Let's get some things straight before I get old and uncool...

Heh, I almost titled it "Rules for my unborn son" but I figured that would cause a stir. Basically I'm blaming this website for this - http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/page/51

It's wicked smart.

-You can never overdress.

-If you're going to wear a tie, commit and button the top button.

-Memorize the bill of rights and your favorite poem.

-An hour with your grandparents is time well spent.

(Or as the Godfather would say, "A man that doesn't spend time with his family is not a man.")

-Learn how to fix a flat and change a belt, everything else take it to a garage.

(Or as Dad told me "Son make a lot of money so you can pay other people to do this for you.")

-Men with facial hair have something to hide

(I'm gonna disagree, but I wanted to put it up to appeal to the Frank Sinatra side of me, or the James Dean and Paul Newman side, there is something to be side about a good close shave.)

-Absolutely no tattoos or piercings... unless you're in the armed forces.

(Mom, Dad, I might get a tattoo. I hope you'll understand.)

-If you absolutely have to fight, punch first and punch hard. Aim for the nose.

-Compliment your mom's cooking, better yet, compliment anyone who's willing to cook for you.

(It's not hard and it'll mean a lot.)

-Never side against your brother in a fight. Ever.

-Push-ups and sit-ups are all you'll ever need to build muscle.

-Nothing good happens after 3 am. I promise.

So that's just a small selection, but I thought it was pretty freakin sweet and bodes more thinking on. Well, until next time then.

-Owen

It's November.

Just in case you didn't know.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;	5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,	10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.	15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.	20
-Bobby Frost

Case and point about kilts and their masculinity.

Farewell Pearl

There's a man going 'round, taking names...

I love Utah, I'm missing it like crazy, it's comfortable. My valley, reminds me of being in a sweet fort as a little kid. You know? I miss it that much. As I near my one year mark (officially september 5th) I'm invariably drawn to a few conclusions, they are as follows...

I've lost a lot of my creativity. Or feels like I have.

College money!!!

Phew, didn't get shot. Yet.

I'm never leaving Utah again when I get home.

They'll bury me and fill my grave with dirt from Green Canyon.

The weather is better in Utah, this place feels like a sweaty armpit.

And smells like it too.

Motorcycle, check.

Car, check.

When I drive around I pretend like I'm driving around Cache Valley.

Ah, there's the island... First Dam is up the road there...

I think I'm gonna start doing that with everything.

"Owen, where are you?"

"I'm in Utah."

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Oh utah, how do I love thee...

Ah man...

I never finish anythi

Well I guess this is growing up...

Yeah, this is growing up. Come back from California, all of us here in florida, are starved for your attention, yeah we're starved for your attention... this airplane is a ribbon... tell all my friends I'm dead, I'm leaving you, this time it's for good... failure's not flattering... you used to captivate me by your resonating light... don't you dare, speak for someone you don't know... they'll feel it in the back of their throats... and I've been spending all this time composing letters... some girls are crazy, you gotta watch out for the beautiful ones...