Born (1977) and raised in Norman, I currently work for the USPS as a Database Administrator. On the side, I develop websites for a variety of companies, big and small. I have a wife, Gabby, and 3 kids, Mary, Joey and Hope, with another on the way.

I feel I have accomplished a lot in the Information Technology field, but look to accomplish more. I hope someday to invent, or help develop new kinds of products, specifically products to help people create their own energy to power their homes,cars,etc.

Sports wise, I follow (not a freak, just watch most of the games) OU, as well as Nascar. I guess if you consider fishing a sport, I really love that too, when I have time (which is rare these days).

I really love all kinds of music, and used to be in a band, choir, and other performing groups. I also like acting any time I get a chance.

Before my family days, I used to enjoy skydiving and other more extreme sports. For now, I am enjoying writing while keeping the other eye on the kids.

My passion is ...

Learning

I know too much about ...

Computer Science- but I am still learning

My parents always told me ...

I shouldn't play sports

My childhood ambition ...

Play sports

My favorite memory ...

Flying a kite on the beach, followed by eating at Frenchy's

Why I write ...

I write so that I can put my ideas down on paper.. make them more permanant.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Right now I am listening to Depeche Mode

My first job ...

Mowing Lawn

My best moment ...

Singing.

My inspiration ...

The unlimited possibilities in life

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Warmth

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In your world, my world, it's turning cold.

The summer that died months ago, seems so distant now, just a wishful memory. The warmth of the sun comforted us for only a small time, but never really was. Grey and gloomy it was gone before it ever arrived; a couple of pinwheels to remember it by. The garden never bloomed, never provided a single meal. The summer garden that was to provide for us, left us starving.

The weather's changed to a deathly cold. I stay up, preparing for the coldest that is to come, trying to gather what we need. Maybe it'll be warmer in my bed. But the natural warm...

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