Roses on a Battlefield 

The sky was a deep dark grey

Lightning cracked and thunder rolled for ever

The ground was muddy and impossible to walk on

Thanks to the stinging rain.

The air was heavy and thick

The only smells were gunpowder and blood

Concrete bunkers smelled like complete death

And each squad mate smelt worse and worse

I’d pass a shiny artillery shell some days and see a huge change in myself

Being out here so long my body  has gotten weaker and I’ve forgotten the taste of real food

Oh how I longed for a hot plate of my wife’s delicious meatloaf and potatoes

Even that slop at the mess hall would have satisfied my angry stomach right about now

My hands were constantly wrapped around a gun or knife

The feel of cold metal was one thing that actually comforted me

Pulling the trigger became second nature

Realizing that I’d pulled a trigger hundreds of times and was still living made me say a small silent prayer for the soldier that I killed.

Huge artillery guns sounded off every couple of minutes

Even after hearing them for months they still rattled my bones when they fired

Exploding sounds would hit the ground seconds after

And each time it did I wondered if it killed a man or just scared him half to death like it did to me… It was pure hell.

But one morning when the sun was high in the sky

My platoon an I were headed to an advanced position

While jogging I looked down and stopped in my tracks

My mind was in amazement at what my eyes were seeing

My combat boots were completely surrounded by dark red beautiful roses

My eyes filled with tears and my heart dropped to my stomach

It was then that I realized that no matter how much death, destruction, hatred, and just plain old pure ugliness that man can create.

The world is still… and will always… be a beautiful place!

I Dont Wanna

I don’t want him to start school

I don’t think my heart is ready

I don’t want him to turn 5

Just give me one more year I’m begging

I dont want him to meet other kids

I dont want him to meet a new teacher

I dont think y’all are listening to me

Just point me towards the nearest preacher

I dont want him to make new friends

I dont want him to eat lunch from home

I dont want him to discover a whole new world

Soon he’ll be asking me to buy him a phone

I dont want him to meet a cute girl

I dont want him to start going on dates

I dont want him to go to his senior prom

Then he might wanna travel across states

I dont want him to fall in love

I dont want him to leave his room

I dont want to be his best man

Seriously….Can I put him back in the womb?

I dont want him to start school

I don’t think my heart is ready

I dont want him to turn 5

Just give me one more year I’m begging!

                                             -Daniel Taylor

6 month photo shoot

My son starts school in a few months and I’m clearly not ready for it. I dont think I’ll ever be ready for it. So many thoughts run through my mind all day and night. A lot of them are happy thoughts, but to be totally honest, some of them are scary, for me not him. And sometimes the thought of him going through troubled times in his life keeps me up at night…seriously! It’s just something that I really really really dont want him to experience.

Thank you if you’ve read this weeks blog. Please feel free to leave me some comments below and let me know if any of you have ever felt like me or are going through this situation with me. And please let me know what I can do to settle my nerves lol. See you guys next week!



 What’s going on everybody? D2 here and this time I wanna talk to you guys about memories. I was at home just watching my son run around doing his thing and just started thinking about all the memories that he’s put in my head and I was just amazed. Then I started thinking about my wife and all the things we’ve experienced together and I was just blown away by how much those two people have placed permanent marks in my mind and heart. And that’s what got me onto this subject. Memories are some of life’s most precious gifts that a person can hold on to. In fact memories are really the only real valuable things that people can take with them throughout their entire life. It’s also amazing to me that some people in their 80’s and 90’s can remember things from when they were children and here I am in my early 30’s I can’t remember what I had for breakfast the other day. And that’s another reason I think its super sad when people go through their lives creating lots of wonderful memories and then they experience permanent amnesia. I know its not the worst thing that could happen but to me its still a pretty sad moment in someone’s life.
 And with that being said I would like to share with you guys some memories that are near and dear to my heart. Now I already have tons of them and I look forward to making tons more but these are some of the ones that always come to mind when I’m day dreaming about my family.

In the Beginning.

      In the beginning there was just me and my sweetie. Now I grew up in a small town in east Alabama and she grew up in south Florida, so I’ll let you guys imagine the differences we had growing up as children. But skipping ahead to when we became a couple, life was pretty grand back then. We were young and free. No kids, no mortgage, and no responsibilities outside of having regular jobs.. so If we wanted to do something we just up and did it. And look at that smile. Before this pic I rarely recall smiling in any of my pictures. Not a natural smile at least, it was always like a forced smile. This isn’t a pic from when we officially became a couple this is a pic from the first time we spent the weekend in Atlanta, Ga celebrating her sisters birthday. The hotel was nice, the food was over priced and the drinks could have been better but we didn’t care as long as we had each other, everything was good. The entire evening was truly magical because we were surrounded by friends and family. This picture was the next morning as we were getting ready to leave and it was during this picture that I realized how much she loved to take pictures. I obviously wasn’t but this one turned out to be one of my favorite pics of us. And just look at the smile on her. Priceless!
Enter player Number 3

    Ah yes as you can tell from the pic above this is one of the crowning moments in my life. In fact I think this should be a crowning moment in anyone’s life. The day my son came into this world. And obviously this isn’t on his birthday, A birthday of which him and I share, but this is six month later during our first family photo session. At that time we were living in a two bedroom shoebox apartment, I was still working as a temporary employee at a job, bills seemed to be coming from everywhere and my wife was always telling me that she wanted family photos. It really didn’t occur to me that we should have family photos but looking back on it I’m glad we do have some. I didn’t think that we had enough money for a professional photographer but she thought otherwise and so… we had some taken. The photographer was a really fun, down to earth lady and she and my wife had became pretty good friends before and after our photos so she’s our first thought whenever we want professional photos. Now there are some good photos of us posing as a family, and all but I think that the best ones are where we weren’t posing. Out of all the pictures we took, the best one we have is the one hanging over our dining room table. It’s a candid shot she took while we were just playing with my son and gave the biggest smile. She also had a DVD of the entire photo shoot made that she gave us for free. And we had a booklet of my son made and it tears me up every time I look at it. To see him back then and to see him now is truly amazing to me. And again that smile on him is priceless!
The Whole Gang.

    Ok as I’m scrolling through some of our family selfies to find one to dissect for this blog I came across this one. Now this was just a random moment when we were chilling at my parents house for “Sunday dinner” and my wife pulled out her camera and started snapping. Then my son comes and jumps in on the action like he normally does whenever he sees us taking a pic. Now I dont remember what was happening at the moment, and I surely don’t remember what we had for dinner but when I look at this picture, it just dawns on me that that moment was perfect for a selfie of us. And I don’t know what you see when you look at this picture, but when I look at this picture I see nothing but happiness in our eyes and smiles. The bottom right pic is the original, then she said “kiss me” and that became the bottom left. Then my son comes in and my wife said “everybody big smile” which became the top pic. And then she said “ok now do a silly face”, and that became the middle left pic. And in my opinion it mad a pretty good family selfie.  And yet again, those smiles are priceless!

Like I was saying before memories are some of life’s most pressings gifts. Some people keep them for an entire lifetime and unfortunately some people don’t. One of the worst things is when people hold on to bad memories. Because bad memories tend to hold you back from reaching certain steps in your life. And every since my son came into this world he’s put so many good memories in my head, it feels like he’s pushed most of the bad memories out. These are just some of the treasured moments in my life. And thanks to these pictures and this blog I’ll always be able to come back to them later on when I need a quick pick me up. And I’m pretty sure I’ll smile every time I do.

Thank you if you’ve read to this point of my blog. I hope I didn’t bore you to death, or ramble on about my life too much. Please feel free to leave me some comments in the sections below! I’d love to know what type of memories you guys cherish! As always, I will see you guys next week!

The Beard Life

What’s up  everybody? It’s me again as usual, and this time I wanna talk to you guys about something else that’s very close to my heart.  I wanna discuss my ” hickey hider”, my “crumb catcher”, my “face fur”, or whatever you may call it. I wanna talk to you guys about my BEARD.

So please sit tight,  I won’t be long but I’m gonna take my time and take you guys on this 3 year…. no imma start earlier than that, let’s say this 10 year journey… from me looking like a boy to  me looking and feeling like a man all because I let my facial hair grow!

In the beginning 

In the beginning I was just like any other dude in his mid twenties. Still in college, working at a sporting goods store, living in his own apartment, and wearing the almighty “chin strap” like a crown on his face.  At the time you couldn’t tell me that every woman I saw didn’t wanna sleep with me. Here see for yourself!

Fresh new haircut

Mannnnn… you couldn’t tell me I wasn’t  the bomb (lol). But I didn’t walk around acting like a duschebag or anything like that.  No that want my style,  I was always laid back and relaxed. I rocked that look for a long time. I loved it because it made me look a little older than I was, which was cool because I liked older women anyway. (Lol) It was kinda funny because with this look  only women my age would try and talk to me and I was curving them all.

A New Look

    So some years had flown by and I was starting to see that every dude I saw was wearing the same facial hair style that I was. And I’m not saying I owned it or anything it’s just that i like to be someone who sticks out or be different than everybody else.  And plus whenever I went into the barber shop it was weird how the people behind me were getting the same style. Even my barber had that style and that was the final straw to me.  So I decided is find a new style, but I needed a haircut at the time so I wore it one last time. I knew it would be weeks before I would get another cut so that’s when I started looking for a different style.  Now when I say looking, I don’t mean I talked to other people about it or I went searching online.  No I would just look at some pictures of myself and try to imagine how I looked.  And to my surprise it didn’t take that long for me to figure out. I decided to go with the “scruffy beard” look because it made me stick out and it didn’t effect my job. In fact one of the younger guys at my job said he was looking for something different so he gave it a try, but his girlfriend didn’t like it so he went back to the”chin strap”. Here have a look at mine.

My first new look

See what I mean. I didn’t look like any of the guys in my circle, and this made me look even more older than I did before. And you all know how I felt about older women at that time (lol)

Old Pictures, New Beginnings

    So a few more years later and then I noticed that my newest favorite facial hair style becoming more and more popular. And this time I told myself that no matter how many dudes copy it, I’m gonna keep it.  So by this time I’ve met my wife, gotten married and we’ve had a child by now. So one Sunday we were having dinner at my parents house and my mom brings out some old family pictures. And I see one picture of my dad when he was around my age, he worked at a plant like I do, and he was holding me (as a baby) about the same age my son currently was. (Coinsedence?…i think not!) But there was one thing he had that I didn’t……. a beard! (And an afro but I never did like the way I looked with a lot of hair on my head) It wasn’t one of those “hippy” looking beards, but it had decent length to it, it looked healthy,  my mom liked it and he looked… well… “manly”. I thought it was kool and at that moment I thought to myself “why don’t I grow a beard”.

I Was Just Thinking That

     A few days later at work, one of my co worker walk up to me and says “ man why dont we grow us a yeard?” So the first thing that comes outta my mouth is ” what the hek is that”, and he said “grow a beard for a year!” He had already started his a month or two ahead of me. So he pulled out his “beard comb”, and I burst out laughing. Then he tells me im gonna need one also, and I start laughing even harder. So I added, and the rest of the day the only thing I could think about was this journey I was going to take. I didn’t tell my wife until I got home fun work because I wasn’t sure if she was gonna like it. But  still the main thing I wondered was how I was gonna look. So I get home later that evening and tell my wife the big news and she gives me a puzzled look, but she says I should try it out. And that put me into hyper drive mode.  

Hyper Drive mode 

     About two weeks into my “yeard” I was going beard crazy. Researching combs,  beard shampoo,  beard balm,  beard oil,  I mean if it had anything to do with a beard I researched it. I bought a handmade wooden beard comb which was no bigger than a penny. (The wife laughed at me for a week for spending  $20 on a Barbie doll comb. Btw) 

#Kent wooden beard comb.

And after two or three beard balm trials I finally found one that I liked. The smell was pretty awesome from this stuff. 

Honest Amish beard balm

    Within about 3 to 6 months my years was growing and looking healthy. Whenever the sun hit it it was shiny, and whenever I passed a mirror or some shiny window tint I couldn’t help but stop and stare at it. 

From then to now

   Well from here on it mostly becomes a pic blog. But please keep scrolling. There’s some more reading to be done. 

4 months

     ^This was on Valentine’s Day. And I didn’t wanna let my barber trim it at all but I wanted to look nice because the wife and I had a hot date that night. This was also the time I  realized that my mustache was acting real petty and stubborn.

6 months

    ^This was one of the first times I whipped out my camera and saw my beard shinning in the sun so of course I had to snap a selfie lol. 

10 months

    ^Around this time I joined #Instagram and started smack talking about all the beardless dudes out there by making meme funny memes.  And I even joined a beard club which was pretty fun. But I had to resign because they wanted me to travel and my bank account didn’t allow it  lol. But even though I resigned from the group i still keep in touch with since of the  bearded bros.

13 -14 months

    ^Around this time I was reading into making my own beard oil. And it just so happens that I did. And the wife loved it. I had three main scents.  One with a peppermint  after scent,  one with a citrus after scent, and (the wife’s favorite,) one with a sweet coconut after scent. But sadly the co worker who asked me to grow a beard with him shaved his off. But that didn’t stop me. 

Almost 2 years

     Two years down and I was very proud of myself for not shaving it off. And something kept telling me to keep growing. And after seeing some of the bearded bros I was kinda jealous. So that got me more  motivated. 

2 and a 1/2 years

     I was still expierement with different like and scents. But just fell in live with the three I had already made I gave up on it. 

    And that brings us to today. My beard is still going strong but one thing i have never done that I’ve needed to do for some time is get my edges trimmed because it gets tangled very easily and combing it out is sorta painful early in the morning when I’m getting dressed for work(Lol) I wash it 3 days a week and oil it twice a day.  I’ve considered bottling and selling the oil but never got the guts to do it. I just really never knew where to start when it came to selling it. My son likes it because he knows that when we’re wrestling all he has to do is pull my bread and he wins. My wife says she wouldn’t know who I was if I shaved it off. And I’ve talked so much smack about beardless men that there’s no way I’d shave it off, they would probably hurt me(Lol). 

     But anyway that’s my story in a nutshell.  I had planned to grow a beard for one year and it ended up being for life. And I couldn’t be happier with the decision I made.  I still haven’t given it a name though.

I had really enjoyed my #beard journey.  It’s an experience that I encourage every man to go on!

Thank you for reading my blog. Please leave a comment. I’m always intrigued by what people think. 

My gaming partner.


What’s going everybody?  If you don’t know it by now, I’ve been playing videogames for a long time, and I’ve played with a vast amount of people. But my most favorite person to game with is my sister! That’s right fellas, its a girl. As you all can tell from the text message above we’ve been gaming together since 5th or 6th grade. We are grown as hek with kids now, but through it all she’s always been there playing with me.

In the beginning.

It all started in elementary school. We took a class field trip to a place what is now #chuckycheese, but back then it was called #showbiz. And back then it was just a medium sized room, with some arcade, and pinball machines. And maybe a coffee machine or two. But I was familiar with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles the videogame, but I didn’t know that she was too. So I was chilling there eating my pizza. And when I finished I think I told the teacher that I was gonna go play the arcade machine. And I had been there before so my dad had given me a 2 $5 bills for spending money. Little did he know that the food was already paid for so my money went to this baby right here.

But anyway I digress… So when I went to the arcade machine, and I immediately stand in front of Donatello’s stick. (my favorite character) And I think she came up and asked do I wanna play. And of course I said “y!ea” But we both had dollar bills. And back then boys and girls, we had to walk to a machine and get our own change. When we got back to the machine we loaded up and started playing. She picked Leonardo and I loaded up Donny. We started out doing good. But Somewhere I started sucking and just loosing a lot of lives, and I almost ran through the first $5 within a few minutes. But thankfully she was holding us down with Leonardo. So I switched up to Ralpheal just to get my groove back. ( each turtle had a special crowd clearing special move that you could do by pressing both buttons at the same time) So I was doing pretty good with ralph, she was doing good with leo and we were actually beating the game. Then we came up against two mini bosses at the same time. Beebop and Rocksteady…… mannnn they killed us sooooo many times that I wanted to stop playing but I saw the look of determination on her face and kept at it. lol. It was funny as hek now that I think about it. The way she was jumping up and down was hilarious. So I was obviously on my second $5 bill and it was almost gone too. But we defeated them and moved on. Footsoldier after footsoldier kept coming at us and we were killing them all. There were the regular black footsoldiers who just did normal attacks. Then there the red ones  (i think) who through fire down and tried to run away, so you had to jump over the fire and karate kick them. lol It was awesome. Every now and again a whole pizza would pop up  or just a small slice would and whoever was the lowest on health had to eat it. And even then we had to decide because the game was getting progressivly harder. And then we came to the second to last mini boss Crain! It was even harder with him because he was a brain in a body. (sounds crazy i know) So we had to kill his body first, and then kill him. But the thing is, he killed me which took all my quarters, and when I said that, she said “look in my lil purse and get a dollar and go get some more quarters”. I was shocked actually, but I wanted to play so I did. And on my way back to the machine I could see her jumping up and down and mashing on the buttons. It was too too funny. So thanks to her I would be able to jump back in and help “defeat the footclan”. Then after we killed Crain, the footsoldiers were rediciously hard. So at one point she died and said “ill be right back i gotta go get change…dont loose”. So before I knew it she was back in with me. And we get to the main boss….Shredder. man oh man was he hard. He killed us soooo many times. And whenever I’d die she would say “look in my purse and get a quarter”. And I dont know how many times we died I just know it was alot, but we finally defeated him. We literaly sat there and played that entire game from begining to end….and won!  And it felt great. Talk about two kids jumping up and down and screaming like they were crazy lol. And I cant remember anything after that but the class packing up and headding back to school. Thats one of my favorite memories when it comes to videogames and she was there with me.

Then to now

And thats not hte only time she played with me. Remember, we were just kids. Over the years, when we were in highschool she would visit me or i would visit her and play Soul Caliber on Playstation.  Thats why I had it because I played it at her house and liked it.Even when she got her first job in highschool, which was at Hardees…lol…She got off work one saturday night and on her way home she stopped by and played a game or two with me. And all through highschool we spent countless hours playing MLB Slugfest. I wish that game was still around. Then When she graduated highschool she moved to Florida (and she became roomates with my wife, who also plays games with me). And even though we were in diffrent places we played the Sims Urbz. which sucked but she liked it so I played it. We would call eachother at least once a week and talk about it. Also When she moved to florida to go to school she invited me a few weekends. And even though she had to work she still played a few games of NBA Street with me on PS2. And then we started playing online and one of the first games we played the hell out of was Left 4  Dead on Xbox360. I dont even wanna think about how many hours we poured into Guitar hero either. Then there was that brief while where we played alot of Dead Island on PS3. And then came along a little game called Destiny. For at least 5 months we played that game non-stop. every night for atleast 2 hours straight. And in between all these hours of videogames we’ve played, we’ve gotten married and we both have kids. Well…she has kids, I just have one child. But its just so funny how shes played a significant role in my life. And those arent all the games we’ve played those are just some of the big name titles that I can remember.. but shes been right there with me through it all.

And I just want to tell her thank you for all the wonderful memories!