Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008
Jerry Reed
1937-2008
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East bound and down, loaded up and truckin’
a’we gonna do what they say can’t be done
We’ve got a long why to go and a short time to get there
I’m east bound just watch ol’Bandit run
Keep your foot hard on the peddle…son, never mind them brakes
let it all hang out cause we’ve got a run to make
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta,and there’s beer in Texarcana
and we’ll bring it back no matter what it takes
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin’
a’we gonna do what they say can’t be done
We’ve got a long way to go and a short time to get there
I’m east bound just watch ol’Bandit run ……
Old Smokey’s got them ears on, he’s hot on your trail
and he ain’t gonna rest ’till you’re in jail
So you gotta dodge him…. you gotta duck him
You’ve gotta keep that diesel truckin….
just put that hammer down and give it hell
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin’
a’we gonna do what they say can’t be done
We’ve got a long way to go and a short time to get there
I’m east bound just watch ol’Bandit run
Sunday, August 10th, 2008
it’s been so long since i updated. i need to get back to writing some real content… think i’ll put it on my calendar…
quakecon was alot of fun. i went in without any expectations, and it really turned out to be a good relaxing time. jason even came up from work friday night.
this weekend, hambone and i went out to rogcon to watch the hardworkshop. it was interesting. i remember when quakecon was that small. my advice to the rogcon guys would be to offset the quakecon even, by holding their weekend-o-games in the late fall (it’s not like texas fall’s hold much bad weather).
anyway, back to a work week. all of the directors and senior managers are at a staff retreat this week, so it should be pretty quiet around the office. hopefully i’ll get some good time to push some PCI stuff on through. the PCI compliance audit we’re doing has generated a lot of work. not hard work, but very time consuming work. our deadline is august 31. i’m sure i’ll be putting in some serious hours over the next few weeks. then, the second week of september, i’m off to london for a week to assist in the office move going on. i’m looking foward to going to london, i’m not looking foward to the travel.
mandy got a d-300 this weekend. she was messing around tonight and snagged this picture.
we went walking around the stockyards tonight, i’ll get my pictures up sometime soon…
happy monday, talk to you real soon.
Sunday, June 15th, 2008
I woke up crying late at night
when I was very young.
I had dreamed my father
had passed away and gone.
My world revolved around him
I couldnt lay there anymore.
So I made my way down the mirrored hall
and tapped upon his door.
And I said “Daddy, I’m so afraid
how will I go on with you gone that way?
Don’t wanna cry anymore
so may I stay with you?”
And he said “That’s my job,
that’s what I do.
Everything I do is because of you,
To keep you safe with me.
That’s my job you see.”
Later we barely got along
this teenage boy and he.
Most of the fights it seems
were over different dreams,
we each held for me.
He wanted knowledge and learning.
I wanted to fly out west.
Said, “I could make it out there
if I just had the fare.
I got half, will you loan me the rest?”
And I said “Daddy, I’m so afraid,
there’s no guarantee in the plans
I’ve made and if I should fail,
who will pay my way back home?”
And he said “That’s my job
that’s what I do.
Everything I do is because of you
to keep you safe with me.
That’s my job you see.”
Every person carves his spot
and fills the hole with light.
And I pray someday I might
light as bright as he.
Woke up early one bright fall day
to spread the tragic news.
After all my travel, I settled down
within a mile or two.
I make my living with words and rhyme
and all this tragedy
Should go into my head and out instead
as bits of poetry.
But I say “Daddy, I’m so afraid,
how will I go on with you gone this way?
How can I come up with a song to say
I love you?”
That’s my job, That’s what I do
Everything I do is because of you
to keep you safe with me.
That’s my job you see.
Everything I do is because of you
to keep you safe with me.
Monday, June 9th, 2008
i’ve been going to the hurst citizens fire academy meetings every monday night for 9 weeks now. saturday i went to the fire station and hung out for 10 hours, hoping to get to ride out on the fire truck on a call. whenever i got to the station, the truck had just gotten in from a bad suicide call. we all go in and get situated and 2 hours go by… i’m hanging out in the mess room watching tv… 3 more hours go by and i realize that i may not get to ride out… the guys come in to have diner, they make beans, cornbread, and bratwurst. after diner we go hang out in the watch room and i finally leave at 9:30 without ever getting on the fire truck. bleh… i’m trying to get to ride out again, just depends on if there is another time available.
in tonight’s class, we got to use the power tools to cut two cars apart. aside from the bunker gear being so hot, it really was a lot of fun. we pulled the roof off of a coupe deville and basically tore the cars up.
it’s been fun. our graduation is in 2 weeks. i’ll post a lot of pictures from our class when i get the cd of the 12 weeks of projects. :)
anyway, lots of work going on. i need to get to bed, got to be up early tomorrow. bleh.
Thursday, May 1st, 2008
Sometimes I don’t have the strength to fight the fall.
Sometimes I’m tired and just drop the ball.
When the earth beneath my feet’s just shaky ground,
An’ when I’m scared I’m gonna let the whole world down.
You breathe life into me,
Put me back on my feet.
Every time, you know exactly what I need.
An’ when I lose control,
You take the wheel an’ no-one knows:
Quietly you rescue me behind the scenes,
An’ let me be the hero.
Some people think I’m strong an’ calm an’ in control,
Like I’m the one who stands his ground when the thunder rolls.
If they knew my secret, if they only knew the truth,
I would’ve run a thousand times if it hadn’t been for you.
You breathe life into me,
Put me back on my feet.
Every time, you know exactly what I need.
An’ when I lose control,
You take the wheel an’ no-one knows:
Quietly you rescue me behind the scenes,
An’ let me be the hero.
When I’m down on my knees,
Prayin’ to Heaven for some peace,
I’m always saved by the angel that God sent to me,
Right here next to me.
An’ you breathe life into me,
Put me back on my feet.
Every time, you know exactly what I need.
An’ when I lose control,
You take the wheel an’ no-one knows:
Quietly you rescue me behind the scenes,
An’ let me be the hero.
yeah, you let me be the hero.
Oh, yeah.
- You Let Me Be the Hero - Neal McCoy
