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Thursday, January 5, 2012

Riding to the Shore

I just finished a poetry assignment for english class and was rather pleased with my words on this January 
evening. I have never been one to share my work but I decided to give it a shot this time. Forgive me if it is awful but I hope you enjoy it, even a wee bit.

Riding to the Shore

Riding to the shore, 
This hour of dark and down,
The daylight is no more,
To the land we are now bound.

After a long day at sea,
Fishing, Sailing, all types of activity,
Now, shore is where we do flee,
Though sea is all I wish to see.

The waves that crash,
The creatures beneath,
Lightning storms do flash,
Mystery hidden at our feet.

Time to depart has come,
As we begin "Riding to the Shore,"
Ah, the land is not fun,
This will be a bore.


Yum, Yum, Yum! Time for the TANWICH!

Today, I will teach you (my few followers, if any) how to muster up the most delectable treat that I hath ever created in the Price Kitchen.  A sandwich that is so grand, so scrumpdidilyumptious, it literally melts in your mouth (well, the cheese does).  The best part is that it takes only 3 easy, simple, thoughtless, yet loving steps!!! Let's get this fiesta started and proceed with the little recipe to some BIG flavor, it's the one, the only.....


  • 1 flatbread Sandwich Thin (Preferably TOASTED)
  • 1 egg
  • 1 slice of Canadian Bacon
  • 1 slice of American Cheese
  • Miracle Whip
  • As much LOVE as you can possibly show any sandwich... and then some <3

1. Prep the 100 CALORIE flatbread    (Delicious and Nutritious)
  • Toast in proper toasting machine.
  • Apply the MW

2. Fry your egg to 
the perfect 
golden brown

3. Stack the wich!
  • Apply the Bacon.
  • Apply the American Cheese
  • Apply the egg straight from the frying pan (therefore melting the cheese immediately before you indulge)


-Brother #2 

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Fencing - The Most Legendary Sport to Take Place on Planet Earth

Many of you may know, or may not know that I participate in the ancient sport of fencing.  It is a glorious duel between two individuals incorporating fierce competition, honor, sportsmanship, strength, speed, and precision.  In my personal opinion it is one of the greatest sports to ever take place on the planet.  Let's learn a little about this physical activity that is very foreign to most of us here in the states...

Some facts...

-The tip of the fencing weapon is the second fastest moving object in sport; the first is the marksman's bullet.
-Fencing is conducted on a 14m x 2m "strip" or "piste" to replicate combat in confined quarters such as a castle hallway.
- Fencers wear white uniforms because before the advent of electronic scoring, touches were recorded on the usually white surface with a wad of ink-soaked cotton on the tips of the weapons.  
 -Fencing is the only combat sport with no weight classes.


Foil (The Best)




The Best Club In Town

Arizona Fencing Center

Mi Maestro (Coach/Teacher)

Florin Paunescu

...yes, he is a European Cup gold medalist (1982)... Don't worry about it.

Th-th-that's all folks...

May Angels Lead You In...

Mykel and Carli Allan were known to be the biggest fans of the band Weezer ever to roam the earth and they even ran the band's fan club.  These two women would often times scout out the bands coming to town and give them a place to stay when there was "No one in town they knew."  They struck up friendships with many bands in the business and were soon more than just your average, everyday fans.  In mid-1997 these sisters were headed back from a Weezer show with their younger sister, Trysta, when tragedy struck.  They had gotten in a car wreck where all three of these sisters lost their lives to the icy roads of Colorado. The Allan sisters often used the saying "Hear you me" and it is how they will be remembered many, including my favorite band of all time, Jimmy Eat World.  Give it a listen if you already haven't.

Hear You Me

"It is life near the bone where it is sweetest."
-Henry David Thoreau

An Old Sweetheart of Mine
by James Whitcomb Riley

As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,
And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design,I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine.

The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise,
As I turn it low to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes,And light my pipe in silence, save a sigh that seems to yokeIts fate with my tobacco and to vanish with the smoke.

'Tis a fragrant retrospection -- for the loving thoughts that start
Into being are like perfume from the blossom of the heart;And to dream the old dreams over is a luxury divine --When my truant fancy wanders with that old sweetheart of mine.

Though I hear, beneath my study, like a fluttering of wings,
The voices of my children, and the mother as she sings,I feel no twinge of conscience to deny me any themeWhen Care has cast her anchor in the harbor of a dream.

In fact, to speak in earnest, I believe it adds a charm
To spice the good a trifle with a little dust of harm --For I find an extra flavor in Memory's mellow wineThat makes me drink the deeper to that old sweetheart of mine.

A face of lily-beauty, with a form of airy grace,
Floats out of my tobacco as the genii from the vase;And I thrill beneath the glances of a pair of azure eyesAs glowing as the summer and as tender as the skies.

I can see the pink sunbonnet and the little checkered dress
She wore when first I kissed her and she answered the caressWith the written declaration that, as surely as the vineGrew round the stump, she loved me -- that old sweet heart of mine.

And again I feel the pressure of her slender little hand,
As we used to talk together of the future we had planned --When I should be a poet, and with nothing else to doBut write the tender verses that she set the music to:

When we should live together in a cozy little cot
Hid in a nest of roses, with a fairy garden-spot,Where the vines were ever fruited, and the weather ever fine,And the birds were ever singing for that old sweetheart of mine:

When I should be her lover forever and a day,
And she my faithful sweetheart till the golden hair was gray;And we should be so happy that when either's lips were dumbThey would not smile in Heaven till the other's kiss had come.

But, ah! my dream is broken by a step upon the stair,
And the door is softly opened, and -- my wife is standing there;Yet with eagerness and rapture all my visions I resignTo greet the living presence of that old sweetheart of mine.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Let the Banter Begin!

To blog or not to blog? That is the question.  Tanner James Price is the name and "to blog" is the game.  I can be somewhat of a poet at times or even a mountaineer who climbs. I'll be discussing everything from bells and whistles to wars and missiles.  Now let's have a little fun and get some blogging done! Just as a little intro to the insight that is to come, I give you a poem, a quote, then I am done.
Cowboy is his Name
by Baxter Black

There's a hundred years of history,
And a hundred before that,
All gathered in the thinkin'
Goin' on beneath this hat.

And back behind his eyeballs
And pumpin' through his veins,
Is the ghost of every cowboy
That ever held the reins.

Every coil in his lasso's
Been thrown a million times,
His quite concentrations
Been distilled through ancient minds.

It's evolution workin'
When silver scratches hide,
And a ghostly cowboy chorus
Fills his head and says 'let's ride'.

The cold flame burns within him
'Till his skins as cold as ice,
And the dues he paid to get here
Are worth every sacrifice.

All the miles spent sleep drivin'
All the money down the drain,
All the 'if I's' and 'nearly's'
All the bandages and pain.

All the female tears left dryin'
All the fever and the fight,
Are just a small down payment
On the ride he makes tonight.

It's guts and love and glory,
One mortal's chance at fame,
His legacy is rodeo,
And cowboy is his name.

"'To Live' is the rarest thing in the world. Most Exist. That is all."
- Unknown