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| Today marked the beginning of soccer season in the Northwest part of OKC, and the founders of the tournament in their infinite wisdom decided many moons ago to call the first tourny of the year the Annual Spring Thaw. Mother Nature, having the vicious sense of humor that we have all come to love, decides every year to enflict unsuspecting players with sub-40 temperatures and monsoon rains. Nothing thawed today my fellow readers. Nothing. I was, and still am, numb from the neck down. Don't let your mind wander too much with that thought. The good news is that my PCWest Patriot men had a quite a successful day. Despite an opening loss to the cornfed, white, Goliathesque men of Edmond North, the PC West Patriots ended the day with a win over Yukon and PCO. To my knowledge, West has never beaten PCO, and the last time they took it to Yukon, Bush Senior was still distributing his Thousand Points of Light. All this to say, it has been a good day in Patriot Country. We joyously left the field chanting something in Spanish, that to my knowledge was school appropriate, but if not, ignorance is bliss. Next up...Capitol Hill High School. So bring your Spanish/English Dictionary and come out and catch the festivities next Thursday! Ole! | | |
| People! I happened to venture on to my old site to find that so many of you lovely people are still on Xanga. Delightful! Delightful indeed! This officially marks the comeback of Zodzilla3000. Strike up the band! Hmmm...where to start......I am married. That's enough for now. More to come! | | |
| So I have decided something for my life that I think is going to make a huge difference in the way I view my surroundings. I am going to strive to do one thing every week that scares me. I figure it's healthy for every red-blooded American male to stick his neck out every once in a while. With that in mind, let me tell you about my weekend. It was quite an experience if I do say so myself. AND I DO!
I have gotten on this kick of not spending any money that isn't absolutely vital to my survival. I've been riding a bike or walking to school, and I have been cooking at home rather than going out to eat. It has actually been a nice change of pace for me. It is really helping me slow down and enjoy myself. Anyhoo! On Saturday my buddy Joe Kasey and myself decide that rather than drive to Stillwater, we are going to hitch-hike. It was a genius idea, that resulted in an incredible and eye-opening weekend. Mark Chronister took us as far as Edmond, and from there we loaded up on jerky and water (essential for any hike). Two girls from Guthrie were the first to pick us up and they took us as far as Guthrie before they dropped us off. So far the trip was pretty much uneventful. The next girl that picked us up (please girls if you are ever by yourself, DO NOT pick up hitch-hikers) was probably about 27, and her word of choice for the whole morning was the F-bomb. Quite attractive, quite attractive. There is nothing more attractive than a girl whose only means of communication is a slang term for "getting your groove on". The rest of our conversation was quite eye-opening. Let's just say that had I been an undercover narcotics officer, this girl would have been toast, and I would have been promoted to Captain over night. So to teach her a lesson we stole her purse, and slit her tires after she dropped us off........I'm kidding of course........we actually killed her.........again I'm only kidding..............Joe did it.
At one o'clock in the morning after spending the entire day in Stillwater practicing with Sherree, Joe and I decide to head back out to I-35. Now I'm not sure if any of you plan on hitch-hiknig any time soon, but don't try to begin your trek at 1 in the morning. Nobody is going to pick you up! At 5 o'clock we are still walking. We can see the lights of Guthrie, but are way too tired to go any further. So we walked about 15 feet off of the highway and curled up in a ditch and slept the rest of the night.
At 8 we started walking again and Erin Walters picked us up because she happened to pass us on her way to Bridgeway. We ended up going into Bridgeway with her and, helping ourselves to some free coffee and donuts, told our little story to some of the older families at church. They were all jealous and wanted to come along, but Joe and I knew that the open road was far to cruel for the common man so we told them to return to their normal lives and leave the highway to us.
The last family to pick us up was a CRAZY Hispanic family that needed some gas money to get to the flea market out by the Diamond Ballroom. We gave them ten bucks and they took us as far as Bricktown where we goofed around for a little while then finally went home. It was an adventure my friends. One I won't soon forget. | | |
| NEW POST NEW POST NEW POST! I started teaching in Norman today! It was incredible, but I gotta say that I miss my Skiatook kiddos! Kendall Wills, my cell phone still says that you are my favorite student. I don't have any words of wisdom for my faithful readers on this post, and I can't think of any crazy stories to tell off hand. So sorry to disappoint. MY softball girls have their first game this weekend, and I am so nervous. It's almost as though I will be playing myself. But, I totally feel like we are prepared, and have no reason to doubt the outcome. After all, they are getting some of the finest coaching in the state of Oklahoma. Coach Z knows his stuff man! Okay, lame post....that is all. | | |
| I spent the evening with my nephew in Okmulgee last night. He was wearing MIckey Mouse overalls. They were pretty sweet, but they brought back some painful memories for me. I once wore Mickey Mouse overalls like these, and I got beat up at school. Man, Junior year was tough. Anyway folks, this post is dedicated to my nephew Joseph. Tonight we played in the floor for about an hour, and I discovered an amazing talent that this young man is already developing. The little poop-machine can't even walk yet, and he is an amazing climber. By the end of the evening I was simply placing him in front of large objects and laughing hysterically as he dominated each obstacle. My sister-in-law wasn't too excited when I took him out and let him scale the light post. I kid, I kid!............It was the telephone pole.......... and he was wearing climbing shoes....and a headlamp, and some D-clips, and a Northface Parka, and he had a Nalgene full of formula in case he got parched. Of course I'm kidding....................he hates formula.
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