Love for My Sister

As always I am starting a new thing on my blog.  A series called "Love for".  In this series I will be giving my love to people who, you guessed it, I love.  I will be starting off with my dear little sister.  Kelly, my beloved sister, is now no longer a young girl, but is becoming a young woman.  No longer playing with barbies she is now dating some homo named.....hmmmm......... lets just stick with homo.  What are big brothers for besides to attack little sisters boyfriends?  Anyway, here are some memories with my favorite little sister.  Kelly loved to climb things.  If I recall she broke her arm climbing on the table, used to climb on my mother's stair-master, and is the reason we got rid of the pool because she climbed everything.  One day we were sitting in the living room and we heard a loud THUD and Kelly scream.  Being the incredibly sensitive person that I am I raced to my sisters rescue.  I burst into the room to see Kelly pinned down beneath her dresser.  I ran to her grabbed the dresser and lifted it so she could get out.  I don't recall if I got a special hero luncheon for that or not.  BUT this is not about me.  Another memory I have of Kelly is how giving and caring she was and is.  Growing up with three older brothers I can only imagined how she was treated.  We would always be asking her for something and begging her to make us food.  And to her credit, most of the time she did everything we asked and never complained.  Of course, as she got older and wiser she stopped doing less and less as our requirments kept getting crazier and crazier.  I believe one of us once yelled for her to come down to the basement so that she could grab the remote for us.  We were kind of lazy.  Nevertheless, Kelly was almost always willing to serve.  Even now, as I am 20 years old, I will still ask Kelly if she can make me a sandwhich or get me a soda.  Or, I will ask her to come watch a movie with me even though she is busy.  I am very confident that she will make some man a great wife.  She has a servant's heart and love's to make you happy.  Perhaps my favorite memory of Kelly is the football memories.  Since I was a young lad and Kelly was barely old enough to walk I loved to play football with Kelly.  I never was a very good football player in high school, but man could I hit my little sister.  I recall one instance where she was trying to run past me and, being the loving brother I am, I waited until she was running alongside the couch before I blasted her right into the couch.  But I guess my adrenaline was pumping a little too hard for an indoor game of football with a little sister because I creamed her and her legs went straigt up into the air.  Her head went barreling into a "non softer" part of the couch.  I felt horrible.  She looked at me and said "OOuch".  30 seconds later we were at it again.  Another memory I have of Kelly is when Matt and I had once again hurt her feelings and she went into her room crying.  We heard small whimpers from the room, but I think Kelly knew she was not getting her point across because all of the sudden it sounded like someone was murdering an animal in her room.  "WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH".  right after that she started laughing though and ruined her chances of us feeling sorry.  The memories I have with my little sister are very long and always fun to revisit.  Yet, all I will say now is that I love my sister.  I am so thankful that God blessed me in having such a loving, caring, and fun little sister to grow up with.  I will never forget all the memories of Kelly and all the times we have shared and will continue to share.  So Kelly, there you go, I dedicated a post of my blog just for you.  I love you so very much sis.  

P.S. To Kelly:  We'll IMPROVISE!!!

This Ticks Me Off

A man on a sports team is driving drunk and kills a pedestrian.  Every time someone drives drunk it is innocent people that suffer.  It is something I see at college way too often.  People just think they are invincible and it won't happen to them.  Anyway, this sports guy will probably get about a tenth of what I would get if I did it.

I Love Colbert

A very good video about Mr. Colbert's power over the people who watch his show.

HILARIOUSLY FUNNY COMMERCIAL

A Funny Twist on Christian Bale's incident

I do love the way that Family Guy trashes pop culture.  I thought this was a funny twist.  "Boy you are gonna owe a fortune to the swear jar".

Two of my favorite things. Star Wars and my fiance

This semester I accomplished something that I thought was utterly unattainable. I love star Wars Battlefront 2. It is my favorite game of all time. And this semester I got my fiance hoked on it. When she started out she was not the greates and a tad unorthodox. YEt, she is a quick learner because she was soon getting more and more kills. I must say though she was better than my mother. I recall when Matt and I got my mother to play halo and the next thing we know Matt is mercy killing her with a blast to the back of the head because she was stuck walking into a wall throwing grenades at utter nothingness. But back to the story. About a week or two ago Ash and I were playing and on this one planet I killed her about a dozen times. IT was bad. And to add fury to the fire every time you are killed your controller shakes and it says something like "Murf KILLED you" and then the camera points right at the person that just PWNED you to kingdom come. Needless to say after a dozen times she was a little testy. After that she looked me dead in the eye and said "If you don't get me that sweet gun I'm never playing again". See, if you get enough kills the game rewards your efforts with a gun that kills in one shot instead of 5. This makes it even easier for you to kill countless people. So I spent the next week playing on Ashley's profile trying to get enough kills for her to have the gun (keep in mind, especially mom and dad, that I was still diligently doing my hw and only did this with free time). After a week I finally got her the special gun. So, we started playing again. She was ecstatic that she finally had THE GUN. BUT, the excitment wore off after I killed her like twice. My fiance does not like to play on my team because there is no challenge. However, when we play against each other she gets angry when I kill her. So we came up with a solution. We do not kill each other unless it comes to the end of the battle and we have to kill each other to win. Once again, this lasted about two battles before we made it all the way down to where it was just me and her. And I waited around corner and as she rounded it, blasted her right in the face (with all the love possible of course). I once again got the death stare, but she agreed that it was what we agreed upon. Then, on the last battle of the day, we played on a map that is set up so that all your forces are caught in one area. That means that 50 people with rifles, shotguns, grenades, tanks, bazookas, and every other explosive weapon is caught in an open field trying to take over one little base. As you can imagine it is easy to mix people up. I was running across the field when all of the sudden BAM my guys is blown 20 feet in the air. My controller vibrates like it was just in the middle of an Atomic Bomb and in big red letters it says "SCOOTER KILLED MURF" (Scooter is Ashley btw). I look at her appaled and she says "Oops I'm sorry babe". Frustrated as I was I forgave her (mainly because I have accidentely killed her like a hundred times). So, I respawn and run back into the chaos. As I am trying to take over the base again I realize a tank is shooting at me. Being the scrappy veteran that I am I start rolling and jumping like there is an army of ants in my pants. Just then though I look at Ashley's screen and she is in a tank shooting at a person that looks possesed. He is jumping and rolling and diving. And then it dawned on me. I looked at her and yelled "What are you doing you liar". As I finish my sentence my controller is the one possesed now and those damned red letters go across my screen. I pause the game. Now the only thing that is red is my burning face. "what are you doing?!?!" I ask ash. She looks at me with an evil grin and says "Oopsies". I un-pause thye game. IT is now on. She asked for it. I switch to the heavy trooper. Which is like General Patton on prozac with a bazooka. It is time for revenge. Now, a side note, I never die more than twice. I rarely die more than once, but on rare occasions I do die twice. Ash RARELY dies more than five or six times. By the end of this battle I have died and eight times and Ashley has died seventeen times. It ends with me blasting one of her guys with rockets from a tank. As the screen fades to show us our stats Ashley looks at me and says "I think we need to take a little break". So we did. We had some dinner did some homework. Within an hour we were back to it again. And THAT is why I love Star Wars and my fiance. I hope you enjoyed that window into our life.

My Favorite Will Ferrell skit

Very Funny