The more things change, the more they remain the same.

Money schmoney. Everyday I wake up with 2 people I love. We have a nice roof over our head. We both have transportation. WE HAVE OUR HEALTH. We have a chance to better ourselves. We have opportunity. The other day I wrote about how I thought life was comparable to a theme park . I realize now it doesn't matter 'how long the line is' or 'if we are scared' or not. What matters is having that person next to you on the ride that is willing to hold your to comfort you before it gets tough, hold on really tight while things are scary, and be there to smile about it in the end. I happen to have that person, and that's all that matters. Here are a few pictures for everyone to enjoy.

I want to make more money. And those of you that are saying money doesn't buy happiness, you probably have plenty. I think life is like an amusement park. There are all sorts of rides you can choose to go on. There are also a few factors that will help you make your decision; the length of the line, how fast it goes, if you are scared or not. These are all the same in life, and lately I am starting to wonder why I chose the ride I did. Was it because the line was the shortest? Or was it because I really wanted to ride that ride? I love art and design and have been around it ever since I was born. But I loved a lot of other things and didn't choose to pursue a career in them. I love writing, and I think if I would have been able to see past the whole 'too cool for school' scam then I might have actually went on to learn more about it. I also love sports and thought the other day what it would be like to play college golf or swimming, but I didn't do that either. I ju...

I have always said I will listen to anything, music that is. That was until I visited The Chesterfield on Saturday and went to "The Battle of the Bands". Typically I leave that place after a night of great music, Saturday I felt like walking in front of oncoming traffic. We showed up early, but not early enough. The table I had reserved for our group was occupied by a bunch of chumps from the Weekender, who thought because they were judges that the table with the reserved sign on it had to be for them. Summer had friends meeting us there from her work, and we had told them we'd have a seat. I was annoyed by the whole deal, beings that one of the chumps is one of my good friends. (Mind you it isn't that big of a deal to me, but when you have a pregnant woman that expects something, and doesn't get it then it automatically becomes a big deal) Anyways they didn't move, Summer wants to kill Derek, and he lost major points in my book. I stood next to them about 15...