tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63663382011-04-22T00:30:29.318-04:00In discussion with some of the best friends a person can have, water gained the definition of dating relationships.The tide can be low or high,rocky or smooth,and change within minutes just like dates.Some people are lucky to have oceans of water,and some like me and a good friend of mine can have deserts of water.Some like fresh water and some like bottled, but others don't have the luxury of being picky.This is just a blog of my life the adventures, but most of all the water and lack there of.Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03633896931981442346noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366338.post-1077613776681297742004-02-24T03:09:00.000-05:002004-02-24T04:12:24.280-05:00

Yea that is right this post is about the underrated clouds. All I hear these days is how beautiful the sun is. When little kids draw pictures it is always the sun that gets the smily faces. Well I'm here to stand up for the perfectly shaped white cotton balls up in the sky. I like the clouds more than anything in the sky. They provide me with shade from the awfully bright sun. If it weren't for

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Ok, as you can tell I'm not Johnny Cash, but this post is dedicated to the "Man in Black." He didn't have the greatest voice, and he didn't need it. For he had something that surpasses all musical talent. Maybe you can figure it out. J.R. Cash was a good ole southern boy picking cotton in Arkansas. He figured out singing made the day go by as he worked out in the gruelling sun. His mother sent

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We have done it. Shelbyville has added two more to the blog scene. My friends Katie and Abby have both joined us. If you find yourself wondering who they are check my first or second post. Their blogs are listed below. You won't go wrong visiting any of the Shelby blog sights. All are extremely talented writers that bring something different to the table. http://

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Well I went to my Spanish class for the first time on Friday. As I walked into the room I was met with a person from my past. It was the girl who got away. More truthful the relationship I screwed up. To explain the story more I have to go back to sophomore year in high school. ******It was fall semester and I was in Mrs. O'Connell's honors English class. I was sitting in the back corner as I do

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Don't you just wish you could go back to when you were 8 or 9? Let your imagination run wild. I remember when I was the secret agent, the race car driver, the basketball star, or the green beret. I just had an interesting conversation. Do we lose the ability to go off to far places, and save the world? I loved being able to hit the game winning grand slam in the bottom of the ninth down by three

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Hullo readers, I thought I would chat about a place of confusion in my life. My name. Yes, it may sound funny, but I have about 4 or 5 names for different occasions or people. Well my name is Charles Travis Gardner. Charles named after my Grandaddy on my mom's side. Travis named after my Papaw of my dad's side. So the first thing is Charles sounds so professional and kind of royalty. Very

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"Good mourning beautiful, how was your night? Mine was wonderful with you by my side. And I open my eyes to see your sweet face. Oh what a good mourning beautiful day." Ok I'm done singing for now. That was just dedicated to a great person, well you know who you are. Just thought you needed a smile this mourning. Yes after pulling an all nighter last night I figured I would be dead asleep, yea

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Ok I know that the last post was horrible, but living in Kentucky and going to school in Oklahoma doesn't offer that much material. That and well I never claimed to be a great writer. Just hours away is the biggest sporting event of the year. Well la dee fricken da. This year, in my opinion, will be just as bad as last year. Of course I'm a little bias. On one hand you have the New England

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I would like to start off by apologizing to the few readers I do have out there. I had been thinking of the perfect something to write about, but have figured out that if I waited for that I might never blog again. So anyhow I was thinking about the last blog, and it made me reminisce of a time back in high school when all we had to worry about was what to b.s. about in our next paper or who we

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Tonight I glanced out the front picture window at my house, and just had to gasp at the sight. A sunset that painted the skies flourescent pink with hints of orange. It was the perfect sky. Dreams could not blend the colors together any better. I being a self proclaimed photographer rushed out the door grabbing my camera, and jumped into my truck to get the perfect angle. As I had expected I was

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Well I thinking about what I was going to post. Then I thought to myself none of my stories would make sense unless you have a background on the people you are learning about. Most of us were in MCJROTC together thoughout high school (that's Marine Corps Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps). Ben:Well he was our C.O. the big guy in charge. If you ever want to talk military or politics this is

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Well this is my first post so I hope it lives up to your expectations. The creation of this blog is accredited to Ben and Brandon who got me hooked on this blog thing, and to the many stories of water (dating relationships). Yes my friends and I have had discussions lasting hours on the topic of our water and lack there of. The great thing about our group of friends is that we are all different.

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