I Don't Deny My Roots

Look what popped up on the good ol' facebooks this morning.

I bit that last note. Oh well, never picked up that horn again. 

Oh and while we're at it...

Not my proudest moments, but I didn't know that then. I do still have that camouflage jacket. I wear it as a wrist warmer.

Ending Is The Beginning

About to start the weekend ritual for the last time this season. Friday night football game followed by a long Saturday of last minute tweaks and then rolling the whole thing down and hill and hoping it misses every pothole.

Here's this years senior class photo with me.



You can tell I'm going to miss them.


So what's next?.....

There Was A Camp

The day after Yuula was born I had to teach. I was there, but it was weird. There reality of having a new baby hadn't sunk in and kinda didn't until Thursday, at which point I became manically depressed and spent the last block of camp playing baseball with a rifle, watching Mark Willis do Single Ladies and taking a nap. Good camp. Crap drill. I'll fix it. Photos.











What are they watching you ask?....

Human Centipede


Creepy Lip Sync

When I Was A Mello

To this day I don't know how we didn't win the championship that year.

Alma Matre Represents

For the first time since I graduated high school, I am jealous of the Jackson Memorial Marching Jaguars. Those lucky little punks got to march in the ticker tape parade celebrating the Giants Super Bowl win (which was over the undefeated Patriots, as if I needed to remind you). They got to witness Michael Strahan announcing how they "stomped out" those fools. Read the article here. It's weird how I don't even know some of these people, or their older siblings.


That's all I got. I'm tipsy.