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.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
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!
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