Free Bird

Charlie Daniels:

A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.

written en route to the funeral for his friend, Ronnie Van Zant of the band, Lynyrd Skynyrd.

The Dawg!

I'm not going to comment or defend anything that my good friend Duane has said recently. Even though I don't watch his show I did have a run in with him 2 weeks ago at a Halloween party. Thanks for the picture bro.

Congratulations

Aren't they sweet. I just wanted to wish the two of you a happy life together. I also wanted to put up a picture so everyone that couldnt make it would be able to see. Which would be anyone not in this picture. Thanks for including me dute! luv you guys!

8th of November

Watch the video, Read the story, Remember what others have given for our freedom!

Big & Rich - 8th of November

He said goodbye to his momma

As he left South Dakota

To fight for the Red, White, and Blue

He was 19 in green with a new M-16

Just doin’ what he had to do.

He was dropped in the jungle

Where the choppers would rumble

With the smell of napalm in the air

Then the sargeant said, “Look up ahead”

And like a dark, evil cloud

1,200 came down on him and 29 more

They fought for their lives

But most of them died

In the 173rd Airborne

On the 8th of November,

The angels were cryin’

As they carried his brothers away

With the fire rainin’ down

And the Hell all around

There were few men left standin’ that day

Saw the eagle fly,

Through a clear, blue sky

1965, the 8th of November

Now hes 58

And his ponytails grey

But the battle still plays in his head

He limps when he walks,

But hes strong when he talks

About the shrapnel they left in leg

He puts on a grey suit

Over his airborne tattoo

He ties it on one time a year

And remembers the fallen,

As he orders a tall one

And swallows it down with his tears

On the 8th of November,

The angels were cryin’

As they carried his brothers away

With the fire rainin’ down

And the Hell all around

There were few men left standin’ that day

Saw the eagle fly,

Through a clear, blue sky

1965, the 8th of November

He said goodbye to his momma

As he left South Dakota

To fight for the Red, White, and Blue

He was 19 in green with a new M-16

Just doin’ what he had to do.

Misplaced

Misplaced
1. put in the wrong place
2. lost temporarily; as especially put in an unaccustomed or forgotten place; "the mislaid hat turned up eventually"
3. To bestow (confidence, for example) on an improper, unsuitable, or unworthy person or idea.

Have you ever felt Misplaced? Out of sync? Like everything is there, but it just doesn’t fit together like it should? The repetition of reminiscing on something, but being lost as to what it was. Where do you belong and when does it all fit in? The seasons have changed, but now winter comes before the autumn.

“lost temporarily”. That means looking forward to finally figuring out the destination, or being found.

I have to say thanks to a good friend for having the perfect adjective for this strange emotion.
Maybe this song is a little misplaced in this blog or maybe in some strange way I just figured out where I wanted to put it after all this time. :)

LAST STAND IN OPEN COUNTRY - Willie Nelson & Kid Rock

I was looking for America, in a western movie
Saw a young gun slinger with something to prove
And I came lookin'... like anybody else,
I came searchin'...like anybody else
Lookin' for that golden calf.

And I came shooting for the stars, like any young blood
I found a fat cat city and a crooked judge
I killed anything standing in my path
I killed anything till I laid my hands
Laid'em on the golden calf

Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you
This is the last dance for this kind of man
I'm still lookin' for something to prove

I come around full circle, aged like an old dog
Lookin' at them young bucks just green as frogs
But I ain't layin' back no time to laugh
I ain't layin' back
There's new kids a comin' gunning for that golden calf

I was looking for America in a western movie
I saw pike bishop stridin' through aqua verde
He was headin' down that dusty path
Headin down to that blood bath
chasin' down that golden calf

But there's always someone faster
Someone quicker on the draw
Someone with a hunger closin' in
Some younger steppin' up to be
The next outlaw

Oh I'm still looking for something to prove
This our last stand...
This our last stand...
This our last stand...
This our last stand...

Big Trees

My fortune cookie today said "Big trees catch the wind"

Hunting Season

I got a deer!
Unfortunatly I didn't have my bow or my gun. :(

Beautiful Blues

» Mr. E's Beautiful Blues - Eels «

The smokestack spitting black soot into the sooty sky

The load on the road brings a tear to the indian's eye

The elephant won't forget what it's like inside his cage

The ringmaster's telecaster sings on an empty stage

Aha

Goddamn right it's a beautiful day, aha

Goddamn right it's a beautiful day , aha

The girl with the curls and the sweet pink ribbon in her hair

She's crawling out her window 'cause her daddy

He just don't care

Come on

Aha

Goddamn right it's a beautiful day, aha

Goddamn right it's a beautiful day, aha

The clown with the frown driving down to the sidewalk fair

Finger on the trigger let me tell you gave us quite a scare

Goddamn right it's a beautiful day, aha

Goddamn right it's a beautiful day, aha

The kids flip their lids when their ids hear that crazy sound

My neighbor digs the flavor still he's moving to another town

And I don't believe he'll come back

Goddamn right it's a beautiful day, aha

Goddamn right it's a beautiful day, aha

Well i don't know how you take in all the shit you see

No don't believe anyone and most of all

Don't believe me

Believe you

Goddamn right it's a beautiful day, aha

Goddamn right it's a beautiful day, aha

Goddamn right it's a beautiful day, aha

Goddamn right it's a beautiful day, aha

Apocalypto

Monday , September 17, 2007

SACRAMENTO — Seconds after killing a 21-year-old father during a suspected home-invasion robbery on Friday, two suspects fired a bullet into the head of the man's 7-month-old son who was seated in a car seat, police said this weekend as they released new details on the case.
Investigators initially reported that the father, Sean Paul Aquitania, was killed inside a home after an attempted robbery and that his infant son, Sean Paul Aquitania Jr., was accidentally caught in the crossfire. But a more thorough investigation throughout the weekend determined that the son had been murdered execution-style in the car seat of his dad's Chevrolet Malibu.
"We are angered as law enforcement officers and disturbed as human beings that anyone could commit such an unconscionable act against an innocent child," said sheriff's spokesman Sgt. Tim Curran.
Authorities are still searching for the suspects, Curran said.
Aquitania — who had tattoos of his baby's hand and footprint on his forearms — drove to a home on Country Greens Court shortly before 2 p.m. Friday to visit friends. He left the infant in the car and went to the front door. Two young men answered, and two other men ran up and forced their way inside, Curran said.
A melee erupted, and Aquitania received at least two bullets in the upper body. The two suspects ran away, stopping to shoot the baby. No one else was injured, Curran said.
A 24-year-old man inside the house ran to his car and drove to get help, Curran said, and a 21-year-old man ran out of the house, scooped the baby out of the car and went door to door looking for help.
A school bus driver saw the 21-year-old man and the baby, opened the doors and held the dying infant, Curran said. The baby was taken to UC Davis Medical Center, where he was pronounced dead about 5:15 p.m.

Ecclesiastes 9:11

I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.