stuck on a deserted island

Honestly, I have no idea about being stranded on a deserted island. If I was somehow stranded with only five "cassette tapes", I would probably go insane because I couldn't even tell you if my favorite bands have cassette tapes. I imagine a few would, but the songs I really like today probably wouldn't be on there. But in order to make this grade, I will put my imagination cap on and pretend like the songs I'm thinking of are on "cassette tapes" and not a more modern "CD". Now before I begin, one has to ask the question "where the hell am I going to get power for this old-school ghetto blaster?" Batteries run out and palm trees don't come with plug-ins. Anyway, if I were to pick five tapes to have with me, I would probably want something like Toby Keith, Brooks and Dunn, Big and Rich, George Straight, Dierks Bently, etc. However, on the other hand, I might want rock bands such as Metallica, Disturbed, Slayer, Godsmack, and Rob Zombie. Then again, there's another side of me that would probably like bands such as ZZ top, The Eagles, AC-DC, Black Sabbath, and Van Halen. These are pretty much any of the bands I would like to have with me for the rest of my days. I know I didn't narrow these artists down to just five, but come on! How can a person like me decide on just five groups? There are a ton more bands that come to mind but these are just a few that popped into my head at the time I was thinking about genre. I guess if I was to narrow it down to just five, I would pick maybe 2 of each, minus one. I honestly cannot decide which five. It would probably come down to picking them out of a hat. I don’t know, they’re all great in my book.

The Farm

I don't usually get home all too often anymore. I've lived at home for the last 19 years and I'm starting to wean myself off relying on mom and dad. I'm glad I chose to go to a school that's mildly close to home because despite many occasions that I just want to get away, I always find myself wanting to go home at some point. Don't get me wrong, the college life is great, but no matter how strongly I feel about staying away, I almost always want to go back. I guess one could consider it a transition phase where I'm starting to live my life without listening to what my parents tell me. I think they figured this out already and decided it's time I made my own mistakes. They're more apt to give me advice rather than tell me what to do. For example, with gas prices going up and having no end in sight, my parents have been advising me to trade my full size pickup off on a car that gets twice the mileage. I agree, beings I pay for my own gas, but I've had that truck for years. It has a certain sentimental value to me. I think I'll probably do the wiser thing and go for the car. I have the rest of my life to buy another pickup and mess around, etc. Anyway, that's not quite the point I'm trying to make. The reason I titled this blog "the farm" is because through school, whenever I needed "time to myself", I just hopped in my truck and drove out into the prarie. I love it there because the only thing I hear usually is the sound of wind blowing over the prarie grass. My favorite spot is at the top of a hill, where I can look out across the hills of nothing but grass (and a salvage yard at the top of one hill). I love being up there. This is the perfect place to think. There's no noise, fresh air, no eyesores (besides the salvage yard to my back), and no worries. I can just about say this is my version of Utopia. Sometimes I sit up there by myself for hours, just watching nature as it happens. As a cattle rancher, nothing looks better to me than green lush pastures.