This is the first bit of time in weeks that I've had to relax, stop and breathe.  In the past two weeks I've worked something like 130 hours.  So what do I do?  I find myself on here reading old stuff.  I'm amazed.  I still love God for all He has done in my life ( Read more... )

I don't know why I'm writing this... but something compels me.

Very few people will ever read this.  Even fewer will find meaning.  This journal is long forgotten by anyone who once read it.  Most people have moved on to more modern pastures -- myspace, facebook, and so forth.  Even me.  As of the last entry, my story here was essentially done.  I ( Read more... )

I can't describe it.  The feeling is so immense.  I can hardly perceive the scope of it...

Friday afternoon I arrived at the S.O. a little early.  As per my usual habit, I come in civies and change out of my clothes then into my uniform in the back.  When I come out, the Sheriff and Vickie are standing at her desk looking over a map of Anniston ( Read more... )

One last hurdle...

Zero hour...

It's almost over.

I'm nervous.  I'm excited.  I feel a strange calm.

 I remember my Mom telling me the story.  One Valentines Day when she was a little girl living over on 7th Street in Charlotte, no older than 8 years old, there was this little boy who lived a few blocks up the street.  She had a big crush on the little boy who always seemed too shy to say anything ( Read more... )

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Shane and I went to see We Own The Night last night.  The weekend off had been pretty much crap up until then and I wiped on the rest of the plans in favor of a movie I had been wanting to see since I saw the first trailor.  Most the movies I think I'm going to like rarely ever let me down.  Can't say as I can complain though, I' ( Read more... )

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Xposted on myspace as "A little something for the Patterson Hall gang..."

So, I got a friend request from Heather Parker the other day. After looking over my options I selected the one that said the most about how I feel.

"Mark as Spam"

I was on the phone with Justin and he about died of laughter when I told him I did it. Yeah, it was a pretty ( Read more... )

It was really alot like the old days.  In just two days, Me, Shane and Greg had gotten the newest version of Madden and were now into the third week of the franchise.  Cracking on each other, talking smack and laughing our asses off.  I guess I never noticed how much I had missed this ritual.  It made us a little sad that neither Dusty nor Casey ( Read more... )

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