I love her.... and yes...I DID shave my head.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Memorial Day Weiners
You may ask..."why, Mr Fuller, what are these mysterious weiners we have come to hear so much about?" Well, dear friends, they are the 5-7" "meats", made of leftovers from beef products, and wrapped in a swell intestinal shell...and every true American cooked them this weekend to honor our Fallen War Heroes...who themselves, with all due respect, were weiner lovers, too.
Mom and Dad drove up from Oklahoma to spend the weekend with Layne & I. They arrived Friday, and then Saturday morning we drove up north to Lake Bellaire, an inland lake. We rented a cottage there, just off the shore about a hundred yards...the place was beautiful! Later on in the afternoon, Mel and Shoaf (Layne's folks) got there and we all spent the night eating, making smores, sitting around the fire, fishing and playing Mexican Trains. Sunday was spent relaxing on the porch, in the hammock and taking short, leisurely paddles around the lake in the canoe. The loons were active, and their haunting sound made the experience all the more gooder (haha...that sounds cool for being so wrong).
I have included some pictures for you...It sure is pretty up here...come see me and find out!!!!
Does a bear **** in the woods?
Joshua "yes he does" Fuller
Mom and Dad drove up from Oklahoma to spend the weekend with Layne & I. They arrived Friday, and then Saturday morning we drove up north to Lake Bellaire, an inland lake. We rented a cottage there, just off the shore about a hundred yards...the place was beautiful! Later on in the afternoon, Mel and Shoaf (Layne's folks) got there and we all spent the night eating, making smores, sitting around the fire, fishing and playing Mexican Trains. Sunday was spent relaxing on the porch, in the hammock and taking short, leisurely paddles around the lake in the canoe. The loons were active, and their haunting sound made the experience all the more gooder (haha...that sounds cool for being so wrong).
I have included some pictures for you...It sure is pretty up here...come see me and find out!!!!
Does a bear **** in the woods?
Joshua "yes he does" Fuller
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Monday, May 16, 2005
Maybe he was nervous...
When the novelty of a new thing called a blog wears off, what is a young man to do? Stop writing, I guess. I have to admit my laziness about journaling has been consistent. I began to feel like I was performing for an audience to laugh at my blogs, and the pressure of entertaining got to me and I stopped writing - much like a guy can get "stage fright" if he is asked to pee on command.
Then I realized that it is healthy to write in here, for me and for my carpells and tunnels. They tend to get down becuase they are not as syndromic as others their age. I am a helper.
So Layne & I checke dout sevral churches...well, actually we tried three. Two churches we tried once, and the other is Mars Hill, where we love to go. It feels like home there. So I got on ther horn to the staff and I am joining a men's house church soon. Six guys who just hang out and do guy things, like play sports, watch sports, and go see Star Wars movies. I am exited to see how it goes, as one of the things that I have been lacking is guy time. That is important for a man to feel supported by other Christian guys - there is a connection there. Layne & I are also trying to get into a couples house church, if one opens soon. They are less like Bible studies and more like "hang out with cool people" studies.
I am flying home to Oklahoma this weekend to see my FarmHouse little brother get married. Chitty and Haley get hitched on Saturday. I am excited to see my parents and friends, as it has been over three months. I'm only in town for about 48 hours, but that will be enough - just to see them and hang out.
So last week on the way to church I told Layne that I wasn't feeling like going. I told her that I felt like I was going becuase that is what good Christians do, and that I never wanted ot be that guy who goes to church because it is fashionable...I want to go because of some deeper reason. Well that was a hand to help Layne get on her soap-box and ht erest of the ride to church I just listened. She went on about how we go to honor God...not to feel "high" on spirituality, but in reverence of what He has done for us and Who He Is...that we should go becuase He deserves at least an hour of focus during our week. I agreed with that, was sufficed, and got slammed by the Glory of God at the service. It ROCKED! The music pumped me up - and God allowed me to feel jazzed about being in His fold...it is like He said, "Okay Fuller, you came for the right reason - becuase Layne showed you what it was on the highway driving in...so here ya' go!" He is fab-u-luss!
Don't let the humm drum of every day living get you down. It is the desire to work out the monotony of the work week and the drive to make it through the cycle that makes relationships to awesome. I love pushing through the same 'ol - same ol' with Layne. That is what makes us special - because we like to pull each other through that. She is fantastic. I love her. Nice job, Shoafs.
Erin Dudley is my hero.
josh
Then I realized that it is healthy to write in here, for me and for my carpells and tunnels. They tend to get down becuase they are not as syndromic as others their age. I am a helper.
So Layne & I checke dout sevral churches...well, actually we tried three. Two churches we tried once, and the other is Mars Hill, where we love to go. It feels like home there. So I got on ther horn to the staff and I am joining a men's house church soon. Six guys who just hang out and do guy things, like play sports, watch sports, and go see Star Wars movies. I am exited to see how it goes, as one of the things that I have been lacking is guy time. That is important for a man to feel supported by other Christian guys - there is a connection there. Layne & I are also trying to get into a couples house church, if one opens soon. They are less like Bible studies and more like "hang out with cool people" studies.
I am flying home to Oklahoma this weekend to see my FarmHouse little brother get married. Chitty and Haley get hitched on Saturday. I am excited to see my parents and friends, as it has been over three months. I'm only in town for about 48 hours, but that will be enough - just to see them and hang out.
So last week on the way to church I told Layne that I wasn't feeling like going. I told her that I felt like I was going becuase that is what good Christians do, and that I never wanted ot be that guy who goes to church because it is fashionable...I want to go because of some deeper reason. Well that was a hand to help Layne get on her soap-box and ht erest of the ride to church I just listened. She went on about how we go to honor God...not to feel "high" on spirituality, but in reverence of what He has done for us and Who He Is...that we should go becuase He deserves at least an hour of focus during our week. I agreed with that, was sufficed, and got slammed by the Glory of God at the service. It ROCKED! The music pumped me up - and God allowed me to feel jazzed about being in His fold...it is like He said, "Okay Fuller, you came for the right reason - becuase Layne showed you what it was on the highway driving in...so here ya' go!" He is fab-u-luss!
Don't let the humm drum of every day living get you down. It is the desire to work out the monotony of the work week and the drive to make it through the cycle that makes relationships to awesome. I love pushing through the same 'ol - same ol' with Layne. That is what makes us special - because we like to pull each other through that. She is fantastic. I love her. Nice job, Shoafs.
Erin Dudley is my hero.
josh
Sunday, May 01, 2005
A "Sport" All It's Own, by Permenant Marken
This week proved to be a long one, so on Friday after Layne & I got off work, we drove to Midland to spend the weekend at her parent's house. We slept late Saturday, then Shoaf & I went to Lowe's while Layne got her hair cut. After a lunch at a sandwich shop, the girls went shopping and Shoaf and I did manly things - we went to the western store, moved manure with the tractor and rode through the wetlands of Midland.
Scooping poop is great! It blows up your nose and in your face and you feel like "this must be how heaven is!" The smell and warmth that rises from a steaming pile of horse poo cannot be compared to anything else..."I, I'm hooked on a feeling!" So after moving several buckets from the pile to the road o' poop that they are building at Starry Meadows, we played with the dogs and then went for a ride with Jeff Dudley. I rode Sport. He is 17, but has lots of spirit to him. I'll admit, this ride has been the most fun and exciting in a long time (since the 3 hour ride in CO that we took up the old railroad grade in the mountains.) Sport led most of the way, since he walked out good and the others had to jog to keep up :)
Shoaf's horse Rocky decided he was hot and wanted to roll, but Shoaf got him back up without getting off - good thing since we were in 2 feet of water. I hear "GET UP ROCKY! GET UP!" And as we turned an about face we see shoaf still on, pulling on Rock's reins as the gelding reluctantly rose to his feet. We intended t oluagh for a long while about that one. But then it was my turn.
Sport had an accident with a wire fence wrapping around his leg several years ago. He was pretty shook up and since has not liked anything touching his back legs. So we are riding through a clear-cut area that has been freshly done. Fresh stumps, branches and various shrubs abound - and Sport begins to feel the scratches of things on his back legs. He dances back and forth, and begins to breath heavily - snorting is what you would see in movies at this point. The fence we got caught in before is behind us - and he backs up! The wire in the fence hits his hind and he lets it push him forward. We hop along, with only one rear up as he thought about going over a stump, and made it to the road.
After a while on the road we went back into the clearcut where it had been done long before. It was grassy, but standing in 3 or 4 feet of water due to the snow melt and rain. While riding through the 100 yard soggy bottom, he catches his back leg ona stick under the surface and loses his mind, spinnning this way and that - darting up, jumping through the water. Onyx the black lab didn't help, by thinking this must be a game and knipping at his front hooves. He stopped, and I had time enough to get my right foot back in the stirrup before the "reggae" commenced again! I stayed int he middle, and Big Dave would be proud. A lazy ride back to the barn boasted 3 men, staying on top the whole time and living to laugh about it over dinner.
BIG NEWS! Greg Marken and Erin Diane Dudley decided to make plans to tie the knot this weekend. Duds gets made cause I never mention her, so here is her camio!!!!!!! Thier first child (some years down the raod I should think) has been pre-named: Permenant Marken, or, if he has mystical powers, Magic Marken. We'll see.....CONGRATS FRIENDS!!!!
Seacrest, out.
fuller
Scooping poop is great! It blows up your nose and in your face and you feel like "this must be how heaven is!" The smell and warmth that rises from a steaming pile of horse poo cannot be compared to anything else..."I, I'm hooked on a feeling!" So after moving several buckets from the pile to the road o' poop that they are building at Starry Meadows, we played with the dogs and then went for a ride with Jeff Dudley. I rode Sport. He is 17, but has lots of spirit to him. I'll admit, this ride has been the most fun and exciting in a long time (since the 3 hour ride in CO that we took up the old railroad grade in the mountains.) Sport led most of the way, since he walked out good and the others had to jog to keep up :)
Shoaf's horse Rocky decided he was hot and wanted to roll, but Shoaf got him back up without getting off - good thing since we were in 2 feet of water. I hear "GET UP ROCKY! GET UP!" And as we turned an about face we see shoaf still on, pulling on Rock's reins as the gelding reluctantly rose to his feet. We intended t oluagh for a long while about that one. But then it was my turn.
Sport had an accident with a wire fence wrapping around his leg several years ago. He was pretty shook up and since has not liked anything touching his back legs. So we are riding through a clear-cut area that has been freshly done. Fresh stumps, branches and various shrubs abound - and Sport begins to feel the scratches of things on his back legs. He dances back and forth, and begins to breath heavily - snorting is what you would see in movies at this point. The fence we got caught in before is behind us - and he backs up! The wire in the fence hits his hind and he lets it push him forward. We hop along, with only one rear up as he thought about going over a stump, and made it to the road.
After a while on the road we went back into the clearcut where it had been done long before. It was grassy, but standing in 3 or 4 feet of water due to the snow melt and rain. While riding through the 100 yard soggy bottom, he catches his back leg ona stick under the surface and loses his mind, spinnning this way and that - darting up, jumping through the water. Onyx the black lab didn't help, by thinking this must be a game and knipping at his front hooves. He stopped, and I had time enough to get my right foot back in the stirrup before the "reggae" commenced again! I stayed int he middle, and Big Dave would be proud. A lazy ride back to the barn boasted 3 men, staying on top the whole time and living to laugh about it over dinner.
BIG NEWS! Greg Marken and Erin Diane Dudley decided to make plans to tie the knot this weekend. Duds gets made cause I never mention her, so here is her camio!!!!!!! Thier first child (some years down the raod I should think) has been pre-named: Permenant Marken, or, if he has mystical powers, Magic Marken. We'll see.....CONGRATS FRIENDS!!!!
Seacrest, out.
fuller
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