Deep In The Forrest

I popped by "However" (Chelly's blog) and nicked this quotation... "Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts." ( -Jim Morrison ) This got me thinking... Some of my worst mistakes have probably been haircuts too... although not all of them (I will post a few photographs of some of these tragic haircuts I had just as soon as I get my hands on some). I've had a few 'doosies' and "near miss" incidents in my life, as well as things I wish I hadn't done... but we can't go back, can we? Sometimes when I go home (home to Mom & Dad's house), I feel the essence of my youth, and I seem to expect a time warp of sorts... as if I am there long enough, then maybe all of a sudden the 'kids' will all come driving up the driveway and things will be like they are supposed to be again. Once again, things will go back to being 'right'. I close my eyes tightly, then when I open them I look down at the end of the ...

Motorhead... surely the cure for any blues...

Back to life, back to reality... Back to the here and now yeah! Yeah, back to it... The weekend really did pass off way too fast [once again]. Seems like time is constantly moving into a fast-forward mode, more each day. I didn't get very much done over the weekend, not like I'd planned. I didn't get to go and see the Reverend Horton Heat Show at the Young Avenue Deli . Seems like that happens alot nowadays. I can't get anyone to really go anywhere or do anything fun... it's a bummer sometimes. Actually with the Reverend Horton Heat show, once it was nearly time just from the hassle of worrying over getting prepared and trying to go, I was put off it anyway so I didn't care anymore. So I played video games a bit, tried to get some things done and went down to my Parents' house Sunday night to visit. First off, I arrived later than my Mother desired, so as is becoming the trend, she greeted me in a bad mood. I've talked about this before, she's not t...

I just want to take a moment to honor those who have passed in the line of duty standing up for what they believe in, and fighting for the freedoms that we sometime take so for granted. You are appreciated, missed and loved. Thanks to you, and those of you who are still out there, fighting hard for your families, our country and sacraficing yourselves, being away from your families and fighting for a freedom that we know is definitely not free... Our hearts are with you today and always. Memorial Day is Every Day...

Happy Friday, enjoy the long weekend!

"Sometimes at night, I see their faces, I feel the traces they left on my soul. Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul." -Bob Seger He had always asked me, "Where were you five years ago??" Every time, I would smile, sometimes replying, "I don't know, I was waiting for you." But no matter how tight I closed my eyes and wished, five years before, I couldn't go back, and he hadn't been there. Still I couldn't help but imagine how it might have turned out if we had met five years earlier. Valentine's Day that year, was the first and last time that anyone had ever made me feel truly special. He'd come down early that day to spend a few hours before work like he often did. When I answered the door, he greeted me with the same sweet intensity that I had I had come to know from him, the vibrant smile and in his hand a decorative gift bag which he handed to me. "Happy Valentine's Day." he said, staring into my eyes...

Truly survival of the fittest and why I admire animals so much! Video is around 8 minutes, if you have the time it's really cool-watch it. This is to tide you guys over until I finish "Butterflies Part Five". I will be posting it today, so come back and check maybe in a bit! :)