The End of an Era

Many people go through college changing their living situation multiple times and some go through living in the same location with the same people. If you are lucky enough to find a group of people early in your education that you can live with for the duration of your time in school, give yourself a high five because you are among a rare few people that I know found that situation.

Most of us go through school with multiple housing changes, multiple roommate rotations, and a vast array of other random situations where there happens to be a friend sleeping on your couch for months at a time and the only reason they leave your house is to grab more clothes that slowly make their way onto the hanging rack in the laundry room.

I was obviously the latter of the two options. I seemed to be the pinball of college living situations. By this I mean I moved more times than I wish to count; this doesn’t mean I won’t though. In the course of my 5 years in college (yes, I took a victory lap) I had the painful experience of moving 9 times. Let me break it down for you…

  1. Beginning of freshmen year I moved into my dorm
  2. Moved out of my dorm
  3. Beginning of sophomore year I moved into my apartment
  4. Moved out of my apartment into my lake house for the summer
  5. Beginning of junior I moved out of my lake house and into my duplex
  6. End of Junior year I moved out of my duplex and into my house
  7. Moved out of my house and into my apartment in Chicago for my internship
  8. Moved out of my apartment in Chicago and back into my house
  9. Moved out of my house and moved to Dallas

I know what you’re thinking: “That’s crazy!” You’re right; it definitely was. But in all that, I called my house home. I always thought of it as “that” place I called home.

The reason it meant so much to me is not because of the house itself; though it was nice, it was simply a three bedroom/two bath structure. However, to my first roommate and I, it was “The house that Ford built.” Camp Ford was my second Fish Camp at Texas A&M and I became lifelong friends with many of the people in camp.

One night some of us from Camp Ford went out to the bars and drank just a tad bit too much. Travis decided that I had consumed enough and attempted to cut me off at the bar. Back in the day, this was a BIG no. Unfortunately it set me off to the point that I pushed Trav and told him “Don’t ever try to cut me off again!” I then proceeded to fly through the air and ended up on my back on top of a tall bar table. Needless to say, I was immediately escorted out of the bar. (it wasn’t my proudest moment)

The next morning I got a call from Travis and his first words were, “Dude, we almost went Tyson vs. Hollyfield last night!” Within the next 3-4 sentences we agreed that we were going to live together the next year. So the house truly was The House that Ford built.

I have so many memories in that house with a lot of incredible people; to list a few:

  • Fire Pong
  • Hookah and white Russians
  • Saturday movie marathons
  • Bounce house style slip-n-slide in the backyard
  • People wrestling in the front yard after leaving the bars
  • Beer Pong parties
  • Watching my friends lab (happens to be mine’s sister) for a summer
  • The “Boom Boom room”
  • One remaining flower on the wall
  • Building the bar
  • attempting to walk to Northgate
  • Joey and Chandler style recliners
  • Shells N Cheese
  • After camp parties
  • People coming into town for football games
  • Leo almost burning the house down
  • The King of beers
  • CHONE… MOVE THE VACUUM!
  • “Zack, whatever you do, don’t open the front door!”
  • Signing the mirror
  • the a/c going out in July for a week
  • the secret door
  • parking the pit

and so many more…

The Wedgewood era has ended. It was a fun couple of years and I will never forget the times I had or the friends that were there with me. Thanks to everyone who experienced the house that Ford built and making it what it was all that time. It’s sad to see the house go, but it was a good run and now it’s time to move on.

An era has ended but there are more to be made and it was only fitting that the only thing left in the house was two dice…

Happy Father’s Day

Dad,

You have been my protector, provider, role model, mentor, and hero since I was born. Growing up you always took care of me, took me four wheeling, put a chain link net on the basketball goal just like I wanted, helped me with my jump shot (even though your form was always terrible), you made me mow the yard which I hated until I realized why you liked doing it so much, took us skiing and went down the green slopes until we were ready to do something harder. You taught me how to water ski, and even though you didn’t teach me how to wakeboard, I will always remember the look on your face when I went by the peer for the first time.

You have always had the gift to show, not only me, but all of us kids in the family what it meant to be a free loving spirit willing to go the extra mile in order for the group to have the best time possible. You were always the facilitator and I think sometimes we took the life you were providing us for granted. As kids we grow up not understanding the sacrifices that have to be made for us to have the lives we live.

You never wanted the pets we brought home but you always taught us how to take care of them, and in the end… you loved all of them as much as we did. One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to deal with was letting go of Maggie when she got sick. You were away on a trip and I just couldn’t take watching her suffer any longer; but I also wasn’t strong enough to make the decision to do what was best for Maggie. I sat on the laundry room floor with her and I called you in tears because I needed you to tell me what to do. I needed you to tell me that she was ok; and in the end, she is in a much happier place now than she was. I still don’t think I have your strength because even thinking about it, I’m brought back to tears. Maggie was always there for me; watching over me, protecting me; just like I always felt you always have been.

There are memories I will never forget and lessons I’ve learned that will live with me forever. I know that I will never be able to repay you for everything you have given me; but Dad I want you to know that I love you very much.

Thank you for everything you have taught, given, or done for me. I love you.

Happy Father’s Day.

Softly Call the Muster

I’ve said it before and I think most people who know me know, I love my university. Texas A&M has defined a huge part of who I am today. The memories I made in my 5 years will last forever and the friends I made will remain friends throughout my life. Some people call us “Crazy Aggies”, “a cult”, or “weird”. These are the people who don’t understand what it really means to connect with your school. The school itself doesn’t mean anything to you, just their athletics program and your diploma.

At A&M, you develop a connection with the student body, the campus, the faculty, the culture, your organizations, and the traditions. You learn what it means to be part of a bigger idea and a family that spans farther than your living room, hometown, or reunions. The Aggie family lives and breathes all over the world.

Today is one of my favorite traditions we have at Texas A&M: Aggie Muster. Every year Aggies all over the world gather to celebrate their time at Texas A&M; but most importantly, they gather to celebrate and honor the lives of all the Aggies we lost in the past year. These Aggies, young or old, have left their mark on Texas A&M and this family, and they deserve to be recognized and remembered by their entire family across the globe.

“Muster is the most solemn and sacred of all Aggie traditions, but it is a time of joy and happy remembrance. Those who have gone before us are those whose lives have touched ours. May we do the same for those who come after us. May we expect no less of ourselves.”

-Dr. E. Dean Gage ’65

To those Aggies who passed serving in our military, I issue you, and your family,  a special thank you for making the choice to give your life to protect the freedoms and beliefs that all Americans, not just Aggies, hold so dear. Thank you.

For more information on Aggie Muster see the below from 
http://muster.tamu.edu/history
 :

Muster is a time to look to the past, present, and future…not only to grieve but to reflect and to celebrate the lives that connect us to one another. A gesture so simple in nature yet so lasting in spirit, Muster is the lasting impression every Aggie leaves with us; it reminds us of the greatness that lies within these walls, of the loyalty we possess, of the connection that binds us, and of the idea that every Aggie has a place of importance – whether they are present in flesh or spirit.

Whether a fallen Aggie is your close friend, acquaintance, classmate, same graduating class, or just a name on the roll call; we all honor your life and your addition to the Aggie family. Whether you felt it or not, a piece of you will always stay with Texas A&M and it with you.

Softly call the Muster, let Comrade answer “Here”…

“YOU! ARE! A! TOYYYYY!”

So, lately I’ve been having trouble concentrating on the serious side of my writing. I don’t know what it is, but every time I go to write something a little bit on the deeper side, I lose track and can’t seem to complete my thoughts.

So, I decided to just run with it. Until something profound pops into my head, I’m going to write about the little things that I think of. Be ready.

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Today’s post will be a compilation of some of the greatest movie quotes of all time. Some are personal favorites and some are just worthy of noting.

I’m sure I will be revisiting this post in the future. If one of your favorites isn’t listed, please leave it in a comment.

Enjoy.

Thanks to IMDB for clarification on the exact wording in some of the longer quotes.

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“Everything the light touches, is our kingdom.” – Lion King

“‘She’s lost that love and feelin.’ ‘What? No she hasn’t. dammit, I hate it when she does that.’” – Top Gun

“Nobody puts Baby in a corner.” – Dirty Dancing

“‘You’re my best friend Copper.’ ‘And you’re mine too Todd.’” – Fox & the Hound

“Show me the money!” – Jerry Maguire

“There’s no crying in baseball!” – A League of Their Own

“Wilson!!” – Cast Away

“Buzz Lightyear to the rescue.” – Toy Story

“You had me at hello.” – Jerry Maguire

“You can’t handle the truth!” – A Few Good Men

“If you build it, they will come.” – Field of Dreams

“Ray, people will come Ray. They’ll come to Iowa for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they’re doing it. They’ll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won’t mind if you look around, you’ll say. It’s only $20 per person. They’ll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they’ll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They’ll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steam rollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it’s a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh… people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.” – Field of Dreams

“Yes, I’ve heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if HE were here, he’d consume the English with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse.” – Braveheart

“Well, yeah it dosen’t really allow my dice to roll and by dice I mean testicles. Speaking of testicles, let me get a beer.” – Out Cold

“The Holy Grail ‘neath ancient Roslin waits. The blade and chalice guarding o’er her gates. Adorned in masters’ loving art, she lies. She rests at last beneath the starry skys.” – The Davince Code

“What we do in life; echoes in eternity.” – Gladiator

“Forgive me sir, but to me, the Navy isn’t a business. It’s an organization of people who represent the finest aspects of our nation. We have many traditions. In my career, I have encountered most of them. Some are good, some not so good. I would, however not be here today were it not for our greatest tradition of all… Honor sir.” – Men of Honor

“It’s not a tumor!” - Kindergarten Cop

“Hakuna Matata” – Lion King

“My Mama always said, ‘Life was like a box of chocolates; you never know what you’re gonna get.” – Forrest Gump

“I was there. Yeah, it was called the ’80s. Ford was President, Nixon was in the White House and FDR was running this country into the ground. I was bummin’ in a hole-in-a-wall town in what is now called Utah. Some fella from Colorado shows up, starts making so called “improvements”, right? Before we knew what hit us, the streets are running with late’. It got so bad that a fella that liked to, you know… smoke a little grass or drink a little ripple. Crow like a rooster, maybe challenge the mayor’s son to a gentlemen’s duel, was “uncouth, against God.” More like bad real estate values. So we had to go!” – Out Cold

“I’ll be back.” – Terminator

“Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!” – Pulp Fiction

“I am Iron Man.” – Iron Man

“So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart.” – Good Will Hunting

“Freedom!!” – Braveheart

“Yeah, man that will be pimp! That way you know she’ll be drunk. You know when you hear girls saying like ‘ahh I was so shit faced last night I shouldn’t have f**ked that guy,’ we could be that mistake!” – Superbad

“A man can be an artist… in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasey’s art is death. He’s about to paint his masterpiece.” – Man on Fire

“If you aint first, you’re last. That phrase is trademarked and not to be used without the written permission of Ricky Bobby Inc.” – Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby

“And Shepherds we shall be For Thee my Lord, for Thee Power hath descended forth from Thy hand Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomine Patri, Et Fili, Et Spiritus Sancti.” – Boondock Saints

“You are a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity.” – Toy Story

“I’m your Huckleberry.” – Toombstone

Writer’s Block

The title of my blog was amazingly apparent tonight. Every time I got about three sentences down, my brain would race to another topic. I have so much on my mind I can’t seem to focus on one specific thing to write about.

Trains of Inconsistent Thought…

Perspective

Someone sent me this simple prayer that might make you think twice before passing judgement on others.

Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the jerk who cut us off in traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and is rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and spend a few precious moments with her children.

Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can’t make change correctly is a worried 19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.

Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the same spot every day (“who really ought to get a job”) is a slave to addictions that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.

Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this moment, knowing that based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together.

Heavenly Father, remind us each day that of all the gifts you give us Lord, the greatest gift is love. It is not enough to share that love with those we hold dear. Open our hearts not to just those who are close to us, but to all humanity.

Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy and love.

I Remember…

… a day when the most drama I had in my life was whether or not the pretty girl would talk to me on the play ground.

… playing wall-ball in the kitchen staff parking lot during recess

… club soccer practice held at one of our teammates house each week. (he had two full size fields on his property)

… the look on my Mrs. Wilson’s (my second grade teacher) face the first day I walked in with my broken arm

… Taylor Fitzgerald’s birthday parties at his farm and it being such a big deal that the girls got to spend the night too. Even though they slept in a different house.

… getting asked to our Sadie Hawkins dance my junior year. Kellye Murray asked me by baking cookies and on the back of each one, there was one work on the back of each one. (I obviously deciphered the code)

… my pre-game routine for each soccer game in high school

… Coach Peters singling me out for not being the fastest, but putting forth the most effort because I wanted it more

… kissing my first “real” girlfriend for the first time

… the feeling of freedom driving from the DPS to school the day I turned 16

… the smell of my dad making breakfast before I woke up to go to church on Sunday mornings

… the look on my mom’s face as she tried to call my dad after we heard about the attacks on the World Trade Centers. (my dad was a pilot at the time)

… the sound of my first car stereo

… the day I signed up for Facebook

… riding full-size 4-wheelers in the back yard of my house in our subdivision. (literally our back yard)

… running 42 laps in a “Jog-a-thon” to raise money for our school. I was in Kindergarten and I ran more laps than anyone in our entire school. (including high school)

… the day my mom told me my sister was getting married

… the layout of all of my rooms growing up

… reading my acceptance letter to Texas A&M University

… the day Michael Jackson died

… my excitement when making Fish Camp counselor for the firs time

… my disappointment when I wasn’t selected as a Fish Camp co-chair

… palet nights with my two best friends, watching Disney movies (yes, this was in college)

… discovering my love for abstract painting

… my dog Sassy running in a circle around my house every time we came home

… watching my sister’s horse “run” away with her towards the gate. It was slowly walking.

… walking through the door of my grandparents house in Tampa and my grandfather calling my “Butch”; he gave me the nickname when I was 3

… waking up Christmas morning and seeing my Kawasaki dirt bike sitting in my living room

… sitting in the middle of the street with my best friend talking about nothing

… watching Michael Jordan beat the Utah Jazz and thinking it was his last shot ever in the NBA

… going to Louisiana Downs every week to watch my aunt and uncle’s horses race

… a duck card I got one day when I was sick

… deciding that I didn’t care what people thought of me, I’ll be me and as long as I’m OK with that, that’s all that matters

… the feeling the first time I put my Aggie Ring on

… the day my parents told me they would love me no matter how much I messed up

… holding my niece for the first time

… my dad flinging me and my cousin into a concrete pillar of the bridge while riding the tube

… sitting at the top of a mountain, looking around, and feeling like I could touch heaven

… my high school graduation

… waiting up for my dad to come home from trips when I was little, then pretending I was asleep when he walked in my room

… the fear and excitement I had when my parents left after helping me move into my dorm room

… singing a holiday set at a nursing home with my middle school choir

… sitting on the front row of the Western Conference Finals Game 5 when the Mavs played the Spurs in San Antonio

… all the people who got me to where I am

… I remember…

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