Monday, August 16, 2004

The following is a poem by a friend of mine called Holy to your name: I cannot, Lord, express Your glory. And so my life becomes this story Only to always say, "Holy, Holy,Holy to Your name". I am not the same
Oh Lord Your indescribable beauty My soul, my mind have but one duty. My life this sacrifice of wonderfully cruelty. To bring Glory to Your name Your glory I'll proclaim.
In quiet whispers and loud proclamations Over rooftops and before nations In silent steps and stilled motion Your glory my life will poclaim. A sacrifice to Your Holy Name
And as the rain wets my face My parched heart comes face to grace Saturated is me, whom You have chased And I am so changed I am not the same
Holy to Your Name!

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Sunlight is a powerful blessing isn't it?- Whitman Mayo in Waterproof

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

Garth: What do you do when you see this one incredible woman and you think you're gonna hurl?
Wayne: I say hurl if you blow chunks and she comes back she's yours but if you spew and she bolts then it was never meant to be.

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

James Bond: Goldfinger, Do you really expect me to talk?

Goldfinger: No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.

One Million dollars.- Dr. Evil

For years I have been trying to figure out what to do with my life. I tried acting in High School but it was not meant to be as I never gotten anything but bit parts (i.e. Uncle Henry in the Wizard Of Oz). I tried computers but I had a lot of trouble with getting down a lot of the technical mumbo jumbo. Then something happened last December that made me start to re-think my field choices. My grandmother had passed a time before and left me some money my father hooked me up with his investor and we all sat down and after meeting with him I had a feeling like I had done something important. As I sit here awaiting to hear some news and evaluating what to do with my life I have come back to the same conclusion I'm a Business man while I may not dress like it or act like it (most of the time anyway) It is what I feel I am.

Thats you in a nutshell. No, this is me in a nutshell: Help me i'm in a nutshell. How did I get in this nutshell? What kind of great bloody big shell has a nut in it like this? This is crazy.

That aint no woman its a man, baby.- Austin Powers

When Dr. Evil gets angry Mr. Bigglesworth gets upset, and when Mr. Bigglesworth gets upset people die.- Dr. Evil

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