Cam's gut...uh...yeah.

As if they were deer....on Nebo Hill.

These were very clean homeless dogs that Joel and myself found. We both agree they were cute. We found them by the old nazi regime. (Formally known as a really old railroad building)

This is the so-called nazi building of the nazi regime in Liberty. (*Midwest branch*)
It is a really old railroad building as far as we know, but it could be anything...we found it on old 210 highway.

The Lazy J? What the hell? ...ok

Joel being distressed about the CoffeeShop's non-existence. Myself including (I was taking the picture).

The haunting disclaimer...*shivers down the spine* Joel was a loyal customer by far (Tim including).

Poor CoffeeShop...

Sophia (Phia for short) is my adorable cousin...unfortuately...she is the only cousin that I have any hope for...that's just the way it is though you know? She's 6 right now...and I hear about how she gets in truoble all the time at school for talking too much. She has a personality like me (Which could be a bad thing) but she's cool none the less. Her dad (My uncle) is Uncle Jon (The same guy who lets me race his truck), he always talks about how much of a pain it will be when she starts dating...I say...haha. She's a spinning image of him. The last time we met...she helped me change the oil on my grandpa's tractor...lol.

This is the inevitable hurricane that sent me back home earlier this summer than expected...which put me in an odd place in Marching Band and which then led to the wonderful meeting of Kristina and I. I have everything to thank for this hurricane...it can be read about in my profile.

This is Jazzlyn (yes, I named her after jazz) she is a West Highland White Terrier and has ADD I swear to God. She's really cool though. We used to have Leslie (3rd pic), which was the same kind, and after a freak combination of medicine accident...she died and we got Jazzy. They are both very loveable...and they make/made me feel so good.

On the summer trip to Denton, my parents went to Dallas and Galveston (Right on the coast...hence the hurricane). When they went to Dallas...they took a picture of the window that Kennedy was killed from...weird...but I thought it was cool.

For those of you who don't know...Medievil Times is a real place, where you eat really good food with your hands...root and toot like drunks and whoever is the loudests' guy wins this medievil battle...very childish...but very fun. Our dude won...so anyways...at this place we got to get a pic of us sitting in "royal chairs" with our gay-ass hats (But were cool) and dad was the King...I must have been a Duke or something...So I say revolution!!!!!

Same place as before...in the arena...nevermind the crazed drunk woman in the back partially covered by my glorifiying green flag...it's just my mother. Hah..this was such a great place...wish KC had one.

Ah yes...marching band season...gotta love it...frankly I enjoyed us going outside for practice...but that was about it. Oh and the simple fact how it's where I met Kristina...that's great too. It's all good in thehouseofshawn.

This was at UNT (The jazz camp this summer) where we were playing and the vibe player said something only Vibe players say...and to my utter amazement...I could do nothing but stare at him as if I was saying "What the Fuck!&*&^*(&^@#

This is my uncle's truck...it's very fast...and loud...and all gas (no nitrous or anything); by the way, it's just a 350 small-block which is amazing considering its greatest time has been 10.41 down the quarter-mile...and it's starting to rise...this thing is "bitchin'!"