"The Broom And The Rug" (orig. posted on 4-26-07)
Not a lot going on this week, so I thought I would try my hand at a little free-form poetry. Lemme know what you think. Just try to not be so brutal lol:
I am an unstoppable force. Everyone who has tried to defeat me has fallen by my hand. I have preserved many great things and many horrible things. I have accomplished all of this without even trying. All I have to do is exist. I am comprised of a commodity more precious then gold and worth more then anything else in the entire world. I allow people to spend what I have on anything they want. Some will spend wisely, but most will spend poorly. What amuses me is they won't even know how much they have wasted until they are on their deathbed.
I'm not all bad though. There are some redeeming aspects to me. I will allow you to do something humiliating and just sit there and laugh, but afterwards I will remove all traces from everyone's mind so that they never knew what had happened. I can also make people forgive you for something you have done that was wrong. Just don't expect it in one day.
I am the broom and the rug. I sweep away the past to make way for the future.
I am omnipotent.
I am never-ending.
I am time.
Not bad eh? Maybe I can get that published somewhere.
This is one entry I really spent some time on to make sure it was perfect. Not often that inspiration strikes so I had to strike while the iron is hot. That's a blacksmith term for you laypersons.
"Here's Zach!" (orig. posted 11-7-05)
Born on Halloween at 9:51am, Zachary Clark Overall weighed in at 7 lbs. 2 oz. and was 20 inches long. He already is getting a good head of hair which is kind of a relief 'cuz hey, no one likes a bald kid, ya know? His hobbies include pretending to be asleep until I go back to bed and then letting me know he ISN'T and being very demanding when he's hungry.
"Um, no pictures please. His Highness is resting."
"You talkin' to me?"
Here he is with his big sister Emily.
"Yawwwwn..."
I wish I had had this back in 2001 when Emmy was born. Would have done some cool things then too. But I was very happy to have some great pictures of him on his first day in the world.
"Labour Day BBQ!" Orig. posted 9-8-07
Yes, it was that time of year when the Overalls and various family members related to us Overalls gathered at Grandpa's house to enjoy a little lunch, a lot of tea, and some stories. One thing I learned was that Uncle Dean collects guns. A LOT of them. I know he's a police officer and everything, but he's not exactly disproving the myth that all cops are obsessed with guns. Will be sure to be on my best behaviour when I go to his house lol. Here are a few pics:
Me: "Hey Uncle Dean, the burgers look great!"
Dean: "Thanks! It's not everyday you hit an animal with your car plus provide lunch for everyone!"
Me: "You...hit a cow with your car...?"
Dean: "Who said anything about a cow?"
Me: "Um...maybe I'll just have a salad..."
Dad: "Let's see, no Grey Poupon, no fancy plates, and only store brand hot dog buns!? No no no, this simply will not do!"
Me: "Who are you, Martha Stewart?"
Dad: "Yes...yes I am..."
Me: "Oh my...now I'm worried."
Dad: "Wow...could we possibly look any cooler?"
Grandpa: "YES!"
Zach: "I think I'm getting a seperated shoulder."
Dean: "Must...keep...smiling..."
Me: "I think Dean's trying to pick my pocket. If he needs $3.00 that bad, it's all his."
As anyone who reads this site knows, I try to add a little witty banter between the people in the picture. I've always thought this was some of my finest "work".
"Long Time No See!" Orig. posted 4-13-08
My dad built me some shelves:
My dad made me some shelves for my garage and man, they fit exactly in the space I cleared out for them. I don't normlly brag about...well, anything...but in this case I shall make an exception. It is so nice to have a system out there where I have space to organize little things, big things, etc. Here is how it looks after I spent my Sunday pulling everything out.
This was one of my favourite days. A man's garage is his castle. I've arranged and re-arranged things so many times I've lost count. Actually, as of recently, I've made a lot of room in our house by bringing a lot of the clutter out and (neatly) organizing it. This will be the end-all be-all of things Dad has given me. Honestly, I could use about three more ha ha.
One more? Sure!
"The Log Cabin Village In Fort Worth!" Orig. posted 10-17-05 on The Spirit Of Texas
Welcome, welcome to the Log Cabin Village!! This excursion was especially fruitful because it was more then just a trip; it was a trip back in time, complete with blacksmith and ye olde musicians, plus the steep admission fee waived (we saved $6!).
Musicians: "Are you ready to rock!!"
Us: "Um, yeah, I guess..."
Musicians: "I can't hear you!! I said...ARE YOU READY TO ROCK!!"
Us: "Yes! We already said that!"
Musicians: "Ah, you're a beautiful crowd..."
Girl: "Who wants to jump through the hoop? Anyone? Do it or I'll whip ya with my stick!"
Us: "Hmm...this is not as much fun as I had anticipated."
Blacksmith: "Ya see this gun I made here? Ya see it? I just made this seconds ago!"
Us: "Um, excuse me, but isn't it still hot?"
Blacksmith: "It's extremely hot!"
(awkward silence)
Blacksmith: "Any other questions?"
Us: "How old are you exactly?"
Blacksmith: "Um...I'm not sure...alright, that's it! No more questions!"
Moving on...
Teacher: "This is a genuine schoolhouse from the 1800's. Any questions?"
Me: "Yes, where did they-"
Teacher: "Ehh!! Raise your hand if you wish to speak!! Yes, little girl?"
Girl: "Where did they go to the bathroom?"
Teacher: "Everyone see out the window?"
(everyone looks out the window)
Us: "All we see is the open ground."
Teacher: "Yup!"
Us: "Eeewwww..."
Sorry we asked...
Here's where they milled...grist...I guess they used grist back then...I dunno.
Ya can't read the sign but it says "Cathouse". I'm assuming this was for cats to sleep in and not for really tiny hookers.
Kid: "Okay, this is like the least fun ride EVER."
From the rollin' hills...
...to the rollin' papers.
Unfortunately, there were no meats that were being smoked...(sigh)...some brisket sure sounded good that day too.
The rest of these are some shots of the cabins themselves.
Well, there ya have it! 200 years of history conveniently located in a single block! Who's ready for a treat?
Mmm, nothing says yum like root beer and cobbler!! See ya next time!!
This was one of the last excursions that we did before Zach was born.
Hey, that was fun! Lots of good memories in there, so it was hard to select a few special ones. Hey, there's always next year right? I'll have to throw some toy posts in there from my other site too. I often wonder what I'll be like when I'm 80 or so. Just sitting around, maybe. Maybe I'll be in good enough shape to want to take walks and babysit my great-grandchildren. It really is a shame we all have to pass away at some point. So much to look forward to and so little time.
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