This poem was based off of the legend of a river in Hades, that once you step foot into, your memories are washed away causing total forgetfulness. Be my guide To the river banks Walk with me Through darkness So I may Find the light That has been absent From my life For what feels like An eternity in darkness Hold my hand And sing to me A soft melody To sooth my raging heart Lead me to The waters edge Where memories are erased Where past are forgiven And forgotten ...

Here are some beautiful flowers found all over the country during our road trip. I think flowers are God’s children more than we are personally.

Does this photo really need an explanation besides the fact that this cat is hideous. This makes me laugh so much every time I see it. Cats can truly be horrifying at times.

I have a special love, hate relationship with iTunes. Yeah, I am sure a lot of people do. My reason? It actually is really simple, but it drives me up a wall even to think about it. I hate it on iTunes when you really, really want a song but for some reason they only sell that song with the whole album. I go crazy when this happens.It just happened to me again. Regina Spektor is my favorite music artist by miles, and I really wanted to buy her song, The Call. Which is amazing I have to say. But you can’t buy it anywhere unless you buy a whole freaking album. ...

Here are some funny road signs along our way to Michigan. Strange things that people put on these signs. I wonder what possessed these people to do this.

I found this photo of me, my best friends and my cousin at Raging Waters. Fun stuff, fun stuff. Shout out to my best friends!! With that said, I have to say something. WHAT IS UP WITH THE BOTTOMS OF THEIR POOLS? I know you know what I am talking about. They must use some sort of special cement in their pools that no matter how careful you are, will cut you some time during your adventures. Whether it is in the lazy river, or the wave pool, you will at some point hit your toe, or scrape your knees along the bottom and you will be cut to pieces. ...

A tall tree Like a sentry guard A world full Of controversy And falling stars Yelling and screaming You tear out my hair Betrayal afoot A friend afraid To cry Shattered pieces Wings are torn Pictures of friends Ripped to pieces Wake up And smell the ashes There is blood To be had Once friends forever Are no more A promise never upheld Sadness builds another wall Forming a shell Hiding away from all

Some where out there, is the world’s largest sand crane. I have seen it with my own eyes, got to say slightly disappointing. I was expecting truly gigantic, this was big, but not that big. The sign under the statue cracked me up though. Steele, North Dakota I believe, the middle of nowhere. Still now I can say I have seen the world’s largest sand crane. Beat that.

So here is another incident after the Ghosts and Stupidity, there will probably be many more like this. Today during golf practice I was wheeling around my golf bag on one of the old man bag cart pushers. On hole five I was pushing it in front of me when the bottom caught the ground, stopped dead and hit me right in the neck. Funny? Yes. Painful? Yes. A really stupid moment? Definetely. ...

Sometimes I just like to have time to stop and smell the flowers… but I don’t so here is a quick photo of some gigantic field of sunflowers. I wish I was there not here doing loads of homework. I think this was in North Dakota somewhere near Bismarck I believe. It felt like it stretched on forever.