Sunday, March 26, 2006

Yoohoo and Gunpowder

This afternoon after church some of the Sons of Zion gathered at our happy hunting ground (aka "The Farm") to do a little bonding with nature. And by bonding with nature I mean shooting stuff with shotguns. Very fun.
Me, Cal-El, his brother, Islamabad and his little brother, 2 people who I don't have cool names for, and a new addition from The Church set on the Hills who named himself inadvertantly, The Red Dragon Knight of the PB's.
So we all set out on our adventure to shoot the enemy, which were clay pigeons, or skeets depending on where you live. Quickly we realized that this was no fun since only one person, Cal-el's little brother, was able to hit them. Instead we turned to more interesting targets like about 6 glass bottles of YooHoo. Which made excellent targets.
I was the first to shoot the YooHoo and we all cheered with excitment when I squeezed the trigger and watched the glass, wrapper, and yoohoo totally evaporate before our eyes. I mean there was nothign left, except a very distinct smell as you went to where the remains would have been which smelled like Yoohoo and Gunpowder. And a little like hot chocolate. Probably because the speed at which the tiny little bb's were speeding through the glass and milk it heated the milk to hot chocolate consistancy. Thats just a hypothesis though.
Now I know what you are asking.....Where are the pictures?

I am almost ashamed to say that I forgot a camera, and so did everyone else, and so I relied on my ability to paint you a picture using my words. So enjoy, and drink a YooHoo for the hustle & flow.


Friday, March 17, 2006

Top O' The Mornin' To Ya'

Happy St. Patrick's Day!
I dedicate a post for all my Irish brethren.


Sure, a little bit o' Heaven fell from out of the sky one day
And nestled on the ocean in a spot so far away
And the angels found it, sure it looked so sweet and fair
They said suppose we leave it, for it looks so peaceful there!
So they sprinkled it with star dust, just to make the shamrocks grow

'Tis the only place you'll find them
No matter where you go
Then they dotted it with silver
To make its lakes so grand
And when they had it finished
Sure they called it Ireland!

So everyone kiss the Blarney stone for eloquence and 'aye' have a great St. Patty's Day!

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Early Morning Poetry

2:30 AM.....why am I up? Here's a poem that I whipped up while I was waiting to go to bed.

O' New Love!
So fresh and green.
It captures us so unaware,
and holds us warmly in its arms.

I can't escape it's drawing power.
It pulls me in, and leaves me swimming
and dreaming in a thousand stars
All streaming across the sky.

It's a rush.
A sprinters burst of speed,
That sweetly distiles into marathon's melodic pace.

What's the price of such a treasure as this?
Your heart.
Or at least the portion of it you give to the person
In whom's arms you find all of this glorious thing called