My prayers and thoughts are with little Zack and his family. I know I won't forget his journey. He is at peace now, in His arms.
Godspeed, Zack.
Godspeed, Zack.
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4th Unofficially Official Halo Chat Thread: The Sequaling!!!
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Morning y'all. No hangover for some reason today, but I'll take it. Xoxoxo y'all
I`m just a precious little one
who didn`t make it there.
I went straight to be with Jesus,
but I`m waiting for you here.
Many dwelling here where I live,
waited years to enter in.
Struggled through a world of sorow,
a world marred with pain and sin.
Thank you for the life you gave me,
it was brief but don`t complain.
I have all Heaven`s Glory,
suffered none of earth`s great pain.
Thank you for the name you gave me.
I`d have loved to bring it fame.
But if I`d lingered in earth`s shadows,
I would have suffered just the same.
So sweet family-don`t you sorrow.
Wipe those tears and chase the gloom.
I went straight to Jesus` arms
from my loving Mother`s womb.
Im sorry wheez i mad up for your sobriety. I wont remember this post in the morning, or were i left my pantz.
A beautiful Sunday. Going to be nice, low 50s. I'll try to fix a shutter that broke during the windstorm.
And of course, find something yummy to char up on the grill.
And of course, find something yummy to char up on the grill.
Beautiful sunset, not a cloud to be seen. Rib eyes, green beans and mashed, with crispy fried onions. MMmmnnnn.
And if the Oscars get boring, I might drag my scope out to see Jupiter.
And if the Oscars get boring, I might drag my scope out to see Jupiter.
An extra day, the mystical 29th. Julius Caesar mandated the day, Saidie Hawkins made it interesting...
In our lifetime, we will always have a leap year every four years. The next time it misses is 2100.
Ladies, the lines are open...
In our lifetime, we will always have a leap year every four years. The next time it misses is 2100.
Ladies, the lines are open...
Day 18
Yet another brutal weekend has passed, preceded by what appears to be an equally brutal week of painful sobriety. The physical pains have peaked, but still persists. The real enemy, aside from Cobra Command, is a volatile mixture of boredom and distant memories resurfacing to expunge their revenge upon my psyche.
My alcoholism was not without reason, it was to suspend the gory portions of my life away from my mind. Now that barrier is gone, and those wicked days of my youth surge upon my Id. Or Ego....or Eggo....maybe i'm thinking of pancakes...whatever it's called. The part of your mind that handles emotions like fear, loathing, hatred, doubt, constipation, itchiness, and dry-mouth...probably ice-cream headaches and IBS too...at the very least Gout! I may also be reading the side-effects of my allergy medicine, who knows at this point.
The sunlight torments me like a prison-yard spotlight, and not the good kind that breaks out into a song and dance number; the Shawshank type, where the warden is just putting out his cigarette and walking off all dramatic like. I mean how awesome was that movie? It's the whole reason I self-narrate my life Morgan Freeman style, it's very soothing. How did it not win best picture? Did anyone catch the Oscars this weekend? Teh Lameness was overbearing....but i digress...also, i snack a bit on a coworkers salsa...I need a breakfast taco.
*one.....four....seven breakfast taco's later:
I think the last working vestiges of my liver try to absorb the bacon grease in hopes of returning to life, it won't work, but it's not a bad way to go. Portions of my body wracked by years of alcohol abuse are beginning to heal, and beginning to reign their own revenge upon me. Aches and pains are subtle, but they are there scheming and lurking, like an ex-girlfriend that was crazy good at both sex and being crazy. If my internal organs knew how to use a taser or aerosol can and a lighter, i would be in real trouble.
Is there police protection from one's self? That may be a pretty good market segment for me to corner.
Yet another brutal weekend has passed, preceded by what appears to be an equally brutal week of painful sobriety. The physical pains have peaked, but still persists. The real enemy, aside from Cobra Command, is a volatile mixture of boredom and distant memories resurfacing to expunge their revenge upon my psyche.
My alcoholism was not without reason, it was to suspend the gory portions of my life away from my mind. Now that barrier is gone, and those wicked days of my youth surge upon my Id. Or Ego....or Eggo....maybe i'm thinking of pancakes...whatever it's called. The part of your mind that handles emotions like fear, loathing, hatred, doubt, constipation, itchiness, and dry-mouth...probably ice-cream headaches and IBS too...at the very least Gout! I may also be reading the side-effects of my allergy medicine, who knows at this point.
The sunlight torments me like a prison-yard spotlight, and not the good kind that breaks out into a song and dance number; the Shawshank type, where the warden is just putting out his cigarette and walking off all dramatic like. I mean how awesome was that movie? It's the whole reason I self-narrate my life Morgan Freeman style, it's very soothing. How did it not win best picture? Did anyone catch the Oscars this weekend? Teh Lameness was overbearing....but i digress...also, i snack a bit on a coworkers salsa...I need a breakfast taco.
*one.....four....seven breakfast taco's later:
I think the last working vestiges of my liver try to absorb the bacon grease in hopes of returning to life, it won't work, but it's not a bad way to go. Portions of my body wracked by years of alcohol abuse are beginning to heal, and beginning to reign their own revenge upon me. Aches and pains are subtle, but they are there scheming and lurking, like an ex-girlfriend that was crazy good at both sex and being crazy. If my internal organs knew how to use a taser or aerosol can and a lighter, i would be in real trouble.
Is there police protection from one's self? That may be a pretty good market segment for me to corner.
Happy Leap Days halons! Hope all is well with everyone, but just wanted to drop in and say hello 
"You would think you are working for free today, but we paid you a third of a day extra the last three years, so get back to work."Happy Leap Days halons! Hope all is well with everyone, but just wanted to drop in and say hello
my old boss, Feb 29th, 2000
BLT, so so sorry for your loss. Prayers for you and your family. May the peace of God, that transcends all understanding keep your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
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