So I guess life's going well here. It's 96 degrees right now and clear as day [hot as hades too, but that's different] and the pink roses my momma's growin' are beautiful. So -


End Transmission
Secret Squirrel Out

DEBATE MASTER!!!

Ah ha!!! Never fear world, the debate of the century is just around the corner! Who's excited? I am! Well, for those of you who are not yet aware, the College Democrats and the College Republicans will be engaged in a showdown this coming Monday night in Cullen Auditorium. I'm so exctied!

I just found out today who our liberal opponents shall be: Michael Johnson and Teresa "Flag" Petranovsky. My partner, Josh Massingill [who's blog is very cool - you'll find the link to the right and down, no to the right and DOWN...YES...there it is, good job!] This is going to rule! 8:30 - BE THERE!


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Back Home: Episode I

Well, I definately bailed out on school a day early or so and headed for home yesterday and here I am!! Fall Break is this weekend, but I needed to get home early for a host of reasons. It's my little brother Joshua's B-day this weekend, and he's turning the big 13!! Now he'll be a teenager. Also, I haven't been home since August and as I draw closer and closer to graduation I'm appreciating more & more the time I get to spend at home. Furthermore, I needed to make sure I got to see Shoshannah this weekend and for those of you who've been prayin' for her: I thank you.

I pulled into my driveway last night [for the first time] at about 11:20 pm and MAN was I glad to smell the salt in the air. I felt the 91 degree temprature and Lord thank you for the Valley!! My brother got his stuff out and went inside, and I went on to Harlingen to take a friend of mine, Jessica Thomas home. She used to live in Harlingen and wanted to go visit her cousins, so we drove her with us. So, I pulled into my driveway for the second time about 1:30 am. Man was I tired!! My black lab and I busted into my room [w/ purple flowers on the quilt - score!!! Lavendar roses to be exact...happiness!] and crashed. It's good to be home.

Signs, Signs, Everywhere the Signs

Have you ever wondered, why no one ever wants to obey signs. It's not hard, it's not complicated. Take the sign on the SA office door, for example. It says quite clearly "SA" as in student government. As in:

1) not the bookstore
2) not the bottom half of the bookstore.

Now come on here people, I thought we had this all sorted out at the beginning of the semester: THIS IS NOT THE BOOKSTORE. So, here I am, minding my own business and doing my work when this girl is POUNDING ON THE DOOR at about 10 minutes after 10:00am. Finally I get up [obviously she can't read our office hours either] and see what she needs. She wants to know where we keep the books for economics. She's also wondering if we have the books for Bible 112 in early. ARE YOU JOKING? Apparantly, she was not. I carefully instruct her that when the kind salesperson in the bookstore said "downstairs" she meant downstairs IN THE BOOKSTORE. Humph...sheesh. I mean, how many books would one sell if a person had to leave your store to get them and come back to pay for them...your inventories would clearly deplete rapidly however.

Time for chapel!!

Peace Out, A Town Stomp!!

I luv you mom and dad!

A Good Date Story: Part II

So, to continue a weekend of fun and friviloty:


Today I kidnapped Casey from FRAT intramural practice. It is Casey's 20th Birthday today [Happy Birthday Casey!!] and so...I decided something had to be done. I showed up @ 5 minutes after 4:00 this evening at FRAT practice, and told Casey happy birthday, and asked him if he remembered my brother. At this point, Jon duck tapped Casey's mouth, and I blindfolded him. Then, my brother flung Casey over his shoulder and carried him off the field...hehehe it was pretty funny.

Casey kicked and screamed as my brother told him to silence himself. We threw him into the back seat of the car, and my brother drove to McMurray. When he got out to stay, I put Casey in the front seat and took of his blindfold. I gave him his presents and two tickets for the 4:30 showing of Team America.

It was vulgar. It was ugly. It was funny.

Go.

Go now.

They call Michael Moore a fat socialist weasel. [Another example of Justice in everyday life...]

Heheheh.

On the way home we listened to Usher...Casey danced...if you have ever seen Casey B. you know that was funny enough.


Why does Snoop Dog take an umbrella with him everywhere he goes?
For drizzle, my nizzle...