This is something to hold on to...

Here I am. In the midst of the holiday season. It has been hectic so far. From the frustration of Christmas productions to the stress of planning Christmas eve services, I can't help but be optimistic for the next week! Although it will be wrought with time consuming tasks and crazy amounts of travel, I am ready for it.

After the Christmas eve, I will spend Christmas day with my family in my neck of the woods. Then after a day of nothingness, its off to Kansas! Yes, Kansas. I am flying from DFW to Kansas City, then hopping on a plane I hope will allow a man of my size to fit on, and continue on to Salina, Kansas. Then I will spend a few days with my girlfriends family (and make them love me) and then comes the best part of the trip...

Amiee and I will gather our things, get into her Mitsubishi Galant and head back for Texas. But we are not stopping in Arlington, oh no, we will continue on to Centerville to see my parents. Then after a wonderful meal and nights sleep, continue the journey to Houston. We will spend the next few days with my sis (and her family) and my brother (and his family), including New Years (cue music here). 

Now as I always do, its time for a list (I know you are still reading solely to get to the list).

Highlights/Lowlights of the trip (predictions)

1. The 9 hour car trip, followed by another 2 hours the next morning.
2. Seeing snow that is worth playing in (in Kansas)
3. Meeting Amiee's family
4. Hoping to God that I find something to keep me warm in the great white north (not Canada, Kansas)
5. Last but not least, being with my woman as the clock strikes twelve on New Years Eve. (Thats when the real fireworks begin)  
   

New Phones, Birthdays, and Random Trips

Since my last post, many things have happened. I have been on a trip to Tennessee, turned 23, and made a spur of the moment trip to see my parents. So I will quickly recap all of these, one paragraph each.

Tennessee: Went for a youth worker convention and had a blast. In the 20 degree weather that we flew into and spent a good portion of our time in, I wore shorts. People looked at me like I was dumb, the jokes on them, it was the first time I went a whole day without sweating. The convention was incredible. Amazing music, speakers and company! If the food had been better, the score would have increased. Overall I will give it a 7.8/10

Turned 23: Another year older, a little wiser (I hope) and still no gray hair! This past year has shown me ALOT! I have loved, lost, and been given hope! It has been a learning experience. From my mistakes, I have seen who I am who is there for me. I would not change a thing (except for one decision in August/September that kept me from Amiee for a little while longer than I liked). I will give my 22nd year of life a 8.3/10

Trip to the 'Rents: On sunday, I got done with the 9:30am service and was enlightened to the wonderful news that we did not have youth. So my lovely lady recommended that we go surprise my parents in Centerville (2 hours away). So we loaded up and went down to The Abiding Place. We stopped and picked up stuff to make dinner (delicious), and arrived early in the evening. We proceeded to shoot my little bro's new deer rifle (which I'm a little bitter about) and make home-made pizza, and watch movies. It was so much fun to get away for an evening and spend it with my family. I am pretty sure my mom likes (loves) my woman more and more everytime she talks about her or sees her. Due to the fact that I got to relax, eat amazing food and hang out with my lady. I give it a 9.4/10  

Overall: My past few weeks have been near perfect, and the Christmas season may just take the cake yet to close out the 2008 calendar!!

Weekend: I Do's and A Bruise

This weekend was simply incredible. The weekend for me started on Thursday. I had my friends wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner and it was amazing. Who would have know that beer and cheesecake go together? Well, the Flying Saucer does, and now I am enlightened too.

I DO'S

Then friday, Wedding at 6pm, it was very eloquent. Clean, classy and simple is the way to go! From the ceremony to the reception, everything went amazing. (Congrats Dave and Lindsey). From there me and my lovely lady hopped into the car and drove to Centerville, Tx to hang out with my parents for a weekend.

A BRUISE

On Saturday, I woke up and cooked a delicious breakfast of Apple Cinnamon pancakes and Omelets. Then after some time thowing the football....it began!

We (Jordan, Amiee and I) to take out my parents golf cart. Now this golf cart is not something you would hit the links with, it is gas powered and can get up and go. We started by riding on the roads, went and saw some horses, and had a good time. Then Jordan took the wheel. I recommended that we go back home (may it be noted) but he insisted that we show Amiee the back of the property.... 

So we were riding down the narrow paths that wind through my parents property, and after dodging and ducking under tree limbs, it happened...

Slowly, the vehicle pulled ever so slightly to the right...then...before I know it, we are all crushed under the weight of being thrown into trees and heavy brush!!! The golf cart came to rest on its side, me trying to hold it up and my little bro trapped under me and Amiee uncomfortably squished between me and the front of the cart. 

All of this because the steering column broke and all control was lost!!!

Damage Report: 

• I walked away with a scratch on my hand...
  
• Jordan had his legs cut up and a bruise on his thigh
• Amiee.....she has a bruise on her leg that looks like she got hit with a yardstick

All in all the weekend was amazing. We all walked away from the wreck laughing...

                             

Post-It Notes

They are such a staple of the office world. Who ever decided to invent this wonderful little blank piece of paper with a sticky strip should be awarded the title of "world's greatest thinker." So many incredible thoughts, pieces of information, and doodles (sp?) have been left on this 2"x2" space. Whether the color is traditional yellow, or some other variation, the principle of the things remians.

Yesterday, I got done with the 9:30 service at church, went to teach my sunday school class, and when I returned, my desk was riddled with these little gems. One on the phone, some on my computer, some on the desk itself. But when I was told there were some I had to find, I was ready for the task.

I searched drawers, I got under my desk on my back to look for them, I turned my desk area upside down and when I finally found them, I felt accomplished. So now they rest on my computer, covering every inch of space that is not a part of the screen! And they may never come down.

So, thank you Mr. Sticky Note inventor. Because of your idea, nay your dream, I am the happiest man alive.

Where are the words?

I am probably the worst person in the world to talk to when things are tough. I listen well, but if words of wisdom or comfort are being saught after, I'm probably not the best candidate. Not that I don't want to say something, or do something that is of worth that will improve the situation, but I always come up short.

This is something that I don't normally have on my mind, but it is here and I'm trying to figure it out. I know its not something I can change over night, but I want to be able to be the constant, solid, voice of comfort when anything happens.

I guess for now I am content in know that "words are remembered, but presence is!"
So here I am, without the right words to say, but with a heart that beats for you to be happy!

It's Official

I am no longer single. My stint in the "on the prowl" side of things ended on friday! Several reasons I'm excited about this.

• She's incredible.
• I think I have not been this excited about anything in a while (if ever).
• It happened on Halloween so I can't forget that for future reference.
• She was wearing an indian (native american to be PC) costume.
• She agreed to it despite me looking like an doofus(I said it) in my STARBURY outfit!

She's amazing. She's way out of my league. She is gorgeous. Hopefully she doesn't read this and change her mind because she realizes I'm an idiot! haha. 

In the words of Pure Prairie League:

Amiee what you want to do, I think I could stay with you for a while maybe longer if I do

A Lack of Oxygen

As you read this list of song titles, I want to think about their meaning. 

Take my breathe away - Berlin (Not Jessica Simpson)

No Air - Jordin Sparks

The Air That I Breathe - The Hollies

Now let me take this and spin it to what I think they really mean. 

I am one of the 1/3 Americans (according to a survey I made up for this blog) that suffer from Sleep Apnea, we know the truth behind these lyrics. Let me lay out a scenario for you. 

I (in a timely fashion) ready myself for bed. The covers are pulled back, the pillows are fluffed and I lay down on the left side of my bed (its my routine, and its adorable). The right side of my bed stays pretty well untouched throughout the night. As I sort through the veritable bevy of late 90's alt rock/pop lyrics, I slowly fade. As the eyelids get heavy and my body is winding down, I take deep, drawn-out breaths. A couple of minutes and I will be in a cylce of sleep........

But just when I get that, my body laughs, it says, and I quote, "Haha, you think your lungs will still work then you aren't conscious? You are wrong!" And right then, the struggle for my life begins. For the next eight hours, I experience things that can't be seen unless on an operation table at the hospital. I go up to a minute without breathing and just when its almost too late, I fight through and make it to the next breath!

And that is why I hate Jessica Simpson...oh, you don't follow me? Her (awful, horrendous, terrible, pathetic) remake of a great song is a slap in the face. It isn't music that she is singing, it is a blend of fear and sadness. 

Thank you Jessica Simpson! You have taken what was once treasured and turned it into a mockery.

 

Oh The Night That Changed It All...

Writing is therapy! So thats what I aim to convey. There are things in life that we do and people view them from their own vantage point and make assumptions. And all too often, I am guilty of sympathizing with, and changing what I do to appease others...but no more. 

As I sit at my desk writing this, I am exhausted. This weekend was wrought with late nights, early mornings and countless smiles. But whatever the moment, whoever the company, my mind was filled with thoughts of her. Even though at times she was sitting next to me, I was thinking about her. There seems to be a correlation between the speed of heart beat and her proximity to me! 

"So rest my heart she is waiting for you

Close my eyes and breath again

It won't be long till she is in your arms

You can't be close enough"

So it has happened! There seems to be no explanation. Saturday night changed it all. 

Fear...

I just watched "The Strangers"
Dumb idea. I hate scary movies, and now I can't help but think about it all the time.
Sleep is over rated, but this fear has made me think. And this song speaks to the fear in me!

Paddy Casey - Fear
So Lord please forgive me if my fear offend now
It's just so hard to transcend now
Cause when i ran away from my bad dream
The child inside was too scared and screamed

And I pray my child, live happy and long, Lord
And I hope she never, will sing this song....

To The One Person I Hope Will Read This

Time is constant, it ebbs and flows, there is something about it that is comforting and more about it that sparks timidity. There seems to be an unspoken respect for the vast uncertainty that time brings. Yet in spite of this feeling of angst, there is something in me that screams to rise up, grab this intangible concept of time and let it know that I am not restricted to its bounds.

There are things in life, people in life and events that are much to important and worthwhile to let the future decide. To take every day as it comes, to not spend time thinking about the "what may come" and to passionately pursue the "what is now", can be liberating.

Yet most people seem to be caught in the monotony of allowing the ticking of a clock, or the rise and fall of the sun that has not happened to determine the outcome of their decisions in the moment. Take heart in knowing that the God who has numbered our days does not let us know what all of them hold! He has a plan, that if we knew about, would find a way to screw up!

Here are the things that I care about and so desperately want to know as constant that I must take day by day!

• Accomplishing my goals in life in every aspect
• Meeting other peoples expectations
• Increasing my quality of life
• Enjoying the times when I am alone
• Examing my heart to know that I am where God wants me to be!

Those who wish to sing, always find a song!

May the song of your life, resonate through eternity!

Louisville, Kentucky

The Bluegrass State, I found myself on a plane to it. I was spending the weekend away on a mini-vacation. Here's a rundown of my time there...

• Lou (Small dog) became my best friend...
• I went to my first big college football game
• Ate at "The Irish Rover" and was amazed
• Successfully doubled the amount of flights I have been on in my life
• Ended the weekend perfectly! 

Louisville, Kentucky. Quaint little (big) town (city) that is over-all pretty impressive. I recommend a visit. 

Highlights Of My Day

This will be short and sweet!

Things about my day that make it better than yours.

1. Waking up and watching SportsCenter before school.
2. Being at school and feeling like I learned something.
3. Being counter-productive this afternoon with Kyle
4. Hanging out at my place with the people I like the most.
5. Sitting on the couch and singing while someone listens.
6. Having a dinner party and eating superfluous pepperoni's.
7. Cuddling!!!

That is all....

I can't stop smiling.

Hark! The Herald...Christmas Music Already?

Its October, its not cold outside, Haloween has not occured, and Baseball is still being played...what does this mean? It means, its not time for CHRISTMAS music. But, despite what I feel and think, it is already happening.

I went to a meeting today to plan this years annual, Christmas Concert. Now, in and of themselves, Christmas carols are not horrible. But when Michael W. Smith gets his filthy mits on them, thats when they really become amazing (enter sarcasm here). I sat and listened to songs that simply confounded me. To think that people can willingly sit and listen to that type of music and not automatically become jealous of Helen Keller, is a mystery.

No matter what happens, I'm sure I will just hold my tongue, smile, and play the music and try to forget about it immediately. Let it be known...If I see Michael W. Smith, I will have words....

At Church All Day!!!

This morning I rolled out of bed, Got dressed in natty atire (jeans, t-shirt and JACKET). I was so excited that it was cool enough (and so was I) to wear a jacket. I got in my obviously stylish ride and headed to work. 

Now, most people work 9a-5p or a little longer and go home to dinner and bed. But do I get to do that? NO WAY!!! I get to my office at 8a-9a, then go to meetings, do paperwork, e-mail people for the day, eat a quick lunch, and then start getting ready for youth!

This translates into a 13 hour day at work. Now, as long as that sounds, I get free meals, and I get to do amazing stuff like, record and write music. Its ideal.  

Today, I felt really good because I have been inspired :) to write a lot of new songs and I got to record them today. I am pretty pumped. My night will be over at 6p and then I get to go home, watch TV, do some homework, and then drift off to sleep. Overall, I think I have it pretty good.

-Free food + Song writing + Facebooking = Awesome!

I Swear She Makes Me Quiet....

Today, I am in the midst of a hard day at work. I had staff chapel at 9:15 am and went straight from there to CPR/First Aid Training and by the time I woke up from that lull, it was 12:30 pm and I have gotten nothing accomplished. I am now racing the clock to to try and get chord charts made, planning center all lined up and figure out what to do in my guitar lesson today. Why is it that the smallest of tasks seem huge in light of time shortage? 

This weekend was so long and I came to realize one thing...the importance of sleep! Although I had an eventful, fun weekend, I am feeling it right around my eyes. I spent too much time running around and being busy and totally missed out on rest.

One good thing did come out of this past weekend. I started to think about why I keep falling for this girl. Ready for a list....because here it comes.

• She has a way of seeing through me
• She makes me smile
• She has the most amazing smile
• She doesn't play stupid games
• She's the one who I can be myself around

A bit sappy. Sorry. Now to finish with something manly to regain my status as a male.

I LOVE FOOTBALL. Done

Thats A Good Point Bear, We Should Try That....

I am absolutely crazy about this weather...it makes my heart sing. Speaking of singing, I think it behooves you to go to my bands show and hear me sing. October 11th...DEAL!

In other news. I have decided to grow my hair out. Lets hear how long you think I should get it.

And Another One (Finger) Bites the Dust.

Thursday night. Double-header softball game. Let me start there.

Game #1 was amazing. I hit an inside the park homerun and got to show off my wheels. We won and played pretty well.

Game #2 was equally amazing. We scored 24 runs as a team and won both games. Here is the only negatuve thing that happened. I may have messed up my right hand a lot more!

Let me give you a vision into what that looks like. I already have a broken, mangled pinky that needs surgery. What else could make that hand look worse? A dislocated thumb!!! And thats what I got.

I was playing first base, left handed batter hits a ground ball pretty well down the first base line. I make a SportsCenter worthy play, moving to my left and after the stop, I get to the bag before the runner and I swore I heard it....duh nuh nuh, duh nuh nuh (SC Theme).

What happened as a result is that my entire body weight (way too much) all came down on my glove hand thumb! It dislocated and is now bruised and swollen! I may need to look into a hand modeling career.

Why Am I Excited About October?

Forget my long blogs and somewhat pedantic attempts at writing perfection. I am just going to create a list!

1. My broken pinky is getting fixed
2. I am going on a trip
3. I get to wear sweaters
4. Cool(er) weather
5. I have a girlfriend
6. My girlfriend is Hot (gorgeous)!
7. Halloween and its shennanigans
8. Beef Stew
9. Beef Stew Omelets
10. Hot Chocalate
11. Gasoline Fights

If Those things don't get you excited, you are not human...Well maybe you're human, but you're French!

The Foolish Condition That is My Heart...

I am stretched and confounded by my schedule. I spend four days at work, two days at school, and one day trying to recover. There has got to be something more than this!

I find myself in a constant battle for quiet. Struggling to make it to the pillow. But when I get there, I can't stop! My mind aimlessly wanders through random thoughts, music and lines. Where is the still?

I want to be able to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I can trust! I hate having these thoughts and killing myself over what probably isn't true!

Kenny G...He Stayed at My House!

Two words...

4 Syllables...

One Great Weekend!!!

Of course, you know of what I speak. HURRICANE IKE. It single-handedly invaded the coast of Texas and forced a mass evacuation. Among the evacuees, were members of my family who live in the Houston area. I received a call on Friday morning and was notified that my parents and little brother (3); Sister, Husband and Children (4); Oldest Brother, Wife and Children (5), were coming to my neck of the woods. I was excited about it, a little scared and even a smidge adventerous. But first lets do the math....3+4+5+my existing household=14 Humans (and as I would find out not much later, 3 Dogs).

Now, I live in a nice yet small duplex. The entirety of my family did not sleep at my house, but a brunt of the time was spent there (as well as Chuck E. Cheese). Where it gets complicated is in the fact that we are ascendants of giants. There is nothing small about our stature, our hearts or our appetites. So, now that you have this picture in your head, let me fill in the gray areas with colorful commentary.

1. Dogs

*Vagus (My roomies lab)

*Max (My parents lab)

*KENNY (G) Cocker (My Oldest brothers dog)

-This made for a fun time. My parents dog is part Clydesdale and my roommates dog perpetually smells like a dissected pig in biology lab, and then there is Kenny. I could write an epic novel about this noble warrior of a dog, but to sum it up, I will use the phrase "afro-crazed, blind, sometimes deaf, slow, yet loving"

Here is the mark made on me by Kenny.

1. He gets pissed at his food while he eats. I may need to try that sometime

2. He does three things, in this order.

• Sleeps
• Eats
• Craps

3. He did all three of those....IN MY LIVING ROOM FLOOR! 

Thanks family for an exciting, fun-filled weekend...but especially thanks to Kenny for making his mark on my life...and carpet!!!

  

What Grinds My Gears?

I was at my humble abode last night and I was enjoying a great evening of relaxation. The TV was but the conductor to the symphony of silence that was present in my semi-shifting consciousness, and then it happened!

I was drifting in and out of sleep, when the roar of the crowd or the SportsCenter theme would resound, I would rouse from my sleep for a minute or two and then drift slowly back to that glorious weight of my eyelids closing. But then I did what I hate doing! I fell asleep in front of the TV.

This is normally a welcomed environment when taking naps, but when my entire nights sleep is spent on the recliner, I get mad. As I do so often, let me give you a bulleted list of what went down.

-I fell asleep and although uncomfortable, I was content with my feet propped up.
-After a few hours of not waking from this chair, my body paniced!!!
-The clock read, 4:58am
-I went to my bed, and could not fall asleep again.
-I was robbed of an entire night of sleep because my body clock is now that of someone on the other side of the world! (too bad the olympics aren't on still)

Dear Me,
Lets not do that again. We know how much your mind hates your body at this moment and we should avoid further conflict.

I may have a broken pinky....

The well-kempt grass. The smell of the summer night air, the sounds of metal bats and baseball gloves popping. Am I at a Ranger's game? NO!!!!

Tomorrow it starts. Another season of softball! I am so pumped for this season. I went out and got myself a new glove, I have been hitting in the batting cages and working on my fielding with Kyle (I love you!). All of my efforts are being to put into motion so that tomorrow night at 9pm, the world (of mansfield softball at big league dreams) will fear the name Joshua Nix (even my own teammates...if they know whats good for them).

Here is how I picture tomorrows game going.

-I go 4-4 at the plate, and hit for the cycle...but not the normal cycle, the homerun cycle (solo, 2-run, 3-run, and grand-slam). I am good for it, I just need to have runners on base, come on guys!
-I make Ozzie Smith look like a hobo in the field.
-I do all of this with a broken pinky. Now re-read the first two and be more impressed!

SOFTBALL IS HERE!!!
Catch the fever (Pun intended)

First Day of School....For The Semester

Here I sit, waiting for my last class of the day begin. It is the first day of the fall semester and I wish every day could be like this. The teachers only talk for 15-20 minutes. There is an excitement in everyone...it is perfect.

Despite the amazing atmosphere that surrounds the opening day of classes, it never fails that in every class there is that ONE person who will haunt you for the entirety of your semester.
In my first class, his name is AARON!!! This kid is treat!

He had a reply for everything the prof. said. He thinks that by throwing big words into sentences, it warrants him wasting our time and his breath.

I am sure the stories will fill these pages in the months to come.

I Think I Blacked Out...

Last night, one of the most incredible things happened to me! I did not go skydiving, wrestle with a polar bear, or save a small child from the clutches of death. But I did get to eat dinner, hang out with, and play along side my favorite musician/singer/songwriter!!!

Last night, my band, The Roustabouts, got the opportunity to play a concert with SHANE AND SHANE. Now before you say, "Josh, you are too excited about this", Let me paint you a picture as I so often (sometimes too frequently) do.

Here we go on a journey of words.

I am restringing my guitar in my office, I hear some say "Shane and Shane are here" with moderate enthusiasm. I run outside to see...and its them. Now I am pretty happy at this very moment. But it gets better. They had backed there black ford f-150 right next to Sugg's (my drummers) car.
He was outside to start the process of taking his drum kit inside. He opens the door of this truck to ask the people inside. Upon doing so, he is face to face with Shane Barnard. It was pretty cool.

After that moment. We were inside setting up and waiting to sound check. Shane Barnard being the kind man that he is, was being cordial and came to talk to me. Well, what happened next was epic. Here's a sample of how the convo went.

Shane: Hey, I'm shane.
Me: Hi I'm josh?
Shane: Nice to meet you
Me:(undescernable low grunt)
Shane: I look forward to hearing you guys play)
Me:(Shoulder shrug accompanied by undescernable low grunt)

As the night went on I loosened up. And actually carried on a full conversation of some inteligble dissonance. All in all, it was one of the most amazing nights I my life. I have pictures to prove it happened!!!

A Week Away

I sit in my recliner, 7 days away from one of the most incredible experiences of my life. In one week, I will be playing a show with one of my all-time favorite musicians. Shane and Shane are coming to my "house" to sing Mansfield stupid.

Here are some reasons I am nervous:
-I am vocally inferior to them
-I have ripped most of my songs straight from their stuff
-I am afraid I will wet my pants when shaking their hands

So, it is worth it for you to come and see me in whatever state of being I stumble in to. Whether I manage to maintain my composure, or I break down and become an emotional basket-case, it will be entertaining.

"In the moment when life becomes too great for the soul of man, and there is light only when your eyes are closed, get lost in the moment!"

Chasing the dream...And we are the dream

Lets just face the facts. When you think about the Olympics, one thing comes to mind, Michael Phelps... But just for a second, lets shift our focus to something a bit more astounding. Although the U.S. is leading everyone in the medal count, the majority of these are bronze. Is this a sign of our nation's athletic prowess, or just a melee of mediocrity. Seriously?

Now, we all know for a fact that winning a medal in the Olympics is a big deal. I would give my little brothers left arm for a chance to simply compete at that level. But in this frenzy of fine-tuned athletic machines known as the human body, anything but medaling is considered a loss.

Now, my competitive nature agrees. And to be completely honest, and as shallow as it is, I could not agree more. Its win or go home U.S.

Now lets look at why we win. It boils down to this:
-Michael Phelps is 81% Jesus
*How else do you explain his buoyancy?
-Nastia and Shawn are in fact Romanian
*Its not called "gym'nice'tics"
-Tyson Gay obviously runs in Nike Pumps
*He is a 5 pump guy...perfect blend of comfort and support!

Find a fault in what is written...excluding Chinese passports(They're 16? Really China?)!

Let the Hilarity Ensue!

So here I sit in Glen Rose, Texas at a staff planning retreat. Now, there are few things I enjoy more than a good meeting. Such as, repeated kicks to the shins, unwarrented kicks to the groin, and hapless punches to the face! BUT...being here I have come to realize that meetings can be fun.

Let me lay out the scenario for you.
1. I am at a swanky facility with my own room, this room has a garden tub.
-This means that I will be sleeping soundly, and I get to take bubble bath. (sorry for the mental image)
2. I get to hang out with Jake, Johnny and Karen and we really are not that formal.
-We have already made some moderately borderline jokes...
3. I get all of this for free!
-The church has paid for all of this. Including meals!

1+2+3= I LOVE MY JOB!

My advice...Try to find something you love and do that!! It makes life enjoyable.

Its the start of something better.

Recap of my weekend:

-Spent a bulk of my time in Buffalo

-Said goodbye to a friend

-Said hello to my new position at work

-Found out that Kyle is a sweetheart

Now, I am not one for emotional writing and this is not emotional. Things come and go and there are times when I am content and times when I feel that there is something better. Right now, this is as good as it gets.

To those moving, may you be blessed

To those staying, may you be moved!

Hey Now!

As I walk up the stairs to an empty room, I was thinking about lots of things and as I frequently do, I was singing a song in my head. Here are lyrics:

Hey we're just bleeding for nothing
Its hard to breath when you're standing on your own
We'll kill youself to find freedom
You'll kill yourself to find anything at all
(Hey Now by Augustana)

To me this incapsulates so much of my thoughts and even though it is only four lines long, it speaks volumes to where i am in life. I know this is artsy and emotional, but thats where I am today.

Its a start...

So, in light of recent times and things beyond my control, I have given in to the blogging world. I seldom have things that are worth or worthy of being put into writing but this here for that off chance. But more important, I am not long winded and so most of the time, breif, non-descript stories or experiences will not exceed a paragraph or two.

So, this is hopefully the start of something I will maintain for at least a while.

Happy reading and good day!