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Interests: Mission work, Dancing, Reading, Crop circling, Scaring people with big pink birds, Frolicking like a kid with my friends, Painting, Sleeping, Eating, Texas, Drums, Paintballing, Camping, Hiking, Kayaking, Fishing, Soccer, Royal Rangers (Old school!), Skipping rope/ chain, Sand sculpting, Baby banana pealing.
Expertise: Working well with no sleep, Dancing, Mission work, Wood splitting, Tomahawk throwing, paintball dodging.
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Thursday, January 22, 2009

New year

And my Second annual tip of the first day of the first month of the year is...................................

late.

But none the less.

 

Never look in an empty room expecting to find yourself.


Thursday, July 10, 2008

Currently Listening
There Came a Lion
By Ivoryline
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A poem for those that still read stuff on here.

The Beat Slows

By Peter Cox age 16

I can hear a beat outside my room,

The drums are messengers of the coming doom.

The rhythm is simple to those who know it,

But it sounded like death to this now wrestles poet.

It warned the neighboring worriers to stay back,

The drummers ready for a well-planned attack.

Surrounded on all sides, we never moved for weapons,

All that we had was the God from those White man’s Bible Lessons.

We understood we didn’t have to hide,

They had learned that God was on their side.

The worriers circled ’round the camp of the reborn,

Knowing soon many families would morn.

The signal from the chief now came to move in,

A battle with God’s children now would begin.

The Christian camp was in a wide open space,

Not a normal choice for a wartime base.

The drums grew louder, and more joined in,

First around five, now eight or ten.

A loud strong voice cut through the camp,

Just like darkness is pierced by the light of a small lamp.

He sang a native praise song and the tribe repeated,

As soon as the words left their lips they could not be defeated.

“Glory to the One who has shown us the way,

Glory to Christ for the price you did pay.

Your commandments oh Lord we will obey,

Glory to the One who is with us this day.”

And just as the song through the camp did surge,

The chief’s worriers and God’s plan began to converge.

The worshipers at the worriers feet fell,

Not saved from death, but saved from hell.

And even though they had no chance to fight,

They died as martyrs and became that small lamp in the dark shining bright.

And as daylight comes and they become ashamed of what they’ve done,

The worshiper’s prayers were answered when the warriors came to the Son.


Monday, June 02, 2008

Currently Listening
Better Days Ahead
By BDA
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Wow, there are 17 of these. It's worse than I thought.

Story #17
 
 
The Adventures Of Jack and Bob!
By Peter Cox!
 
 
To clarify, the underlined passages are the thoughts of that person.
 
Because of their recent Jello binge, our fine heroes have been home from work for a couple of days and are starting to get pretty board. But don't worry, they'll find some way to stay occupied.  
 
Bob: "Did you just say octopus?"
 
Jack The Writer: "No, but now that we have something to start off what seems like a very not funny adventure, lets run with it."
 
Bob: "My mom told me to never run with an octopus."
 
Jack: "Why?"
 
Bob: "I don't know, maybe she was prejudice against inkers."
 
Jack: "Maybe."
 
Bob: "But ever since I saw her running with that squid I just thought she was hypocritical."
 
Jack The Writer: "Bob just said his first big word!"
 
And there was much rejoicing...........
*small amount of pointless cheering plays in the background*
 
We have entered a new faze in Bob's life, he is now so pleased with his first big word that he wants to continue being a "smart person". But Jack is jealous, so he'll try too.
 
 
 
 
 
Bob: lamas.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Jack: "I feel snooty today."
 
Bob: "Why?"
 
Jack: "No idea, but I do."
 
Bob: "So what are you feeling snooty about?"
 
Jack: "Everything."
 
Jack : "I'm going to go watch a movie, and then say the book was better."
 
Bob: "The book was better!"
 
Jack: "I know, and we don't even know what book we're talking about!"
 
Bob: "Yep, but if we're being snooty we shouldn't even care."
 
Jack: "Indeed."
 
Bob: "Indeed, that's a silly word."
 
Jack: "So do you like chicken?"
 
Bob: "I like bagels, the kind that hate me."
 
Jack: "I suddenly want to punt a small dog to the moon!"
 
Bob: "DO IT!!!!!!"
 
Jack: *punts a small dog into space*
 
Bob: "Cool!"
 
Jack: "Cool!"
 
Guy standing beside Bob for some reason: "Cool!"
 
Bob Barker: "Cool!"
 
Small dog: So this is what his real plan is for controlling the pet population, I see how it is.
 
Small punted dog: One small step for dog...........................................One high kick for couch potato.
 
 
Suddenly in the middle of the sky.........................................................nope, that's just a kite shaped like a killer pelican.
 
Bob: "I wonder what would happen if two killer pelicans fought."
 
Jack: "I guess they would be killer pelican pelican killers."
 
Is anyone still reading this?
 
If so, I am sorry to inform you that it's not going to get any better as it goes on.
 
Unless I tell you that you've one an "all expenses paid" "vacation" to "a beautiful beach" in "Jamaica".
 
But I don't think that's going to happen.
 
It may, you'll have to keep reading these pointless stories to know though.
 
 

Cephas

Out.


Thursday, May 22, 2008

Wow, sounds great weather man, but really?

The forcast.

 

THU

77°F 25°C
50°F 10°C
FRI

75°F 23°C
54°F 12°C
SAT

78°F 25°C
52°F 11°C
SUN

82°F 27°C
58°F 14°C
MON

85°F 29°C
67°F 19°C
 

Cephas

Out.


Friday, April 04, 2008

Currently Listening
Anthem for the Underdog
By 12 Stones
I like how they do a lot of waltz songs
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Where has the winter gone?

As The Snow Fades Away.

 

 

 

Snow fell in my yard for the first time today;

 

Building nondescript and frivolous things as I play.

 

The white makes me think it’s clean,

 

Learning the hard way many times makes mom scream.

 

Castles of ice, and forts of cold,

 

Asking dad if they could be sold.

 

The ground is now gone from under me,

 

And there’s no dirt or grass there left to see.

 

The second day is not as fun somehow,

 

The castles and forts to the sun must now bow.

 

The sun knows that days like yesterday are not for today,

 

But even in my defiance of time I can't make them to stay.

 

The wind dies down and it feels like twilight,

 

And I'm sure now the rule of winter isn’t finite.

 

Spring comes soon and I am not ready to lose the friends I’ve made,

 

But someone knows better than me, and he shows me as the snow fades.

 

Cephas

Out.

 



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