Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Baby Desi's trip to the river and town branch on 9/20
Monday, September 15, 2008
Feeding Time Conversation
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Bills Reaction... video
woohoo... boy she moves her head so effortlessly now. its amazing how much bigger she has gotten. i really dont notice unless i look at the videos and pics from when she was little. oh boy do i love my lil girl.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
More random pics
Great Grandma King, Destiny Marie, and John Paul (me)
Aunt Johnna telling Destiny all the dumb things her daddy did when they were little, and how her and Aunt Mandy-lou used to team up against him all the time.
Destiny wearing her (good luck) pink OU onesie, i thought it was neat how she was sleeping right almost perfectly inside the diamond pattern of the blanket
why so serious? or
Aunt Johnna telling Destiny all the dumb things her daddy did when they were little, and how her and Aunt Mandy-lou used to team up against him all the time.
Destiny wearing her (good luck) pink OU onesie, i thought it was neat how she was sleeping right almost perfectly inside the diamond pattern of the blanket
why so serious? or
you looking at me? or
i'm your huckleberry?
I need a helping hand
Ok, as many of you know i have been creating a line of books for Destiny enititled "My Life As Your Dad." these books range from pictures of her, me, nikki, articles of importance, stories from the adventures of destiny and whatever i find essential to tell her about. These books are meant to allow a window into my thoughts for my daughter. There is an underlieing reason i want her to have this window and for those of you that know me, know why that is. But i digress, im in somewhat of a need position here, i cannot find one of these books as the two stores in muskogee that used to carry them dont anymore. I have used the "Paperblanks" embellished wraps for these books. If anyone who reads this ever wants to get me a present for my birthday, christmas, halloween... whatever... this is what i want. Bar nothing else, i dont want money (well...), or clothes, a guitar, nothing... i want to create this legacy of memories for Destiny that stretches until she turns eighteen or god forbid something terrible should happen to me. So i ask, quite hat in hand like that if you want to get me a gift, buy me one of these books so that when i finish one i dont have to pause for a few weeks while awaiting the oppurtunity to go to Tulsa to get another. I also would be willing to pay for the book if you were to pick one up for me, they usually cost $15.95, and i would gladly pay for it so that i didnt have to go to Tulsa to get another one. Thank you.
they are Paperblanks embellishes wraps, 144 pages, 7"x 9", memento pouch... they can be found at Amazon.com, Borders, Hastings and Barnes and Noble. Paperblanks also has a 1800 number 1800-277-5887. thank you for reading.
they are Paperblanks embellishes wraps, 144 pages, 7"x 9", memento pouch... they can be found at Amazon.com, Borders, Hastings and Barnes and Noble. Paperblanks also has a 1800 number 1800-277-5887. thank you for reading.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
"Terror and Reaction"
It's been six years since
but home looks the same.
She never lost her innocence
but she still feels the shame.
Same clock on the wall
same Harley in the shed.
Nothing has changed at all
even her cozy daybed.
She opens the window
and stares at the ground,
praying for the wind to blow
and take her down.
Thoughts of insecurity
run the widow's mind.
"I can either show my ability
or see you in no time"
she takes two valium
and goes to sleep.
As sleep turns to dream
she lets go into the deep.
She's escaping reality
and her lonely life.
She dreams of casualtys
people dieing left and right.
Awaken by her screams,
drenched in cold sweat.
He is there in her dreams
caught in damien's net.
She can see him at work
on the 53rd floor.
She can see the world go berserk.
The she can't see him anymore
Floating in a sea of hate
It's the same thing she cant escape
She cannot relate,
with this internal rape
She goes to the window again.
The wind she wont need.
Because she will say when,
she has control in deed.
"What if I am insane,
if I die what then?
The clouds will still rain,
The sun will rise again."
You see after he was gone
Her parents took her back in
Afraid of what might go wrong
Praying they could save her, when
They lie asleep together
with nothing they can do.
But pray this storm will weather,
for the next hour or two.
They lie asleep in bed,
Praying for an answer why.
Not aware their daughter lies dead,
Before they could say goodbye.
In her final dreams
she can see him once again.
He's closer than it seems,
sittin there in damiens den.
There magic has been interrupted
now they live eternity in fire.
There perfect world disrupted,
now there world will retire.
For she commited a final sin
and he was already on his way.
Now there together again
together in hell is better than another lonely day.
but home looks the same.
She never lost her innocence
but she still feels the shame.
Same clock on the wall
same Harley in the shed.
Nothing has changed at all
even her cozy daybed.
She opens the window
and stares at the ground,
praying for the wind to blow
and take her down.
Thoughts of insecurity
run the widow's mind.
"I can either show my ability
or see you in no time"
she takes two valium
and goes to sleep.
As sleep turns to dream
she lets go into the deep.
She's escaping reality
and her lonely life.
She dreams of casualtys
people dieing left and right.
Awaken by her screams,
drenched in cold sweat.
He is there in her dreams
caught in damien's net.
She can see him at work
on the 53rd floor.
She can see the world go berserk.
The she can't see him anymore
Floating in a sea of hate
It's the same thing she cant escape
She cannot relate,
with this internal rape
She goes to the window again.
The wind she wont need.
Because she will say when,
she has control in deed.
"What if I am insane,
if I die what then?
The clouds will still rain,
The sun will rise again."
You see after he was gone
Her parents took her back in
Afraid of what might go wrong
Praying they could save her, when
They lie asleep together
with nothing they can do.
But pray this storm will weather,
for the next hour or two.
They lie asleep in bed,
Praying for an answer why.
Not aware their daughter lies dead,
Before they could say goodbye.
In her final dreams
she can see him once again.
He's closer than it seems,
sittin there in damiens den.
There magic has been interrupted
now they live eternity in fire.
There perfect world disrupted,
now there world will retire.
For she commited a final sin
and he was already on his way.
Now there together again
together in hell is better than another lonely day.
-John Paul King Baron
i wrote this poem a year ago today, it's an adaption from memory of a poem i wrote a little less than seven years ago that is actually in a time capsule outside of NYC.
God Bless America, God Bless the familys of those lost on this horrific day, god bless our enemies and i pray that they can see the light at the end of the tunnel. God Bless everyone, everywhere. I pray that the wounds this day left can one day heal those in pain. I am thankful i can live and love on this earth today, yet i am saddend when i think of those who cannot. Finally God Bless you, my reader i hope your day is filled with entitlement and beauty.
American,
john paul king baron
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
your biggest fan,
i wanted to chime in real quick on the love affair (man crush) i now have for Bernie Pollard of the Kansas City Chiefs.
Mr Pollard,
I'm writing you today to inform you that you have become my favorite player of all-time. For my whole life there has been a tie for my undieing affection between Steve Tasker, Brett Farve and Lawerance Taylor. But you actions on Sunday, September 7th, 2008 have taken my man crush for you to places ive never been before. Never before has someone capture my dreams and lived them out on live television in front of me before. As i watched Sammy Morris push your struggling body towards the "Stetson Slinger" aka Giselle's boyfreind aka Bridget's Baby Daddy aka public enemy #1, i released an amount enthusiasm like never before. I want to personally thank you but i would be to fearful for my own life, meeting you would be similar to meeting Chuck Norris at this point, since up until sunday i was under the belief that Chuck was the only man alive that could stop Super-Tom and his video taping mentor. You sir are a patriarch of American football and you name and likeness will be forever embrazen upon my life. Thank you so very much for allowing the rest of the AFC East to believe that they have a chance and possibly ruining Brady's career on sunday.
your biggest fan,
john paul king baron
ps. dont say your sorry ever again. you should be proud of this "accomplishment" seeing that for the past five years every defensive player in the NFL has been trying to do exactly what you did Sunday.
Mr Pollard,
I'm writing you today to inform you that you have become my favorite player of all-time. For my whole life there has been a tie for my undieing affection between Steve Tasker, Brett Farve and Lawerance Taylor. But you actions on Sunday, September 7th, 2008 have taken my man crush for you to places ive never been before. Never before has someone capture my dreams and lived them out on live television in front of me before. As i watched Sammy Morris push your struggling body towards the "Stetson Slinger" aka Giselle's boyfreind aka Bridget's Baby Daddy aka public enemy #1, i released an amount enthusiasm like never before. I want to personally thank you but i would be to fearful for my own life, meeting you would be similar to meeting Chuck Norris at this point, since up until sunday i was under the belief that Chuck was the only man alive that could stop Super-Tom and his video taping mentor. You sir are a patriarch of American football and you name and likeness will be forever embrazen upon my life. Thank you so very much for allowing the rest of the AFC East to believe that they have a chance and possibly ruining Brady's career on sunday.
your biggest fan,
john paul king baron
ps. dont say your sorry ever again. you should be proud of this "accomplishment" seeing that for the past five years every defensive player in the NFL has been trying to do exactly what you did Sunday.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Desi-Pooh Pictures Galore
My lil bills fan in her new favorite toy (thanks dad)
theve both been brainwashed... and i love it
there we are just peepin guts and watchin cuts
" ok, ok, ok daddy... im wearing my darn buffalo bills gear... are you happy now?"
awww Desi's always falling asleep during bills games... where is her team spirit... haha
theve both been brainwashed... and i love it
there we are just peepin guts and watchin cuts
" ok, ok, ok daddy... im wearing my darn buffalo bills gear... are you happy now?"
awww Desi's always falling asleep during bills games... where is her team spirit... haha
Monday, September 8, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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