Its not always cold, hard math

this is a struggle i have. i look at life and i make decisions in a way that resembles a math equations. it’s just how my mind works. in a lot of ways...it really is a great quality to have. it helps me be steadfast in a lot of area's of my life. it gives me confidence. it helps me discern good from evil and right from wrong...with few gray area's (sometimes). the trouble is when the decision and life issues don't fit easily in the equations of my mind, like faith, hope, and love. none of these have any kind of equation attached to them what-so-ever(even though a lot of people try to make them fit...they really can't). i'm now coming to a point where i am starting to understand this, and i'm trying to change how i look at things. it tough, but im coming around. i don't really mind the extra effort it takes to change though. i like how it strips all the barriers away from these topics. it makes them absolutely limitless.

faith is dangerous for your health.
hope can make a man invincible.
love is wild and untamable.

I wanna know

I wanna know why there are only 28 days in February, while other months in the year have 31 days in it. Why are they being so selfish. Do they think they are better or something? I think they should give up a couple of days to February to make it a month that has 30 days in it and 31 on a leap year. Can't they see that their fellow brother is in need?

Fer my Valentine

Collards is green, my dog's name is Blue,
and I'm so lucky to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk a-flapping in the breeze
Softer than Blue's and without all them fleas.

You move like the bass, which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales but I luv you anyway.

Yo're as satisfy'n as okry jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff" right out of the can.

Still them fellers at work, they all want to know,
what I did to deserve such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles and fix what you can.

When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete; Ain't nuttin' I lack.

Yore complexion, it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin'.
despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin'.

Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie with a RC cold drank,
we go together like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate for Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart, it's romantic that way.
Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever," they explain, suave and couth.
But for this man, honey, these won't do.
Cause yo're too special, you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift, without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds...IT'S A NEW TROLLIN' MOTOR!!

New Profile Pic

So, I decided I wanted to add a profile pic...just to spice things up. I figured I would go with a good road trip pic from my trip from Denver to Dallas. I like it:-)