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If the unfathomable news coming out of Moore, OK doesn’t humble you, you’re not a human...

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:41:51 -0500

If the unfathomable news coming out of Moore, OK doesn’t humble you, you’re not a human being.

Prayers to all effected. Sad, sad day.

Django. Fucking Django.

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:21:02 -0500

Django. Fucking Django.

LOL

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:16:29 -0500

LOL

beardstofuck: dear wet pants. Charlie. Charlie makes me and my...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 23:52:55 -0500

beardstofuck:

dear wet pants.

Charlie. Charlie makes me and my vagina happy.

Ice Cube. Have one with your beverage today.

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 23:45:19 -0500

Ice Cube. Have one with your beverage today.

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Tue, 09 Apr 2013 23:38:49 -0500

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Oh, Kevin… You make me giggle

Ha! Look at that little horse moonwalking. I laughed and...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 21:54:12 -0500

Ha! Look at that little horse moonwalking. I laughed and laughed.

titsandsass: 11 days ‘til opening day Yep

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 19:26:21 -0500

titsandsass:

11 days ‘til opening day

Yep

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Sat, 09 Mar 2013 09:11:24 -0600

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Neat!

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Fri, 01 Feb 2013 14:01:11 -0600

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Ha!

Good morning and happy birthday to me from my dog, who is taking...

Thu, 31 Jan 2013 08:27:06 -0600

Good morning and happy birthday to me from my dog, who is taking up most of my bed AND pillows.

Honestly, I really don’t mind because she is human to me.

Oh yeah, I haven’t posted in like, a year. So….there’s that.

I have a friend that can stick a finger in each other their nostril...

Wed, 10 Oct 2012 20:46:04 -0500

No way?!? I think I know someone who can do the same thing….

Self Control

Sat, 22 Sep 2012 20:59:26 -0500

I’m starting a 7-day cleansing diet tomorrow. I’ve never been great at dieting, but this particular plan seems somewhat doable. Tomorrow will be nothing but fruit, particularly melons. Monday with be all veggies. I like all of these things, so let’s hope I can stay on track because losing 10-15 lbs would make me quite happy.

Death....

Sat, 22 Sep 2012 01:47:58 -0500

….isn’t it what we live for? I mean, as soon a we’re born we begin to die. Second by second, day by day. Everyone leaves a different way, but ultimately it’s all the same. Our soul leaves its vessel and well, depending on what you believe, it goes a different way.

As a nurse I accept death. It’s just a part of life; something I deal with just about every day. I have learned to cope for the most part. I just do my best to not get attached. That strategy has seemed to work well thus far.

But…..

A four year old little boy came in for yet another blood transfusion today. His second in the last two weeks. His diagnosis: sickle cell anemia. A potent disease for African Americans. As I poked him with a needle to begin the process of the transfusion, an extreme sadness came over me. I thought to myself, “Although I’m prolonging this child’s life, he’s not going to get better. This disease is not going to go away. He will pass on soon….his parents will be left with a gaping hole in their hearts.” I’m crying as I type this, but it’s these things that humble me; that keep me human.

The little boy let me put in the IV without a fight. It’s something that he’s become accustomed to. Four-year old kids should cry when they scrape their knees; be sad when they aren’t picked in Red Rover. Four-year olds shouldn’t be the tough guy in the hospital every two weeks for treatment.

Honestly, I don’t know where I’m going with this post, but my heart is extremely heavy. This kid was a champ. Such an inspiration. He spoke about playing football and baseball, both things that he’ll never get the chance to do.

Life is unfair. Why this kid? Why such an awful disease? Why? Why? WHY? I can’t fathom any of this, but there is one thing I know for sure; don’t take anything for granted. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. Live today for what it is and love unconditionally. It all sounds cliche, but I’ve never believed it to be so true.

It’s crazy, those little things in life. Those little things open your eyes to something so much bigger, whatever that may be.

Beards, tattoos, and rock n roll

Wed, 19 Sep 2012 22:53:53 -0500

I’m going to try to stay caught up on this little blog site in hope that some sexy bearded, tattooed, rock and roll God will find his way into my life. You dig?

Alrighty then.

"With great beard, comes great responsibility. And pussy. Lots of pussy."

Wed, 19 Sep 2012 22:44:45 -0500

“With great beard, comes great responsibility. And pussy. Lots of pussy.”

- The Lord of the Beards (via thelordofthebeards)
I’ll give my pussy to a great beard and whatnot…

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Wed, 19 Sep 2012 22:42:57 -0500

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Does he look like a bitch? What? Say what one more time!!!

Lazy hearts

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 15:09:03 -0500

I like to get on here and randomly heart y’alls posts. I often think of things I’d like to write about, but I’m just too damn lazy to do it.

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Mon, 07 May 2012 17:47:17 -0500

Assholes, bitch twats, and dick bags.

Unfortunately they are alive and well in east Texas.

Anyhow, I graduate on Thursday. That’s quite exciting.

But…I think I’m going to say goodbye to this place for good. I know I don’t post much as it is, but the real world is waiting for me and I’m ready to tackle the assholes, bitch twats, and dick bags like a defensive lineman on steroids.

It’s been a joy realizing that many of y’alls lives are just as fucked up as mine.

Keep on livin’ the life and whatnot.

Deuces, mother fuckers.

(drops mic, walks away)

Sports

Fri, 04 May 2012 01:33:15 -0500

I’ve spent the last two years of my life fully invested in nursing school. Alright…maybe not fully invested, but the stress of school has stayed in my mind every day for a looooong time.

I finished my preceptorship (kinda like an internship without pay) Tuesday morning. Now all that I have left between me and graduation is my final which is Monday.

I’ve studied here and there for it, but I’ve been able to get back into sports (not just baseball) in the last few days.

Let me tell you, it’s been the best 3.5 days ever.

I’m getting to watch baseball games other than just Ranger games. I was able to watch Chipper Jones and Jason Giambi hit walk-offs on the same day (this is a big deal because they’re both >40yrs old). I watched a triple OT hockey playoff game and it was incredible.

I’ve watched the teen sensation known as Bryce Harper step up to the majors and make the game his bitch. He’s a badass.

I shed a tear with Mariano Rivera when he broke the news that his ACL is torn. Yeah, he’s a Yankee, but any dude with as much class as him (and 608 saves) doesn’t deserve to lose his career to an injury sustained while shagging batting practice.

Needless to say, I’ve been able to enjoy sports again. The way sports are intended to be enjoyed…or something like that. I love the camaraderie of team sports. I love watching the underdogs make it to the top.

As Brad Pitt so elegantly put it in Moneyball, “It’s hard not to feel romantic about baseball.” As this is true, it’s hard not feel romantic about sports in general.

Sports.