Glory, Glory Man United...
Just another pic from the game.
A place for good people to gather!
This is from Sarah and I's trip to Chicago. We stayed with friends and really enjoyed our time there. This pic is from the Man U game we attended. It was great and if you have the means I highly suggest that you attend one. Cheers and thanks again to Joe and Rachel our hosts while we were in the windy city!
This is Tommy K and I at Steve's wedding back in October. This was toward the end of the evening that might explain the looks on both of our faces. This was a great evening for all us that were involved.
Just wanted to let everyone who looks at this page know that I asked Sarah to marry me and she said YES. So it is official I am engaged.
"You can't have an eviction party and only tap that once." Comment made about losing a roommate over a girl.
This is from Nate's wedding the people pictured are Myself, Joe, Jace and Matt. It was a doozy of a time
Where do I begin with a man of this fame, no matter where I choose it will do no justice to what he has accomplished.
We will start with how to get to Florida…
I am at a local watering hole in town when a friend of mine approaches me and asks me to entertain the idea of traveling half across the country to see sunny Florida. The spirits were flowing that evening and like many people under such circumstances jumped at the opportunity and agreed. Of course like many before me, I dismissed this as rhetoric from a friendly sot and moved along my business thinking no more of the event. That is till the next morning, as I was aroused from slumber to my telephone ringing ever so amplified on such a morning to a lovely voice, “Be at my house in one hour we leave for Florida.” I responded simply, “Are you serious Clark,” from that came, “One hour, don’t be late.” So I gather my semi-charmed life together and cleared up some issues at work and left a lovely note to mother stating: Went to Florida, call you when arrive. And so it began, a great adventure amongst barely known friends and one stranger with a simple plan, get to Florida.
It was hot that day and only getting hotter the further we went south. Normally this would not of mattered being the age we live in, but to our surprise the air conditioner did not work in vehicle (Eagle Premier) we chose to drive…in August… too Florida…needless to say Richard Simons was not needed. I felt extremely bad for Conner, the poor kid sweats just telling stories so you can only imagine him in a car where the temperature was just atrocious. Regardless of our personal comfort we began the journey ahead of us with smiles on. The journey was relatively smooth except a few minor mishaps. For one, we decided on the way down to stop and play a game of darts and have a refreshing cold one; driver excluded of course. We chose a pub in one of our passenger’s college town in Missouri. No big deal except that one of our passengers lost their ID with in ten seconds of walking into the bar. How is this possible, you ask? Easy it was the Ford. The only logical explanation that was ascertained was that someone stole his ID; I personally never felt this explanation was worth its salt. That being behind us we set off again where I began to drive as everyone slept. Anyway our next snafu happened in Alabama, when one of the state’s finest pulled me over for speeding. The man was a gentleman who let me off with a warning but before that he had to check to make sure I was no everyday criminal invading his home state. What made the situation abnormal was that he was K-9 and his fellow officer was in the back seat snoozing. So I was forced to sit upfront while he ran my background. I am not sure how many of my readers have ever sat in the front on a trooper’s vehicle but let me tell you it is sharp with lots of toys. I asked politely to use the radar gun; which the trooper, between spits of chaw, (I not kidding about that either) agreed and let me zap a few roadsters. Out of nowhere a car sped by us, going faster than I was I might add. So I show the trooper and he responds to me, “Don’t worry son, we’ll get him down the road. Now it says here your clean so I am going to let you go, (SPIT) just keep it under control till you hit the next state, I know them sons of bitches have the day off today.” I simply responded, “Yes, sir!”
After all that we ended up in Florida to the chuckling of Jayson as we approached his home for the summer. We had an absolutely glorious time down. We spent our days deep-sea fishing, boating in a cove, and drinking beers with friends, a ménage a trios of memorable moments. I thank Jayson and Brian for hosting us that weekend, Ryan for talking me into one of the best trips I imagine I will ever have, and Conner for puking on my back the first night. I would tell you more but what happens in Florida stays in Florida.
Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy-Ben Franklin. We produce and drink a lot of beer here in America, our friends in St. Louis alone pump out, 7,700 cans a minute, 22 million bottles a week, and more than 15 million barrels a year. (Way to keep the South down one more year Mr. Anheuser-Busch.) So we produce a lot but does quantity mean quality, usually no but not in all cases. People love Bud, I mean its not the King of Beers for nothing but is that due to careful advertising or quality of taste. How do we compare to the rest of the world? Most will say we do not even hold a candle to them, that if it is an import than it is automatically better. Well I say no, I think it is a fair playing field and people are just bias because they have been told that imports are better because they have more experience and tradition. But I pose this when you find a recipe that works why would you change it, I mean how many different fazes has Bass gone through, how many changes has Spaten gone through. So after 150 years of making Bud do they become experienced, I say yes. Do not misunderstand me I believe that some of the imports are fantastic. I am a huge fan of Guinness, Bass, Heineken... this are safety beers for me, I am just saying that Bud makes a decent brew and should not be shunned due to its locale. Also never overlook Americas glorious micro-brews, New Belgium Brewery out of Colorado makes some of the best beers I have had. If you have the opportunity I suggest that you indulge in some of their fine crafts.
Cheers and Happy drinking.
Wilder Golf Tourney
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I have spoken of a golf tournament, well here it is. It is going to be $40 per player and it will take place on August 14th at Fontenelle Hills Golf course. You and a partner (must be at least two players up to four) are challenged in best ball tourney with a shotgun start at 8:30 with a party to follow. As more details unfold I will inform all of you that show interest. Please spread the word to anyone you think would be interested.
The after party will be held at the Brazen Head Irish Pub on 78th and Cass. We will award prizes and winners there. There will be food and a cash bar.
Remember this is a charity event supporting our troops, if you can not attend but would still like to donate please let me know.
Details will be updated at www.evite.com/joshlivingston24@cox.net/golf
The charity this is benefiting is Operation Interdependence
www.oidelivers.org
Operation Interdependence is a civilian-to-military delivery system that serves as a program for Americans to demonstrate their support for our deployed military. The goal is to provide each service man or women in each platoon or fighting unit, a treat and a note (picture or poem) from the US once a month. Operation Interdependence was founded and is run by Albert Renteria a retired chief warrant officer. Operation Interdependence is supported by the Navy League, American Legion, Marine Corps Mother’s, and members of the House of Representative and the Senate.
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Any Questions email me at
gt_2004@cox.net
Wilder Events
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