Well, hello one and hello all... again!
I am not dead.
Yet!
Much to Joe R.'s dismay!
SSSOOO sorry for the massive intermitant pauses and gaps in my blog entries. I simply get caught up so easily and quickly on facebook. I ADORE that program/ system!
Anywhoo............!
I am starting to get surrounded by a whole other froup of friends here in Cedar. James, Joe M., John, Joe R., Janna, Alyssa, Angel, Logan, and Charlie The Magnificent... juat to name a few!I am really starting to enjoy my life more and more virtually every day. With the exception of one thing. Janna gives me a whole royal butt-load of crap. More than one humble man deserves. One humble... intelligent... suave... sexy... debonair... jaw-droppingly smart; and... tough... Mind-wrenchingly funny... now, did I mention humble? Notice that memory is not anywhere on the list!
I'm leaving manana for Jackson with mi familia mucha buena. I am so frickin' stoked. I will be back on this coming Monday evening. Good luck in all for all of you. I would like to thank those who are my friends. May you be blessed enough to have as much fun as I will have! Thanks again.
Nothin' but love for you all!
Eric "Limping Pony" Evans
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Hello, Is There Anybody In There? Just Nod If You Can Hear Me, Is There Anyone Home?
Life really squeezes the wrong freakin' lemons for me at times. I was having the day from Hell on Friday until James showed up. We all went tp the store, then we prepared for a get-together. About 5-10 other people showed and we played a wild and crazy game of Texas Hold 'Em Poker. Everybody put 5 bones in a pot and it was winner take all. I tied with James' wifey for first place and we split the money in two. I love that frickin' game! Today I went to James' home to cook his boys, his wife, his sister-in-law, and himself some S&S pork for dinner. It tasted fantastic! Afterward... we just kicked it, played with the boys, and simply chatted while we took it easy! Much fun was had by all!
Amen.
Eric Mohatmah Evans
Please don't forget to tip your waitress.
Amen.
Eric Mohatmah Evans
Please don't forget to tip your waitress.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Because I'd Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing At All.
What a horrible freakin' day THIS has turned out to be! This morning things were going just fine, then it all hit the fan in the early afternoon. All I'll say is that it initially took place in a SUU restroom. It then moved on to a cute little Mom and Pop Chinese Resteraunt which; to circumnavigate all legal ramifications... was called "China'City'(It's actually a word that rhymes with brown.)"(It starts with a T.)(Okay; it's "China Town"!)It's for reasons like the "woman" in charge there that the oriental races have a bad name. Dang was she beasty?. Yes, yes she was. She was short enough to barely have the top of her Oriental noggin reach my adam's apple... but she MORE THAN MADE UP FOR IT in spite, hatred, PMS, and good old fashioned predgudice. Just because I'm not 3.5 feet tall, cold as ice, stuck up with a vendetta that lie in being married to a 95 pound guy that looks as if he is heavily on Crack, and just plain bitchy... doesn't give her the right to treat me like crap. She threatened to call the cops on me before I said even 1 word about not paying for the meal. I didn't want to, but I also did not want to stoop to the level of that little rice bender. Please, don't get me wrong. I am not a racist... AT ALL. Simply a realist. In my life, I've had the oppurtunity to have some black friends, brown friends, tan friends, white friends, and even some yellowish friends, but do you know what I consider them to be to me? ... ... ... EQUALS! Not one of us is, ever has been, or will be in the future better than me. Nor worse. We all have our strengths, we all have our weaknessess, that is how it's supposed to be. I would give my life for any of my good friends. Regardless of age, sex, intelligence, social status, wealth, etc., etc., etc. You see, as much as I hate to admit this; I personally know what it feels like to be discriminated against. I hope truly that aside from the uber-eccentricity and dark sence of humor it can't really be told about my afflictions. I was plowed by a truck, on the interstate. When you are disabled, people look at you like an Aamish guy gets looked at in Muslim land. You are not human anymore. Doctors use you as a test subject / pin cushion / hypothesis' breeding and testing ground, most women treat you like you cannot speak the language if you are smattered with scars and walk with a limp, prospective employers would place more value in an overgrown hampster with a slight memory deficit than with you -*Oh, excuse me... I got's to cough... acthacthascthMaverickCo.Storesacthacthacth*-(Adventure's first dip into the proud lands of embezzeling from the handicapped.), and the only people whom you can always trust are your family and a handful of buddies! Okay, I truly do apoligise for this, it's the first collective time that I've voiced my opinions on this topic in 11.25 years, and once you get that train a' rollin'!?! Have a good night. Please send my facebook, email, or my blog a message about your opinion on this stuff?
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
Eric "The Wind Between Joe's Legs" Evans
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
Eric "The Wind Between Joe's Legs" Evans
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
No, I'm never gonna dance again. Paralyzed feet have got no rhythem.
Monday August 17th =
Wake up late, get das weekly stipend hausen! Mine stipend!, Hit the SUU library to work on the face-book and the blogspot / email, call NiCold and proceed to get the shaft... FOR THE SECOND TIME EVER!, grocery shop, eat at Costa Vida (pay your weekly just due homage to the sanctified Smothered Pork Burrito!), clean room, Have other James introduce me to his beautiful wife Jana and 2 tough chiddren (“That James... He’s got ‘BOYS’ of steel!” (Spoken in a heavy British accent.)) = Anyone place where the rough- artfully and thematically enriched - quote is from?, call Nicold to ask her to allow me to buy her some Maggie Moo’s / be a Gentleman and a friend / get to know her better AT ALL / welcome her to the area / dispel whatever rumors that ‘Chode-Sniffany’ has been so lovingly spreading to her / JUST BE A FRIEND! / -I was unaware that was a crime punishable by emotional battery!-, have James help to fill the painful reminiscent chasm of a hole left in your chest by taking you to Maggie Moo’s so you can buy the best iced cream / Jones’ Sodas that I have ever had!, go directly with James to purchase 24 Jones’ sodas at Lynn’s Market(Which elevates my repertoire of tasted Jones’ flavors to 3... in 1 day! Cream Soda, Apple, and Blackberry... I have only 1 regret... That this is the first time I’ve even payed value and consequence to the notice of these bad-boys!), deliver sodas to Jana and das chiddren wit James, Sucka... spend about an hour there with the 5 of us just talking / laughing / getting to know one another / gulping down sodas, set a date for this coming Saturday to have me cook the cuisine and present it to ‘The whole fanDamnily’ (BY MY OWN REQUEST AND SUBMISSION... THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH D.S.P.D.!), Have Joseph - Joseph - Bo - Boseph - Fee - Fi - Fo - Foseph -... JOSEPH! Help me affix a new Glade Vanilla air freshener to my bedroom wall (Okay... YES dangitt... I did this to temporarily occupy my mind whilst I am engulfed in Nocturnal slumbers. You see, I’ve always dreamt of being ‘Vanilla Pies’) THIS current generation’s “Cheese-fest” - “Pasty White” - “Pseudo- Talented” - “Rapper and/or Lip-Synch” (People Please, just call me Eric Van Winkle... or perhaps Pearl-Squared... POWDERED PEARL!? ‘But please... DON’T call me Surely!’), Clear the waters between Sir Joseph and I about his betrothed companion... Rest assured, people; closure was gained!, receive knowledge that Joe acquiesced a set of golf clubs (He has never in his life been golfing yet, which WILL change soon! He is my Special Olympics Golf Partner. Lucky bastard!), stew about this whole Nicold thing and come to the conclusion that, if she denies me the privilege of treating her like a princess... She is questionably the one who is out more?, there are far more; FAR LESS F.U.B.A.R.E.D. women out there! (Besides, if Tyler was SO confident on the fact that I would despise her that he had to lie to me about her looks (along with virtually EVERYBODY ELSE in the office),,, I reiterate), LIE TO HIS FRIEND... I think that I very well might just let his bet for $100.00 blow off into the wind and simply ignore NiCold completely. I am seriously VERY hurt by himself and the way he dealt with this load of this crap., Now THAT is friendship!, LaDrillBitia gets back with her supposed ’fiancé‘; ‘Weather Vane’... VIRTUALLY FROM THE ARMS OF ME... HER CURRENT BOYFRIEND= WHOM SHE HAD QUITE LITERALLY PROPOSED TO NOT 2 HOURS EARLIER... she tries to pilfer the gift which you had brought over to her house to; ‘your girlfriend’ as soon as you tell her that, since she’s back with Weather Vane... Our lengthy romance has reached it’s end, Damn, I pray that you can all detect the filthy smudge of sadistic humor and use of painful sarcasm there!, kids... can you say; ‘embittered’?, ‘Cause Eric sure as Schniffens can!, Talk for a long time with Joe, pay homage to one of the Gods of weakness in your life... electronic devices, type in your journal, reflect and ponder upon your recovery.
On that note, this kind of thing, almost verbatim; occurred circa 8 years ago up North with somebody else. She shafted me and my brain became F.U.B.A.R.E.D. beyond belief. It caused a great deal of daznamage to occur, but My Pristine 19 years of existence on this realm was tight AS EVER and was able to weather me through ALL OF THE MANY countless storms to come! Jail, Hell... a.k.a. State Hospital, apartment fire, etc., etc., etc.! Did I even talk about torching ANYTHING whilst in the midst of this particular tragic scheme of events? That’s what I thought, so please remember that.
?Fall asleep thrice in your uber-relaxing/ rest-inducing leather computer chair while working on this journal entry.
Tues. August 18th =
James comes over to install Warcraft3 to your computer. And here was much rejoicing because of the fun which shall ensue. And Robin ate his minstrels! And there was much rejoicing. Yeah! Call your beloved Mother.
Saturday August 22nd =
Lunch with James Davidson, Jana Davidson, and ‘Los 2 Not So Lonely Boys’! Dig DEEP into my lines of heritage and cook them Chinese food. I Don’t know, perhaps this time I will do the dishes as well. Now THAT will be a virgin experience! (On a couple of different levels.)
Wednesday Sept. 2nd =
Journey up to Northern UT to spend the night at the parental units’ home. Attempt to get in touch with THE one and only Quinnstah P. Lavender to ideally coerce him into paying you a prompt visit afore your departure with the fan-damn-ly on the morrow!
Thursday Sept. 3rd =
Leave for Jackson’s Hole to celebrate all of those Americans who actually DO have jobs for the weekend with ‘da fam. I’m flat out positive that much fun will be had by ALL who involved. I simply pray that lil’ Avery doesn’t get too tipsy over the holiday, I mean... DANG little woman! You drink more every day than your own mass body weight! (it’s a good thing that you are not driving and that it IS BREAST MILK you are drinking. Seriously, some of the time it is so very difficult for me to remember the fact that you are only 1 year old! That makes it kind of hard for your feet to reach the pedals, doesn’t it? (Don’t worry my Dear... I relate! I am 30 yrs. Old and 6' 3"; yet it is still quite a challenge for my own feet to reach the pedals! We shall suffer together. The unity shall ease the pain!))
Monday Sept. 7th =
Head home to Cedar City from my weekend of fun and frivolity in WY. You know what they say... back to the old limp and grind!
Wake up late, get das weekly stipend hausen! Mine stipend!, Hit the SUU library to work on the face-book and the blogspot / email, call NiCold and proceed to get the shaft... FOR THE SECOND TIME EVER!, grocery shop, eat at Costa Vida (pay your weekly just due homage to the sanctified Smothered Pork Burrito!), clean room, Have other James introduce me to his beautiful wife Jana and 2 tough chiddren (“That James... He’s got ‘BOYS’ of steel!” (Spoken in a heavy British accent.)) = Anyone place where the rough- artfully and thematically enriched - quote is from?, call Nicold to ask her to allow me to buy her some Maggie Moo’s / be a Gentleman and a friend / get to know her better AT ALL / welcome her to the area / dispel whatever rumors that ‘Chode-Sniffany’ has been so lovingly spreading to her / JUST BE A FRIEND! / -I was unaware that was a crime punishable by emotional battery!-, have James help to fill the painful reminiscent chasm of a hole left in your chest by taking you to Maggie Moo’s so you can buy the best iced cream / Jones’ Sodas that I have ever had!, go directly with James to purchase 24 Jones’ sodas at Lynn’s Market(Which elevates my repertoire of tasted Jones’ flavors to 3... in 1 day! Cream Soda, Apple, and Blackberry... I have only 1 regret... That this is the first time I’ve even payed value and consequence to the notice of these bad-boys!), deliver sodas to Jana and das chiddren wit James, Sucka... spend about an hour there with the 5 of us just talking / laughing / getting to know one another / gulping down sodas, set a date for this coming Saturday to have me cook the cuisine and present it to ‘The whole fanDamnily’ (BY MY OWN REQUEST AND SUBMISSION... THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH D.S.P.D.!), Have Joseph - Joseph - Bo - Boseph - Fee - Fi - Fo - Foseph -... JOSEPH! Help me affix a new Glade Vanilla air freshener to my bedroom wall (Okay... YES dangitt... I did this to temporarily occupy my mind whilst I am engulfed in Nocturnal slumbers. You see, I’ve always dreamt of being ‘Vanilla Pies’) THIS current generation’s “Cheese-fest” - “Pasty White” - “Pseudo- Talented” - “Rapper and/or Lip-Synch” (People Please, just call me Eric Van Winkle... or perhaps Pearl-Squared... POWDERED PEARL!? ‘But please... DON’T call me Surely!’), Clear the waters between Sir Joseph and I about his betrothed companion... Rest assured, people; closure was gained!, receive knowledge that Joe acquiesced a set of golf clubs (He has never in his life been golfing yet, which WILL change soon! He is my Special Olympics Golf Partner. Lucky bastard!), stew about this whole Nicold thing and come to the conclusion that, if she denies me the privilege of treating her like a princess... She is questionably the one who is out more?, there are far more; FAR LESS F.U.B.A.R.E.D. women out there! (Besides, if Tyler was SO confident on the fact that I would despise her that he had to lie to me about her looks (along with virtually EVERYBODY ELSE in the office),,, I reiterate), LIE TO HIS FRIEND... I think that I very well might just let his bet for $100.00 blow off into the wind and simply ignore NiCold completely. I am seriously VERY hurt by himself and the way he dealt with this load of this crap., Now THAT is friendship!, LaDrillBitia gets back with her supposed ’fiancé‘; ‘Weather Vane’... VIRTUALLY FROM THE ARMS OF ME... HER CURRENT BOYFRIEND= WHOM SHE HAD QUITE LITERALLY PROPOSED TO NOT 2 HOURS EARLIER... she tries to pilfer the gift which you had brought over to her house to; ‘your girlfriend’ as soon as you tell her that, since she’s back with Weather Vane... Our lengthy romance has reached it’s end, Damn, I pray that you can all detect the filthy smudge of sadistic humor and use of painful sarcasm there!, kids... can you say; ‘embittered’?, ‘Cause Eric sure as Schniffens can!, Talk for a long time with Joe, pay homage to one of the Gods of weakness in your life... electronic devices, type in your journal, reflect and ponder upon your recovery.
On that note, this kind of thing, almost verbatim; occurred circa 8 years ago up North with somebody else. She shafted me and my brain became F.U.B.A.R.E.D. beyond belief. It caused a great deal of daznamage to occur, but My Pristine 19 years of existence on this realm was tight AS EVER and was able to weather me through ALL OF THE MANY countless storms to come! Jail, Hell... a.k.a. State Hospital, apartment fire, etc., etc., etc.! Did I even talk about torching ANYTHING whilst in the midst of this particular tragic scheme of events? That’s what I thought, so please remember that.
?Fall asleep thrice in your uber-relaxing/ rest-inducing leather computer chair while working on this journal entry.
Tues. August 18th =
James comes over to install Warcraft3 to your computer. And here was much rejoicing because of the fun which shall ensue. And Robin ate his minstrels! And there was much rejoicing. Yeah! Call your beloved Mother.
Saturday August 22nd =
Lunch with James Davidson, Jana Davidson, and ‘Los 2 Not So Lonely Boys’! Dig DEEP into my lines of heritage and cook them Chinese food. I Don’t know, perhaps this time I will do the dishes as well. Now THAT will be a virgin experience! (On a couple of different levels.)
Wednesday Sept. 2nd =
Journey up to Northern UT to spend the night at the parental units’ home. Attempt to get in touch with THE one and only Quinnstah P. Lavender to ideally coerce him into paying you a prompt visit afore your departure with the fan-damn-ly on the morrow!
Thursday Sept. 3rd =
Leave for Jackson’s Hole to celebrate all of those Americans who actually DO have jobs for the weekend with ‘da fam. I’m flat out positive that much fun will be had by ALL who involved. I simply pray that lil’ Avery doesn’t get too tipsy over the holiday, I mean... DANG little woman! You drink more every day than your own mass body weight! (it’s a good thing that you are not driving and that it IS BREAST MILK you are drinking. Seriously, some of the time it is so very difficult for me to remember the fact that you are only 1 year old! That makes it kind of hard for your feet to reach the pedals, doesn’t it? (Don’t worry my Dear... I relate! I am 30 yrs. Old and 6' 3"; yet it is still quite a challenge for my own feet to reach the pedals! We shall suffer together. The unity shall ease the pain!))
Monday Sept. 7th =
Head home to Cedar City from my weekend of fun and frivolity in WY. You know what they say... back to the old limp and grind!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Sometimes Goodbye Is A Second Chance
Well, I am as excited, confused... exhillerated, perplexed... anticipatory yet dumbfounded that I've ever been! I know FOR A FACT that when one door closes, another one opens! I broke it off with Latitia today, and I am quite glad that it happened. Itr was bound to anyway! I suppose that it is better now than later. After all, I never really loved her, just felt bad for her. I think that we all know those kinds of things never work. 1 person in the relationship is never fully happy, and I think that it would have been me. Scratch that, I'm sure of it!
But, like I said; another door, detected or not, ALWAYS opens! I'm pretty sure as schniffens that one opened up for me today. A frickin' huge one! Like an orange on a toothpick! Huge. Like Sputnick. It's got it's own weather system! - A moment of silence for the mad acting skills of Mike Myers, even though he is still alive!
... ... ... Okay, collect yourself danggit! It's time to move on!
Today I got word that a woman who is beautiful, and with the same personality as mine; is moving to my area tomorrow, tomorrow, there's always ... tommorow. It's only a day away! coda:(but I'll meet her in 3, and that's okay!) I should publish this into a song or something, I could make millions to pay off the copyright infringement! Wait?!?
Anyways, I know her name... BUT... I also heavily believe in the concept of personal damnation, so I'll just wait to see how the cookie crumbles. And ANYBODY who knows me at all is well aware of how patient I am. Damn, I'm screwed!
But, like I said; another door, detected or not, ALWAYS opens! I'm pretty sure as schniffens that one opened up for me today. A frickin' huge one! Like an orange on a toothpick! Huge. Like Sputnick. It's got it's own weather system! - A moment of silence for the mad acting skills of Mike Myers, even though he is still alive!
... ... ... Okay, collect yourself danggit! It's time to move on!
Today I got word that a woman who is beautiful, and with the same personality as mine; is moving to my area tomorrow, tomorrow, there's always ... tommorow. It's only a day away! coda:(but I'll meet her in 3, and that's okay!) I should publish this into a song or something, I could make millions to pay off the copyright infringement! Wait?!?
Anyways, I know her name... BUT... I also heavily believe in the concept of personal damnation, so I'll just wait to see how the cookie crumbles. And ANYBODY who knows me at all is well aware of how patient I am. Damn, I'm screwed!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
You'll see your problems multiply when you continually decide to faithfully pursue the policy of truth!
Hello one, hello all. I have had a particularly good couple of days lately. I had a nice talk and spent some timeewith my friend little Latitia, then she became my little girlfriend Latitia! I truly mourn for her broken heart and shattered dreams, but I would be happy to help her heart heal and to pick up the dreams along the way. I will do this while, simultaineously; creating dreams that she could never could have had with that chode-smack little fiance whom she had! Truth be told, I'm glad that it DID happen now and not 10 years down the road, when there would have been no way to recover!
I hope that you are all doing well,
"Why do birds, suddenly appear, every time, she is near?"
Eric "Limping Stallion" Evans
I hope that you are all doing well,
"Why do birds, suddenly appear, every time, she is near?"
Eric "Limping Stallion" Evans
Monday, August 10, 2009
What right do you have to say I go about things the wrong way?
“Shame”
“I don’t know if you believe this or not, but your mind can be your own very worst enemy by far,
It can leave a wound that screams with unnoticed pain, and only you can see the reminiscent scar!
If you have no proof of your blood curdling battle with your opponent, is it of worth to begin to spar?
NO... but it’s so hard to put down the gun and back away from the fight,
When all you worry about is how others would act if in your plight!
It’s enough to leave the color in your eyes naught but white!
For an easier ride... please put it aside... your hard, cold, pride.
Does anyone out there like their eyes to be irritated and red,
I would rather avoid having my eyes look like I was quite near dead!
YES... hard as it may be, it’s best to simply back up and clear your head!
True or false, it’s quite difficult to drive your red Z-29 home when the rear tires are completely flat,
Kind of like how your self esteem should hold you up, not bring you down; what do you think about all of that?
Ain’t NOBODY wants to thumb for a ride at 2:30 AM, now does that leave you looking very phat?”
Eric Eugene Evans - 08/09/2009
“I don’t know if you believe this or not, but your mind can be your own very worst enemy by far,
It can leave a wound that screams with unnoticed pain, and only you can see the reminiscent scar!
If you have no proof of your blood curdling battle with your opponent, is it of worth to begin to spar?
NO... but it’s so hard to put down the gun and back away from the fight,
When all you worry about is how others would act if in your plight!
It’s enough to leave the color in your eyes naught but white!
For an easier ride... please put it aside... your hard, cold, pride.
Does anyone out there like their eyes to be irritated and red,
I would rather avoid having my eyes look like I was quite near dead!
YES... hard as it may be, it’s best to simply back up and clear your head!
True or false, it’s quite difficult to drive your red Z-29 home when the rear tires are completely flat,
Kind of like how your self esteem should hold you up, not bring you down; what do you think about all of that?
Ain’t NOBODY wants to thumb for a ride at 2:30 AM, now does that leave you looking very phat?”
Eric Eugene Evans - 08/09/2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
I Know That I Am. I Am, I Am The Luckiest.
I know that we all have good days and bad days, but dang, lately I've had a whole bunch of really good days. I talked to my Mother on the telephone for a while last night. I flat out; adore/respect/love/appreciate/thank the Lord nightly for my Priestess of a Mother figure! My love for her never wanes, it simply grows more and more by the day. I'm pretty frickin' stoked because of the fact that I'll get to see 6 of my favorite women in the world and spend some vacation time with them in less than a month, around Labor Day. Those women would be Pat, Angie, Emily, MacKinzie, Abigail, and last... but CERTAINLY not least... Avery! After I talked to my Mother, My great friend Joe, and the other Joe came and kicked it at my house after we played some 7 on the line, horse, and straight up ball in the gym. much fun was had by all! After we got done, some of us made dinner at my home, others brought it from take-out. we had dinner, followed by a Wii bowling tournemant. And, yes... I did "Kick the metaphorical Trash"! And there was much rejoicing! And Robin ate his minstrels. And there was much rejoicing! I'm pretty stoked because, tonight the Joes are going to come over again and this time they will assisst me in starting up a facebook account. I'm sure that much more fun will ensue. Perhaps I shall let one of them win at basketball or bowling? No... no, I most probably will not. That just would not be me! I talked and laughed with my friend Jason again today around lunch. We have known eack other since about 2004, and we have always had a great time together! It always brings my day up to talk to him and laugh my butt off. Lord knows that there is plenty of that to lose a skosh in a laugh! I won't suffer... much!
I hope all of you who read this are doing well,
Thanks for the friendship,
Eric "Iron Man" Evans
I hope all of you who read this are doing well,
Thanks for the friendship,
Eric "Iron Man" Evans
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Just Lay Your Armor Down... Sucka!
“Lonely Avenue”
“There is one road upon which you wouldn’t ever rather be caught.
Only the desperate, lonesome, and cast out are here!
Wish as you may, comfort cannot be bought.
You’re stuck there forever, you fear.
W- pain your heart is wrought.
NO friends are near!
IS THIS A DEAD END? NO! NEVER GIVE UP!
So what shall you do?
You’ve nowhere at all to turn!
You feel stuck as the gum under your shoe.
To just simply take off running is what you yearn.
Well then just run on past sad and gloomy Lonely Avenue.
Stoke the fire and let that kind of self - deprecating attitude burn!”
***Eric Evans ~ 07/26/2009***
“There is one road upon which you wouldn’t ever rather be caught.
Only the desperate, lonesome, and cast out are here!
Wish as you may, comfort cannot be bought.
You’re stuck there forever, you fear.
W- pain your heart is wrought.
NO friends are near!
IS THIS A DEAD END? NO! NEVER GIVE UP!
So what shall you do?
You’ve nowhere at all to turn!
You feel stuck as the gum under your shoe.
To just simply take off running is what you yearn.
Well then just run on past sad and gloomy Lonely Avenue.
Stoke the fire and let that kind of self - deprecating attitude burn!”
***Eric Evans ~ 07/26/2009***
Put your money in a big house, get yourself a pretty wife!
Martes Augusto, 4tho=
I seriously would be a metaphorical Happy Meal for Sigmund the Freud! By the by, I woke up at the butt-crack o’ dawn again this morning! I’m seriously stoked for my vacation to Jackson Hole on the holiday which was set aside for moi... Labor Day. This would not be because of my contribution to America’s workforce, because; do you even know me? Let’s just say that my 10 month old niece Avery brought home roughly as much as I did from HER job! No the reason that I say that is because I’m sure that many people have been mistaken to think that I personally was about to go into labor! I’m sure that as I went into the countless Instacare’s the countless times that I have... there have been many nurses who have dialed Guinness and told them that there was a headline story on their hands!
Hey you Ladies and Gents, I just wanted to tell you all thanks. I truly hope that I’m not boring the heck out of you. Honestly, this very well may have been the best idea to have me do. I’d like to thank my good friend Jason for suggesting that I start doing it. It is such a good way for me to vent!
I seriously would be a metaphorical Happy Meal for Sigmund the Freud! By the by, I woke up at the butt-crack o’ dawn again this morning! I’m seriously stoked for my vacation to Jackson Hole on the holiday which was set aside for moi... Labor Day. This would not be because of my contribution to America’s workforce, because; do you even know me? Let’s just say that my 10 month old niece Avery brought home roughly as much as I did from HER job! No the reason that I say that is because I’m sure that many people have been mistaken to think that I personally was about to go into labor! I’m sure that as I went into the countless Instacare’s the countless times that I have... there have been many nurses who have dialed Guinness and told them that there was a headline story on their hands!
Hey you Ladies and Gents, I just wanted to tell you all thanks. I truly hope that I’m not boring the heck out of you. Honestly, this very well may have been the best idea to have me do. I’d like to thank my good friend Jason for suggesting that I start doing it. It is such a good way for me to vent!
Monday, August 3, 2009
My Most Recent Poem, Conquest
“Conquest”
“I am my own man and there is nobody who can change that!
I was this way my whole 1st life, right up until the 1st time I died.
I came back to life in some ways better off, as if pulled out of a hat.
However... some parts of my egg were scrambled, some were right fried.
For example, I once ran miles and miles a day, now I limp so very few!
My memory was also amazing, as efficient and sturdy as a steel trap.
But my past just got me so trials weren’t more than I could chew.
I now look at life with no fear, ‘bout adversity I don’t give a crap.
Yes, agonizing pain has pretty much calloused my once beaten soul.
But I’ve learned to face challenge with a wider and prouder smile.
I wouldn’t trade it for the world, the struggle’s made me whole!
And on my journey in Hell, I’ve had support all the while.
I deeply mourn the death of he who died a long decade ago.
I adored his fit body, his loveable spirit, and his spacious mind.
But my love for the reborn man I am is beginning to start to grow!
I have more compassion, empathy, knowledge, and am far more kind.
It is not hard for me to see that my growth could come no other way!
And I would not trade this kind of growth for the entire world.
I have worked so damn hard to finally see this kind of a day.
That has made it more pleasing to see my banner unfurled.
Eric Evans wears a trait that is open and easy for any to see.
It’s as if there is only one huge word emblazoned upon his chest!
And what; for the deaf dumb and blind, would this single word be?
In orange & red as if afire with passion would rest the title; ‘conquest’.”
Eric Eugene Evans ~ 8/02/2009 ~ 2:00 A.M.
“I am my own man and there is nobody who can change that!
I was this way my whole 1st life, right up until the 1st time I died.
I came back to life in some ways better off, as if pulled out of a hat.
However... some parts of my egg were scrambled, some were right fried.
For example, I once ran miles and miles a day, now I limp so very few!
My memory was also amazing, as efficient and sturdy as a steel trap.
But my past just got me so trials weren’t more than I could chew.
I now look at life with no fear, ‘bout adversity I don’t give a crap.
Yes, agonizing pain has pretty much calloused my once beaten soul.
But I’ve learned to face challenge with a wider and prouder smile.
I wouldn’t trade it for the world, the struggle’s made me whole!
And on my journey in Hell, I’ve had support all the while.
I deeply mourn the death of he who died a long decade ago.
I adored his fit body, his loveable spirit, and his spacious mind.
But my love for the reborn man I am is beginning to start to grow!
I have more compassion, empathy, knowledge, and am far more kind.
It is not hard for me to see that my growth could come no other way!
And I would not trade this kind of growth for the entire world.
I have worked so damn hard to finally see this kind of a day.
That has made it more pleasing to see my banner unfurled.
Eric Evans wears a trait that is open and easy for any to see.
It’s as if there is only one huge word emblazoned upon his chest!
And what; for the deaf dumb and blind, would this single word be?
In orange & red as if afire with passion would rest the title; ‘conquest’.”
Eric Eugene Evans ~ 8/02/2009 ~ 2:00 A.M.
Made To Feel The Way That Every Child Should...
I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad! The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. I find it hard to tell you, 'cause I find it hard to take.. When people run in circles it's a very very mad world.
Please do not get the wrong idea? I am not in a rollar coaster mood. I'm actually in an inordinately good mood. I heard this song by Tears For Fears; "Mad World", and it brought to mind how very frickin' much I am lucky about the way I love my life. I litterally hated it for years on end. Now I can see a light at the end of this tunnell through the Hell of this "Mad World". I can't think of a better word to describe my emotions, fittingly, than the word "inexplicable"! It seriously blows to be going through what I am, but dang, to be going through it in MY EXACT TYPE of shoes is virtually Divine. Every time that my life starts to look down... something comes along my way to lift my spirits and pick me up again! I KNOW for a given fact that I am watched over and protected. I'm supposed to be here for a reason, and I know that I'll find out that reason / those reasons when I'm ready and it comes time.
Until then, I honestly cannott imagine being in better shoes than those that I'm in. I have the absolute best support cushion / network I've ever heard of. Seriously, an adequately trained family from above, a carbon-copy family on this realm, An amazingly resilient body and mind, a basis of friends from Bob - Jeff - Misty Lou - Theresa - to... another Jeff in Logan, to Nurse Spaztrick - Nurse Becka in Provo, to Francis - Barbera - Niel in Idaho, to Tyler - Mindy - Brandy - Nurse Ang - Jason - Stacey - Aubrey - Scott x2 -Brock - Jessicca - Ranelle - Tony and many others whose names I cannot remember in Cedar City, to Bill and many others in Salt Lake, to Marty - Jan - Marv - Virginia - Paulette - John - and countless other friends and relatives in Bountiful. I have help just about everywhere I turn. From Canada to the Western US... I'm pretty much covered!
I love you Mother and Dad,
Eric "Lazerus" Evans
Please do not get the wrong idea? I am not in a rollar coaster mood. I'm actually in an inordinately good mood. I heard this song by Tears For Fears; "Mad World", and it brought to mind how very frickin' much I am lucky about the way I love my life. I litterally hated it for years on end. Now I can see a light at the end of this tunnell through the Hell of this "Mad World". I can't think of a better word to describe my emotions, fittingly, than the word "inexplicable"! It seriously blows to be going through what I am, but dang, to be going through it in MY EXACT TYPE of shoes is virtually Divine. Every time that my life starts to look down... something comes along my way to lift my spirits and pick me up again! I KNOW for a given fact that I am watched over and protected. I'm supposed to be here for a reason, and I know that I'll find out that reason / those reasons when I'm ready and it comes time.
Until then, I honestly cannott imagine being in better shoes than those that I'm in. I have the absolute best support cushion / network I've ever heard of. Seriously, an adequately trained family from above, a carbon-copy family on this realm, An amazingly resilient body and mind, a basis of friends from Bob - Jeff - Misty Lou - Theresa - to... another Jeff in Logan, to Nurse Spaztrick - Nurse Becka in Provo, to Francis - Barbera - Niel in Idaho, to Tyler - Mindy - Brandy - Nurse Ang - Jason - Stacey - Aubrey - Scott x2 -Brock - Jessicca - Ranelle - Tony and many others whose names I cannot remember in Cedar City, to Bill and many others in Salt Lake, to Marty - Jan - Marv - Virginia - Paulette - John - and countless other friends and relatives in Bountiful. I have help just about everywhere I turn. From Canada to the Western US... I'm pretty much covered!
I love you Mother and Dad,
Eric "Lazerus" Evans
This Is What I Brought You, This You Can Keep.
But please, please do not forget me! I promise to depart, just promise one thing. To kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
Okay people, I have a dare for you. I double-dog-dare you to... name the band and the lead singer? My weekend was fairly good, how was all of yours, I hope that it was good? I won the lottery, I bought a 1984 Chevy Corvette Stingray (black) with the money, I then went to New Orleans and was cruisin' the strip. Who did I happen to fly by? None other than the recently split up... Claudia Schiffer! Are you surprised, 'cause I sure was? Then she told me that she needed a spouse or else she would lose 3 million dollars in a settlement from her prior marraige. I told her that if I HAD to, I might be able to find it in my heart to do that. We flew to Maui Hawaii, where we were quietly wed, as we had skillfully eluded the press! We were only able to have a 2 day honeymoon, as I was contractually bound to go to practices today with The New Orleans Saints. After all... they needed the most time possible to get me aquainted and accustomed with the team, as I had aquired the position of quarterback. Holy crap... my lower arms ache so badly because I have used them so heavily to sign contracts and Marital vows and titles and so on and so forth. And that is not even mentioning the training I finished near the end of the week in and for being "Beyonce Carter"'s body guard. It truly is hard to be humble when you are as great as I am. But SOMEHOW... I happen to manage.
If there's a bustle in your hegderow, don't be alarmed now.
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen!
Yes, there are two roads you can go down, but in the long run,
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind!
Eric "Bonzo" Evans... the 1st
Okay people, I have a dare for you. I double-dog-dare you to... name the band and the lead singer? My weekend was fairly good, how was all of yours, I hope that it was good? I won the lottery, I bought a 1984 Chevy Corvette Stingray (black) with the money, I then went to New Orleans and was cruisin' the strip. Who did I happen to fly by? None other than the recently split up... Claudia Schiffer! Are you surprised, 'cause I sure was? Then she told me that she needed a spouse or else she would lose 3 million dollars in a settlement from her prior marraige. I told her that if I HAD to, I might be able to find it in my heart to do that. We flew to Maui Hawaii, where we were quietly wed, as we had skillfully eluded the press! We were only able to have a 2 day honeymoon, as I was contractually bound to go to practices today with The New Orleans Saints. After all... they needed the most time possible to get me aquainted and accustomed with the team, as I had aquired the position of quarterback. Holy crap... my lower arms ache so badly because I have used them so heavily to sign contracts and Marital vows and titles and so on and so forth. And that is not even mentioning the training I finished near the end of the week in and for being "Beyonce Carter"'s body guard. It truly is hard to be humble when you are as great as I am. But SOMEHOW... I happen to manage.
If there's a bustle in your hegderow, don't be alarmed now.
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen!
Yes, there are two roads you can go down, but in the long run,
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind!
Eric "Bonzo" Evans... the 1st
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Won't you come; and wash the rain away?
Friday, July 31st, 2009=
Today I awakened Nate to the D. To the O. To the double G. Then I convinced him yo actually get up out of bed and ready for the day. I agreed to cook him break - a - fist and eat with him if he would. I also took a walk and a drive with Latisha. We also had a pick-a-nick in the park. At the end, she called me her Brother and it felt SO FRICKIN’ GOOD! I get along with her staff Amanda, Brandy, my staff Mace... AND HERSELF so much more every time that I see them.(each individually, nobody in specific over anyone else.) While we were out during the day, James and I took the chance to go to the college library to work on my email and blogspot. While doing so, COMPLETELY BY “COINCIDENCE”... our path intersected with the path of Mace, who would be working later with me. He was a’ doin’ homework “wit” his awesome wife Brook and their little angel baby daughter Kennedy. Whenever I happen to see the little cherub, it brightens my day. I’m incessantly reminded when I DO see her of a quote by Carl Sandberg. “Babies are a sign that God wants life to go on.” NEXT TO MY OWN FRICKIN’ NIECES, she is one of the cutest little girls I’ve ever seen! Mace must be dang proud. He better be, ‘cause he deserves it! Amanda, ‘Tish. And I are gonna kick it again esta noche on another walk / pick - a -nick for dinner. I have asked Latisha AS KINDLY AS IS HUMANLY POSSIBLE... if she would watch her language with the F*** word, I told her that the vulgarity REALLY offended moi. Amanda heavily concurred! And... shockingly... it is working! I think that one of the reasons I so dig kickin’ it with ’Tish is because of the fact that I see that I REALLY AM making a positive influence in life. The more cleaned up and refined that she alters her personality... the more stunningly beautiful she becomes. She called me her Brother today. I found that right bitchin’. DANG... that feels good! I guess I may be a megalomaniac in training, or perhaps I simply like MAKING a good difference instead of BEING a bad difference? I prefer to think that it’s the latter! I truly do hope that some day She can be indefinitely happy. She really does deserve it. In a funkstah kind of way, things have been going exceptionally well lately. So many things that I was taught were “right”, and or “wrong” for my ENTIRE LIFE before the accident, are one by one being reciprocated in my current life. And I feel no guilt at all any longer. Just exactly who the Hell am I? Anyone? Anyone? Buellar? Buellar? Please, don’t get me wrong... no guilt, simply pseudo-painful confusion. I concluded the day gratefully, by kicking trash inordinately well in Tiger Woods Golf 2009 on the Wii. There was a huge frickin’ line of little video pixel hotties just a’ beggin’ for my autograph and a hug at the end of both matches I played! And there was much rejoicing... and Robin ate his minstrels. Again. And there was much rejoicing! Dang, Robin sure does go through those frickin’ minstrels right quick-like!
Today I awakened Nate to the D. To the O. To the double G. Then I convinced him yo actually get up out of bed and ready for the day. I agreed to cook him break - a - fist and eat with him if he would. I also took a walk and a drive with Latisha. We also had a pick-a-nick in the park. At the end, she called me her Brother and it felt SO FRICKIN’ GOOD! I get along with her staff Amanda, Brandy, my staff Mace... AND HERSELF so much more every time that I see them.(each individually, nobody in specific over anyone else.) While we were out during the day, James and I took the chance to go to the college library to work on my email and blogspot. While doing so, COMPLETELY BY “COINCIDENCE”... our path intersected with the path of Mace, who would be working later with me. He was a’ doin’ homework “wit” his awesome wife Brook and their little angel baby daughter Kennedy. Whenever I happen to see the little cherub, it brightens my day. I’m incessantly reminded when I DO see her of a quote by Carl Sandberg. “Babies are a sign that God wants life to go on.” NEXT TO MY OWN FRICKIN’ NIECES, she is one of the cutest little girls I’ve ever seen! Mace must be dang proud. He better be, ‘cause he deserves it! Amanda, ‘Tish. And I are gonna kick it again esta noche on another walk / pick - a -nick for dinner. I have asked Latisha AS KINDLY AS IS HUMANLY POSSIBLE... if she would watch her language with the F*** word, I told her that the vulgarity REALLY offended moi. Amanda heavily concurred! And... shockingly... it is working! I think that one of the reasons I so dig kickin’ it with ’Tish is because of the fact that I see that I REALLY AM making a positive influence in life. The more cleaned up and refined that she alters her personality... the more stunningly beautiful she becomes. She called me her Brother today. I found that right bitchin’. DANG... that feels good! I guess I may be a megalomaniac in training, or perhaps I simply like MAKING a good difference instead of BEING a bad difference? I prefer to think that it’s the latter! I truly do hope that some day She can be indefinitely happy. She really does deserve it. In a funkstah kind of way, things have been going exceptionally well lately. So many things that I was taught were “right”, and or “wrong” for my ENTIRE LIFE before the accident, are one by one being reciprocated in my current life. And I feel no guilt at all any longer. Just exactly who the Hell am I? Anyone? Anyone? Buellar? Buellar? Please, don’t get me wrong... no guilt, simply pseudo-painful confusion. I concluded the day gratefully, by kicking trash inordinately well in Tiger Woods Golf 2009 on the Wii. There was a huge frickin’ line of little video pixel hotties just a’ beggin’ for my autograph and a hug at the end of both matches I played! And there was much rejoicing... and Robin ate his minstrels. Again. And there was much rejoicing! Dang, Robin sure does go through those frickin’ minstrels right quick-like!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Somethin' Tells Me I'm Into Something Good
Thursday, July 30th, 2009 =
I love my danged brain. Sigmund Freud would have had a heyday with me! From SO MANY close calls with Allie Corrine Shaw, to diggin’ graves, to being the Captain of the Track Team with a near photographic memory, to numerous girlfriends... some simultaneous, to being pulled over more than 15 times for speeding and having ONLY 3 tickets, to earning my Eagle Scout award at the age of twelve and receiving it with 3 palms at the age of 15, to getting a car for my 16th birthday, to going on yearly family vacations to Canada and around the Nation, to getting out of countless “un-excused” absences and truancies / tardies, to dying in a car wreck...
To coming back to life, to costing my parental units millions of dollars, to burning down my apt. complex, to being in the hospital for 5+ years, to kissing a distant second cousin at a family reunion, to my picture perfect meznemeory with movies and music, to the virtually impenetrable shunt and stomach of iron, to my CONSTANT recovery, It could easily be said that I’ve lived an interesting life. No?
I am proud of so very little of this, yet... in a paradoxical manner, I take deep pride in all of it! I feel immense remorse for any I’ve hurt or offended along the way, but I still maintain that I would not change it for the world. I have lived a life (INCLUDING ALL THINGS CONSIDERED); that many people would kill for the opportunity to have lived. Honestly.
I adore you, Mother Divine of mine! I thank you for ALL you have done for me.
Friday, July 31st, 2009=
This morning my buddy Nate did not want to get out of bed and get ready for the day. I was notified and bequeathed to assist, so I did. He was uber-pissed when I woke him up, so I said in a stern vocal tone; “NATE, who are you talking to?” He got pensive for a moment and then said with apprehension; “My Brother?” I concurred and said to come to the kitchen and I would have breakfast with him. He grabbed my hand and followed me to the kitchen. I made his food and mine, and took it to the table. We ate together and joked and laughed and by the end of the meal. He was smiling! Perhaps this is why I am his roommate? I seriously DO consider him to be a Brother and a friend… just like my own blood Brothers.
When it comes to stewed prunes… is 1 enough? Are 2 too many?
One of the many complexities of life,
Hugs and Kisses xoxoxoxoxo,
Eric “Brawny-man” Evans
I love my danged brain. Sigmund Freud would have had a heyday with me! From SO MANY close calls with Allie Corrine Shaw, to diggin’ graves, to being the Captain of the Track Team with a near photographic memory, to numerous girlfriends... some simultaneous, to being pulled over more than 15 times for speeding and having ONLY 3 tickets, to earning my Eagle Scout award at the age of twelve and receiving it with 3 palms at the age of 15, to getting a car for my 16th birthday, to going on yearly family vacations to Canada and around the Nation, to getting out of countless “un-excused” absences and truancies / tardies, to dying in a car wreck...
To coming back to life, to costing my parental units millions of dollars, to burning down my apt. complex, to being in the hospital for 5+ years, to kissing a distant second cousin at a family reunion, to my picture perfect meznemeory with movies and music, to the virtually impenetrable shunt and stomach of iron, to my CONSTANT recovery, It could easily be said that I’ve lived an interesting life. No?
I am proud of so very little of this, yet... in a paradoxical manner, I take deep pride in all of it! I feel immense remorse for any I’ve hurt or offended along the way, but I still maintain that I would not change it for the world. I have lived a life (INCLUDING ALL THINGS CONSIDERED); that many people would kill for the opportunity to have lived. Honestly.
I adore you, Mother Divine of mine! I thank you for ALL you have done for me.
Friday, July 31st, 2009=
This morning my buddy Nate did not want to get out of bed and get ready for the day. I was notified and bequeathed to assist, so I did. He was uber-pissed when I woke him up, so I said in a stern vocal tone; “NATE, who are you talking to?” He got pensive for a moment and then said with apprehension; “My Brother?” I concurred and said to come to the kitchen and I would have breakfast with him. He grabbed my hand and followed me to the kitchen. I made his food and mine, and took it to the table. We ate together and joked and laughed and by the end of the meal. He was smiling! Perhaps this is why I am his roommate? I seriously DO consider him to be a Brother and a friend… just like my own blood Brothers.
When it comes to stewed prunes… is 1 enough? Are 2 too many?
One of the many complexities of life,
Hugs and Kisses xoxoxoxoxo,
Eric “Brawny-man” Evans
Thursday, July 30, 2009
“Told me how you’re leavin’ me to some organ grinder’s lullaby!”
MAS DEL LIBRE DEL HOMBRE.
Erico Suave Eugene Evans
WEDNESDAY JULY 29th, 2009 =
Erico Suave Eugene Evans
WEDNESDAY JULY 29th, 2009 =
Today has been a fair to meddlin’ sort of a day. The only downside has been something which; unfortunately, I have become quite accustomed to over the last 11+ years. I felt inordinately alone today. I NEVER EVER felt this alone before my car accident. But when I needed it just about the most, I got the best kind of gift that I could ever have been given; a call from my Mother of divinity! Just when I needed it most.
I would openly testify that my Mother Beautiful has some funkstah connection with my soul THAT I WOULD NOT TRADE FOR THE WORLD. I needn’t ever be reminded of this but regardless, I was this afternoon. I was just at the axis of good vs. crapstah mood, at which point the deciding catalyst occurred. I received a phone call from my best friend.
I am proud to say that, for thirty years now; my own Mother has been my nest friend. With VERY few intermittent and short lasting periods, we’ve always adored each other so much. It is so very hard NOT to love my Mother, let alone look up to her. My beloved Mother and my fortuitous Father are and always have been my greatest role models.
But please, do not get me wrong... I have not anywhere near always been the easiest child to raise. Yes, I’ve been; for the most part, very healthy. Yes, I’ve been; for the most part, very intellectual. Yes, I’ve been; for the most part, very happy. Yes, I’ve been; for the most part, very spiritual. Yes, I’ve been; for the most part, very active... BUT I’VE ALWAYS BEEN ONE WHO INSISTS ON BEING HIS OWN MAN! (Whether able to or not!) (Even before getting plowed by a truck!)
I have no doubt in my chubstah lil’ heart that my Mother was given to me, not the other way around. She would not be worthy of one bit of that! Again, don’t get me wrong, my Dad is THE MAN, but I am, always have been, and always will be a Momma’s boy. She has three of those and some beautiful little Gamma’s girls.
ANYWAYS... she called me purely because she felt that she needed to. AND SHE DID NEED TO. OR, I NEEDED HER TO! My own Mother is the epitome of the word “Beauty”. I am so lucky to be her and my Dad’s son, on so many levels.
She talked to me for 10 or 20 minutes and when I hung up the phone, I felt like a better man entirely! I made a malt-shake for “The Nathanator” and I and then I went on to have a Wii bowling tournament with Joe. He is a dang good friend. I appreciate all he puts up with and how he handles the highs and the lows of our friendship.
He is a person who, even though my family is hours away, is somebody I can always count on to lean on. I know he’ll never judge me or think less of me. That means a whole Hell of a lot to me. He reminds me a ton of a younger version of my elder Brother Lance.
Well, the candles are burning low and I’m pretty frickin’ tired, so I’m gonna hit the sack. I’m tired and I best be rested up for the morrow. You know, the life of a super-hero is hard. We’ll just leave it at that... for now!
‘Till later... buenas dias y bienvenidos. !Muchas gracias!
Eric Eugene Raging Stallion Evans
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
She Came Pushing 16 Horses
“The Ripple Effect”
“As James sat in his self-built cabin, waiting for his own existence to end,
He began to try and find even one single way; his soon to be over life to defend!
With every thought that went through his mind, he ignored the blaring T.V.!
He saw people having fun away in Samoa, and thought; why can’t that be me?
His home lay near the bottom of the rapidly and violently avalanching slope.
When the noise dramatically increased, he began losing all of his hope.
Who would have thought this would occur cause of something like a birds nest?
Let ALL other theories die and lie dormant; in their final, lasting, rest.
---The truth is THIS---
A bit before, high up the mountain’s slope; the nest fell off its resting place.
Making contact with the slope’s six feet of snow; it rippled the mountain’s face
A wave led to another; till’ any would have told that all Hell had broken loose.
If were a skier in the tourist town ¼ this would’ve really gotten your goose!
One menial little incident, that happens everywhere; any day of the year.
Created something that rumbled loud enough ¼ if not careful; could pop the ear.
Nest to snow, snow to rocks, rocks to trees, trees to cliffs, cliffs to town.
All bitter birds in ‘Bird World’ were looking to give the nest’s owner a crown!
---What can we learn from this?---
Do our own actions affect anyone but us?
No matter how much you argue, bitch, or fuss ¼
Most things you do; could cause many others to cuss.
Just think about all of the people that could be tied to you.
No matter of the time, nor whatever day, it’s certainly not a few!
It is never known where your good or bad actions will ripple to.
So next time you blow, consider to whom you connect.
Do you want them to feel the emotions you project?
We must always remember ‘The Ripple Effect’!”
Eric Eugene Evans 01/24/2007
“As James sat in his self-built cabin, waiting for his own existence to end,
He began to try and find even one single way; his soon to be over life to defend!
With every thought that went through his mind, he ignored the blaring T.V.!
He saw people having fun away in Samoa, and thought; why can’t that be me?
His home lay near the bottom of the rapidly and violently avalanching slope.
When the noise dramatically increased, he began losing all of his hope.
Who would have thought this would occur cause of something like a birds nest?
Let ALL other theories die and lie dormant; in their final, lasting, rest.
---The truth is THIS---
A bit before, high up the mountain’s slope; the nest fell off its resting place.
Making contact with the slope’s six feet of snow; it rippled the mountain’s face
A wave led to another; till’ any would have told that all Hell had broken loose.
If were a skier in the tourist town ¼ this would’ve really gotten your goose!
One menial little incident, that happens everywhere; any day of the year.
Created something that rumbled loud enough ¼ if not careful; could pop the ear.
Nest to snow, snow to rocks, rocks to trees, trees to cliffs, cliffs to town.
All bitter birds in ‘Bird World’ were looking to give the nest’s owner a crown!
---What can we learn from this?---
Do our own actions affect anyone but us?
No matter how much you argue, bitch, or fuss ¼
Most things you do; could cause many others to cuss.
Just think about all of the people that could be tied to you.
No matter of the time, nor whatever day, it’s certainly not a few!
It is never known where your good or bad actions will ripple to.
So next time you blow, consider to whom you connect.
Do you want them to feel the emotions you project?
We must always remember ‘The Ripple Effect’!”
Eric Eugene Evans 01/24/2007
She Came Pushing 16 Horses
“The Ripple Effect”
“As James sat in his self-built cabin, waiting for his own existence to end,
He began to try and find even one single way; his soon to be over life to defend!
With every thought that went through his mind, he ignored the blaring T.V.!
He saw people having fun away in Samoa, and thought; why can’t that be me?
His home lay near the bottom of the rapidly and violently avalanching slope.
When the noise dramatically increased, he began losing all of his hope.
Who would have thought this would occur cause of something like a birds nest?
Let ALL other theories die and lie dormant; in their final, lasting, rest.
---The truth is THIS---
A bit before, high up the mountain’s slope; the nest fell off its resting place.
Making contact with the slope’s six feet of snow; it rippled the mountain’s face
A wave led to another; till’ any would have told that all Hell had broken loose.
If were a skier in the tourist town ¼ this would’ve really gotten your goose!
One menial little incident, that happens everywhere; any day of the year.
Created something that rumbled loud enough ¼ if not careful; could pop the ear.
Nest to snow, snow to rocks, rocks to trees, trees to cliffs, cliffs to town.
All bitter birds in ‘Bird World’ were looking to give the nest’s owner a crown!
---What can we learn from this?---
Do our own actions affect anyone but us?
No matter how much you argue, bitch, or fuss ¼
Most things you do; could cause many others to cuss.
Just think about all of the people that could be tied to you.
No matter of the time, nor whatever day, it’s certainly not a few!
It is never known where your good or bad actions will ripple to.
So next time you blow, consider to whom you connect.
Do you want them to feel the emotions you project?
We must always remember ‘The Ripple Effect’!”
Eric Eugene Evans 01/24/2007
“As James sat in his self-built cabin, waiting for his own existence to end,
He began to try and find even one single way; his soon to be over life to defend!
With every thought that went through his mind, he ignored the blaring T.V.!
He saw people having fun away in Samoa, and thought; why can’t that be me?
His home lay near the bottom of the rapidly and violently avalanching slope.
When the noise dramatically increased, he began losing all of his hope.
Who would have thought this would occur cause of something like a birds nest?
Let ALL other theories die and lie dormant; in their final, lasting, rest.
---The truth is THIS---
A bit before, high up the mountain’s slope; the nest fell off its resting place.
Making contact with the slope’s six feet of snow; it rippled the mountain’s face
A wave led to another; till’ any would have told that all Hell had broken loose.
If were a skier in the tourist town ¼ this would’ve really gotten your goose!
One menial little incident, that happens everywhere; any day of the year.
Created something that rumbled loud enough ¼ if not careful; could pop the ear.
Nest to snow, snow to rocks, rocks to trees, trees to cliffs, cliffs to town.
All bitter birds in ‘Bird World’ were looking to give the nest’s owner a crown!
---What can we learn from this?---
Do our own actions affect anyone but us?
No matter how much you argue, bitch, or fuss ¼
Most things you do; could cause many others to cuss.
Just think about all of the people that could be tied to you.
No matter of the time, nor whatever day, it’s certainly not a few!
It is never known where your good or bad actions will ripple to.
So next time you blow, consider to whom you connect.
Do you want them to feel the emotions you project?
We must always remember ‘The Ripple Effect’!”
Eric Eugene Evans 01/24/2007
Strummin' My Pain With Her Fingers.
Well you guys, I am truly sorry about my sparce devotion to the blog as of late. I have been uber-busy. But I promise that I'll give it the tripple E. best to pick up the slack from here on out. In case you are wondering... here is the meaning behind "Triple E.". My initials are E.E.E. Also, fittingly; the three words which best describe me end with the E. sound. Here they are, drumroll please... #1.= Pasty, #2.= Chubby, #3.= Sexy! Well, I best be checkin' my e-mail, I promise to update again soon. Thanks,
Eric Evans
Eric Evans
Somewhere Over The Rainbow, Way Up High...
LIBRE DEL HOMBRE... !Mio!
Erico Suave Eugene Evans
SUNDAY JULY 26, 2009 =
Today has been an exemplary day. It started out a’ lookin’ like the craps. I think that I had a crapstah dream last night. I didn’t sleep well at all. And things were not lookin’ any better when I got up at the usual butt-crack of dawn and golfed a mere mediocre round of 9 holes on Tiger Woods’ 2009 Wii golf. Needless to say, that upset me! After all, I AM a super-star, used to praise and applause where ere I go.
Anyways, I do digress! I proceeded to get up and prepare my break-a-fist. After which, I proceeded to sup upon that which I refer to as my scrambled Heaven... pork de soir! Upon my completion and re-entrance into this “Earthly” realm, I did my dishes and reentered my Den Of Iniquity!
I made a prompt decision on wether to attempt some much needed make-up sleep from the preceding night or to get up and go to church. I made a decision that I’m not too proud of at all, yet in a paradoxical kind of a way... I do not regret at all. I shut my door locked it up, and turned up my stereo of divinity! All elusive sleep was obtained. And there was much rejoicing. And Robin ate his Minstrels. And there was much rejoicing. Yeah!!!
I awakened and went out to talk to Mace about possible avenues for our agenda today. I suggested that we call a friend to see if they wanted to take a walk or something. They said that they would love too. My friend Amanda later told me that she had been attempting to get her friend Latisha to take a walk for the last hour. She’d objected. As soon as I asked, she agreed. I was not opposed to this lil’ tidbit o’ knowledge!
So we took about an hour long walk for a mile or ten! (You know; due to the massive head trauma, I lose count pretty easily!) It felt good to be out in the sun just a takin’ it easy and speakin’ with each other and my roommate who asked to tag along, and is THE MAN! You know, next to me, of course! David. He is uber-cool by way of being uber-chill and smooth. We get along better EVERY DAY! My roommate Nate D. to the O. to the double G. G. Stayed home.
Mace and I stopped my friends house to get the phone # for Latisha. He then took me to the gas station to get a beverage of my choice. I selected a mocha flavored chocolate ice thinger! And, damn folks... that was tasty somethin’ fierce. Just what the Doctor ordered. We then returned home for a rest. I called Madremio and filled the sequential slot of the Sabbath Day call to her. I adore my Mother.
In my opinion, I agree with the quote that Brandon Lee makes in the prime flick, The Crow. “‘Mother’ is the word for God on the lips and hearts of all children.” I heavily concur. My Angel of a Maternal figure was sent from above to prepare for me and then use all of the skills that she learned in the preexistence to prepare me for the present. My Mom is a direct conduit used by God Himself to touch me and my life. I know that for a fact! Emotionally, Intellectually, Spiritually, Socially, Financially. All of these ways and every other way she has helped me.
Had she not married such a dang good guy, it’d be simple to say SHE was the sole reason that I’m alive. But thankfully, alas... ‘tis not so. She and my Father both took care of the intellectual slices o’ the pie! I can honestly say that my beloved Father took 100% of the physical reins. I watched him from the earliest days I can remember run the bloody fuschnickens out of his knees!
He has had both of his knees operated on to the point where running is the absolute LAST thing on his agenda. If he does, a massive amount of pain ensues. I FEEL HIS INNER PAIN HEAVILY AND TO AN “E”! There is absolutely nothing that I would not give to be able to run again! Which brings us to the next fantastic thing to occur!
I decided to try to enhance my day even further by contacting my friend Jessica. She is a female client in Cedar with Prater Willie Syndrome. I respect her so much because she actually handles this malady while still being able to have friends and maintain an acceptable degree of self-respect.
This disability would literally kill me. I love sugar and food in general far too much! She admits her weaknesses and honestly admits she is working on them. She sticks religiously to her diet, and is thin as a pretty lil’ twig! I have more sympathy for her than most people out there due to the fact that I just think it would be the suck to have her disability.
Honestly; if ever given the choice between the physical and emotional pain and struggle of my lot, and the emotional Hell of hers... I would choose my own. Mostly because SHE’S HAD HERS HER WHOLE LIFE! I’ve had mine for just over 1/3 of mine. I can bitch and moan until das cowsenhiemen (sp?!?) come home! By the by, don’t be too impressed, those are two words in German; yes. But, they are two of the less than 10 I even know! If those are the qualifications to being fully versed and lingual in a particular language, then I am seriously multi-lingual!
English, French, Spanish, German, Russian, Latin, Italian, Canadian aye ya Hose-head, and last but not least... British. Ya’ see, that last one was not easy because although I have direct British ancestry. I’m a blimey American Bloke. Senora Paulette Birdsall, you must know that los terminados dos lingueses estas los mas ‘difficulto’ apprendar. Mrs. Birdsall, I hope you know I’m kidding. Todo mi corazon es para ti. Muchas gracias para todo la amistad y la apprenda. Te amo Carinia. Sorry for the numerous mistakes folks. I have too much pride to pick up my Spanish / Ingles dictionary to translate or check my memory. So... there you go.
So I called Jessica and bequeathed that she and a staff visit my Den of Iniquity so as I could whip up a bit of a malt for them. She had me ask her staff, so I did. He said that they could come on down every two weeks or so, then he told me that they’d be there in 15! Well; spank me twice and call me Sally! When it dries up, it really evaporates. I have been waiting for quite some time for a day like this. Am I no longer sure of tomorrow’s suck?
SHE HAS PRATER WILLIE, PEOPLE! Please, don’t think that I’m voicing a complaint, it was simply an answer I never would have expected to get. That seriously gives me something to look forward to. I’ll see her cute little face every other Sunday! What a way to brighten up the week a bit more.
There is absolutely NOTHING that brings me more pleasure and satisfaction than when I can see the pre-accident Eric resurfacing and evolving into the man that I am today. My memory is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative, sans the bit o’ chubby aspect of my appearance and that damned limp; my physical condition is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative, except for that frickin’ nagging inability to attain a job; my professional life is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative, except for the minor aspect of HAVING NEITHER A WIFE NOR ANY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE CHIDDREN for their Grandmother to lovingly coddle; my family life is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative, sans the fact that I am virtually shunned by society and not allowed to prove myself worthy; my social life is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative.
Please forgive me for going off on the bitching and moaning tangent. I am a skosh bitter about being kept off the train that my “Little”... YOUNGER (not little at all any more.) Brother seemingly became the Captain of. Mission served... well, college degree in accounting obtained... well, the Ford Mustang Cobra obtained... well, the beautiful wife brought down... well, and the cherubic little gem of a baby girl spawned... well. Damn... I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to think about that last one. Pardon me for a moment while I go and slap myself upside the head! Okay, I have chundered and whacked myself upside the head for a consequence to my asinine choices. I can now move on.
I believe fully in the power of music. ANYBODY who even knows of me most probably knows that. I sleep for circa 3 - 4 hours a night, music is my overall Savior for the rest of the time. I can play 6 songs on the piano with my eyes shut... from memory! I can name more than 2000 musicians simply by the name of the band or the sound of their voices, I can quote the lyrics to thousands of songs. Worthless crap man! Pshaw!
I’m not bragging, simply informing you all. As I began to type this excerpt, the first song to come on the Sony sound system on my computer with 10,037 DIFFERENT songs on it was; “The Boxer” by S & G. It’s words are so poignant with a meaning which I heavily embrace. Relative to my life... I AM THE BOXER!
“In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade, and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him ‘till he cried out in his anger and his shame; ‘I am leaving... I am leaving!’ But the fighter still remains. Mmm!” - “The Boxer” Simon & Garfunkle.
‘Till later... buenas dias y bienvenidos. !Muchas gracias!
Eric Eugene Raging Stallion Evans
Erico Suave Eugene Evans
SUNDAY JULY 26, 2009 =
Today has been an exemplary day. It started out a’ lookin’ like the craps. I think that I had a crapstah dream last night. I didn’t sleep well at all. And things were not lookin’ any better when I got up at the usual butt-crack of dawn and golfed a mere mediocre round of 9 holes on Tiger Woods’ 2009 Wii golf. Needless to say, that upset me! After all, I AM a super-star, used to praise and applause where ere I go.
Anyways, I do digress! I proceeded to get up and prepare my break-a-fist. After which, I proceeded to sup upon that which I refer to as my scrambled Heaven... pork de soir! Upon my completion and re-entrance into this “Earthly” realm, I did my dishes and reentered my Den Of Iniquity!
I made a prompt decision on wether to attempt some much needed make-up sleep from the preceding night or to get up and go to church. I made a decision that I’m not too proud of at all, yet in a paradoxical kind of a way... I do not regret at all. I shut my door locked it up, and turned up my stereo of divinity! All elusive sleep was obtained. And there was much rejoicing. And Robin ate his Minstrels. And there was much rejoicing. Yeah!!!
I awakened and went out to talk to Mace about possible avenues for our agenda today. I suggested that we call a friend to see if they wanted to take a walk or something. They said that they would love too. My friend Amanda later told me that she had been attempting to get her friend Latisha to take a walk for the last hour. She’d objected. As soon as I asked, she agreed. I was not opposed to this lil’ tidbit o’ knowledge!
So we took about an hour long walk for a mile or ten! (You know; due to the massive head trauma, I lose count pretty easily!) It felt good to be out in the sun just a takin’ it easy and speakin’ with each other and my roommate who asked to tag along, and is THE MAN! You know, next to me, of course! David. He is uber-cool by way of being uber-chill and smooth. We get along better EVERY DAY! My roommate Nate D. to the O. to the double G. G. Stayed home.
Mace and I stopped my friends house to get the phone # for Latisha. He then took me to the gas station to get a beverage of my choice. I selected a mocha flavored chocolate ice thinger! And, damn folks... that was tasty somethin’ fierce. Just what the Doctor ordered. We then returned home for a rest. I called Madremio and filled the sequential slot of the Sabbath Day call to her. I adore my Mother.
In my opinion, I agree with the quote that Brandon Lee makes in the prime flick, The Crow. “‘Mother’ is the word for God on the lips and hearts of all children.” I heavily concur. My Angel of a Maternal figure was sent from above to prepare for me and then use all of the skills that she learned in the preexistence to prepare me for the present. My Mom is a direct conduit used by God Himself to touch me and my life. I know that for a fact! Emotionally, Intellectually, Spiritually, Socially, Financially. All of these ways and every other way she has helped me.
Had she not married such a dang good guy, it’d be simple to say SHE was the sole reason that I’m alive. But thankfully, alas... ‘tis not so. She and my Father both took care of the intellectual slices o’ the pie! I can honestly say that my beloved Father took 100% of the physical reins. I watched him from the earliest days I can remember run the bloody fuschnickens out of his knees!
He has had both of his knees operated on to the point where running is the absolute LAST thing on his agenda. If he does, a massive amount of pain ensues. I FEEL HIS INNER PAIN HEAVILY AND TO AN “E”! There is absolutely nothing that I would not give to be able to run again! Which brings us to the next fantastic thing to occur!
I decided to try to enhance my day even further by contacting my friend Jessica. She is a female client in Cedar with Prater Willie Syndrome. I respect her so much because she actually handles this malady while still being able to have friends and maintain an acceptable degree of self-respect.
This disability would literally kill me. I love sugar and food in general far too much! She admits her weaknesses and honestly admits she is working on them. She sticks religiously to her diet, and is thin as a pretty lil’ twig! I have more sympathy for her than most people out there due to the fact that I just think it would be the suck to have her disability.
Honestly; if ever given the choice between the physical and emotional pain and struggle of my lot, and the emotional Hell of hers... I would choose my own. Mostly because SHE’S HAD HERS HER WHOLE LIFE! I’ve had mine for just over 1/3 of mine. I can bitch and moan until das cowsenhiemen (sp?!?) come home! By the by, don’t be too impressed, those are two words in German; yes. But, they are two of the less than 10 I even know! If those are the qualifications to being fully versed and lingual in a particular language, then I am seriously multi-lingual!
English, French, Spanish, German, Russian, Latin, Italian, Canadian aye ya Hose-head, and last but not least... British. Ya’ see, that last one was not easy because although I have direct British ancestry. I’m a blimey American Bloke. Senora Paulette Birdsall, you must know that los terminados dos lingueses estas los mas ‘difficulto’ apprendar. Mrs. Birdsall, I hope you know I’m kidding. Todo mi corazon es para ti. Muchas gracias para todo la amistad y la apprenda. Te amo Carinia. Sorry for the numerous mistakes folks. I have too much pride to pick up my Spanish / Ingles dictionary to translate or check my memory. So... there you go.
So I called Jessica and bequeathed that she and a staff visit my Den of Iniquity so as I could whip up a bit of a malt for them. She had me ask her staff, so I did. He said that they could come on down every two weeks or so, then he told me that they’d be there in 15! Well; spank me twice and call me Sally! When it dries up, it really evaporates. I have been waiting for quite some time for a day like this. Am I no longer sure of tomorrow’s suck?
SHE HAS PRATER WILLIE, PEOPLE! Please, don’t think that I’m voicing a complaint, it was simply an answer I never would have expected to get. That seriously gives me something to look forward to. I’ll see her cute little face every other Sunday! What a way to brighten up the week a bit more.
There is absolutely NOTHING that brings me more pleasure and satisfaction than when I can see the pre-accident Eric resurfacing and evolving into the man that I am today. My memory is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative, sans the bit o’ chubby aspect of my appearance and that damned limp; my physical condition is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative, except for that frickin’ nagging inability to attain a job; my professional life is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative, except for the minor aspect of HAVING NEITHER A WIFE NOR ANY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE CHIDDREN for their Grandmother to lovingly coddle; my family life is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative, sans the fact that I am virtually shunned by society and not allowed to prove myself worthy; my social life is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative.
Please forgive me for going off on the bitching and moaning tangent. I am a skosh bitter about being kept off the train that my “Little”... YOUNGER (not little at all any more.) Brother seemingly became the Captain of. Mission served... well, college degree in accounting obtained... well, the Ford Mustang Cobra obtained... well, the beautiful wife brought down... well, and the cherubic little gem of a baby girl spawned... well. Damn... I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to think about that last one. Pardon me for a moment while I go and slap myself upside the head! Okay, I have chundered and whacked myself upside the head for a consequence to my asinine choices. I can now move on.
I believe fully in the power of music. ANYBODY who even knows of me most probably knows that. I sleep for circa 3 - 4 hours a night, music is my overall Savior for the rest of the time. I can play 6 songs on the piano with my eyes shut... from memory! I can name more than 2000 musicians simply by the name of the band or the sound of their voices, I can quote the lyrics to thousands of songs. Worthless crap man! Pshaw!
I’m not bragging, simply informing you all. As I began to type this excerpt, the first song to come on the Sony sound system on my computer with 10,037 DIFFERENT songs on it was; “The Boxer” by S & G. It’s words are so poignant with a meaning which I heavily embrace. Relative to my life... I AM THE BOXER!
“In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade, and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him ‘till he cried out in his anger and his shame; ‘I am leaving... I am leaving!’ But the fighter still remains. Mmm!” - “The Boxer” Simon & Garfunkle.
‘Till later... buenas dias y bienvenidos. !Muchas gracias!
Eric Eugene Raging Stallion Evans
Friday, July 24, 2009
I'm Having A Jack Johnson Type Of A Day Today
In my State, it's a holiday today! The 24th of July. THE DAY MY STATE WAS DISCOVERED. Basically, I look at it like this, it's an excuse to nonchalantly set off large amounts of fireworks. I hold the month of July close to my heart. Two days in one month where I can legally become a pyrotechnics expert!
ANYWAYS. My Mom started her college schooling at BYU while my Dad served his mission in London, England. When He returned home, he went to the Y to further his education to become a teacher. He quickly met my Mother, and asked her to marry him. THEY ARE BOTH PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER! In my life... I don't think I have ever seen them get in a fight. That's impressive, considering the fact that they've been married for about 300 years!
So they moved up to SLC to start a family. I have an older Sister, an older Brother, and a younger Brother (Who is more intelligent and successful than I am!). ALL of my siblings are, as was previously mentioned... "Married With Children"!
ANYWAYS. My Mom started her college schooling at BYU while my Dad served his mission in London, England. When He returned home, he went to the Y to further his education to become a teacher. He quickly met my Mother, and asked her to marry him. THEY ARE BOTH PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER! In my life... I don't think I have ever seen them get in a fight. That's impressive, considering the fact that they've been married for about 300 years!
So they moved up to SLC to start a family. I have an older Sister, an older Brother, and a younger Brother (Who is more intelligent and successful than I am!). ALL of my siblings are, as was previously mentioned... "Married With Children"!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
I'm... Too Sexy For My Shirt, So Sexy It Hurts...
Just know that, no matter what Right Said Fred says; I have never known / nor ever will know how to go disco dancing. That pleases me immensely! ANYWAYS;
Back to... "The Lives of Eric Pre-Death". Both of mis Padres were raised in extremely poor surroundings with rather large families. However, although the funds were extremely low, they were taught not just how to make it, but also the importance of Fraternal love and friendship and unity. These are all lessons which they made sure that they passed on to all 4 of their kids. They also inadvertantly instructed us through pure example.
Anywhoo, they were raised on farms each. My Mother in Southern UT. My Dad in Canada and Best Valley, UT. Although they were raised on meager funds, I'm sure that each has no regrets. It made my Mother an Angel and my Dad a Saint.
However, they are human! Every kid wants --- no matter how spoiled or discarded he is. Both of mis Padres learned beautifully how to replace monetary needs with family love and emotion.
"Eric... cease your engines. You are hungry Hose-Head! More shall continue later."
'Till then,
Eric Eugene Evans
Back to... "The Lives of Eric Pre-Death". Both of mis Padres were raised in extremely poor surroundings with rather large families. However, although the funds were extremely low, they were taught not just how to make it, but also the importance of Fraternal love and friendship and unity. These are all lessons which they made sure that they passed on to all 4 of their kids. They also inadvertantly instructed us through pure example.
Anywhoo, they were raised on farms each. My Mother in Southern UT. My Dad in Canada and Best Valley, UT. Although they were raised on meager funds, I'm sure that each has no regrets. It made my Mother an Angel and my Dad a Saint.
However, they are human! Every kid wants --- no matter how spoiled or discarded he is. Both of mis Padres learned beautifully how to replace monetary needs with family love and emotion.
"Eric... cease your engines. You are hungry Hose-Head! More shall continue later."
'Till then,
Eric Eugene Evans
My FIRST birth!
I was born in Btfl. UT. I have 3 siblings who are all currently Married with Children. However... none of their spouses are named Peg or Al, and I have no family members named Bud or Kelly! Oh yes... and my Dad has never a once sold shoes. If I was asked to supply one word to the world about both of my lives, it would be the word "Blessed". If you know me AT ALL, then you might think this to be quite paradoxical. I say this because I MYSELF thought so as well for quite some time. However, that ship has sailed. After a series of epiphanies and some massive growth, I have come to view life from an entirely different standpoint!
- "Love and marraige, love and marraige. Go together like a horse and carraige. This I tell ya' Brother. You can't have one without the other!"
- "Love and marraige, love and marraige. Go together like a horse and carraige. This I tell ya' Brother. You can't have one without the other!"
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