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Bogtrotter07
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So, anything decent been happening lately?
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Me2SouthBend
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To quote our old friend Kieth Jackson, "Whoa Nelly". Oh my, things have gotten interesting. Welcome back friend.
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Same old same old. Winning championships, kicking *ss. Good to see you buddy.
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- Lane Kiffin still sucks
- scUM tears are still delicious
- We are going to Miami
- Teo is still in beast mode
- Trinity is still missing
- Shembo found his bike seat
- I finally got my rug back...
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Bogtrotter07
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I can say this because I saw Joe Theisman kiss Brian Kelly last night; (and I have heard Manti say it many times this season)
BUT I LOVE YOU GUYS!
As stupid as it seems, this place is like home and you guys are like family! Your generosity and acceptance is truly humbling.
I cannot tell you how touched I really am. Wait a minute, the nurse says I have to go back into the white coat if I don't take my medicine.
Just a minute . . .
There, that is better!
Seriously, out a respect for the greatest college team of all time, lets not make a big thing of this. If everyone could grab me and send a friend request, that would be cool.
Tá mé ag gealltóireachta ar an nGaeilge sa Cluiche Craobh Náisiúnta; bheadh le haon eagna geall i gcoinne iad?
BUT I LOVE YOU GUYS!
As stupid as it seems, this place is like home and you guys are like family! Your generosity and acceptance is truly humbling.
I cannot tell you how touched I really am. Wait a minute, the nurse says I have to go back into the white coat if I don't take my medicine.
Just a minute . . .
There, that is better!
Seriously, out a respect for the greatest college team of all time, lets not make a big thing of this. If everyone could grab me and send a friend request, that would be cool.
Tá mé ag gealltóireachta ar an nGaeilge sa Cluiche Craobh Náisiúnta; bheadh le haon eagna geall i gcoinne iad?
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Welcome back, Bogs!
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Huh? What? Made me look bad. I'm okay with it! Welcome my man!
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Bogtrotter07
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Tad, you have never looked bad a day in your life! You are the man. Thanks for your friendship!
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Bogtrotter07
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Walter White
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Glad to see you back Bogs.
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Me2SouthBend
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And here I thought you had gone Vegan.
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Bogtrotter07
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Welcome Back!
That is so sad, cause Ron Pallilo just died a few months back. Why did you have to remind me? WHY???
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Look for the positive side Sir. As you can see he lives on in reruns, Dvd's and random internet threads.
Welcome Back Buddy!
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Bogtrotter07
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Look for the positive side Sir. As you can see he lives on in reruns, Dvd's and random internet threads.
Welcome Back Buddy!
LOL
(first time I think I ever did that.)
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Bogs,
Missed you man. We enjoyed the ride and we have arrived. Miami or bust.
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Bogtrotter07
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So, like you are in Miami now? Do you at least have a place to stay? The journey is always the fun! It is what living, or choosing to live is. What if we get to the top this year?
See as high as this mountain is, it is only because of our perception. IF we let our imaginations go, and we dream bigger, we can set larger goals and begin the journey anew.
And we can have more fun in reaching our goal, on the journey, and imagining greater . . . .
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Bogtrotter07
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It is no joke Rack; I am a n00be!!! I wiped that stuff out before I left. I figured if I ever came back I wanted a fresh start. I was going to come back with a new user name, but a couple of messages in a bottle convinced me that I was wanted and missed as me (no accounting for taste) and I just thought this would make it easier. So, thereyouhaveit!
PS. tell any women you know that I am a virgin.
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Bogtrotter07
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A new fictional favorite describing my ansestoral home:
A new fictional favorite describing my ansestoral home:
CHAPTER I
KILGOBBIN CASTLE
Some one has said that almost all that Ireland possesses of picturesque
beauty is to be found on, or in the immediate neighbourhood of, the
seaboard; and if we except some brief patches of river scenery on the Nore
and the Blackwater, and a part of Lough Erne, the assertion is not devoid
of truth. The dreary expanse called the Bog of Allen, which occupies a
tableland in the centre of the island, stretches away for miles--flat,
sad-coloured, and monotonous, fissured in every direction by channels of
dark-tinted water, in which the very fish take the same sad colour. This
tract is almost without trace of habitation, save where, at distant
intervals, utter destitution has raised a mud-hovel, undistinguishable from
the hillocks of turf around it.
Fringing this broad waste, little patches of cultivation are to be seen:
small potato-gardens, as they are called, or a few roods of oats, green
even in the late autumn; but, strangely enough, with nothing to show
where the humble tiller of the soil is living, nor, often, any visible
road to these isolated spots of culture. Gradually, however--but very
gradually--the prospect brightens. Fields with inclosures, and a cabin or
two, are to be met with; a solitary tree, generally an ash, will be seen;
some rude instrument of husbandry, or an ***-cart, will show that we are
emerging from the region of complete destitution and approaching a land of
at least struggling civilisation. At last, and by a transition that is not
always easy to mark, the scene glides into those rich pasture-lands and
well-tilled farms that form the wealth of the midland counties. Gentlemen's
seats and waving plantations succeed, and we are in a country of comfort
and abundance.
On this border-land between fertility and destitution, and on a tract which
had probably once been part of the Bog itself, there stood--there stands
still--a short, square tower, battlemented at top, and surmounted with a
pointed roof, which seems to grow out of a cluster of farm-buildings, so
surrounded is its base by roofs of thatch and slates. Incongruous, vulgar,
and ugly in every way, the old keep appears to look down on them--time-worn
and battered as it is--as might a reduced gentleman regard the unworthy
associates with which an altered fortune had linked him. This is all that
remains of Kilgobbin Castle.
In the guidebooks we read that it was once a place of strength and
importance, and that Hugh de Lacy--the same bold knight 'who had won all
Ireland for the English from the Shannon to the sea'--had taken this
castle from a native chieftain called Neal O'Caharney, whose family he had
slain, all save one; and then it adds: 'Sir Hugh came one day, with three
Englishmen, that he might show them the castle, when there came to him a
youth of the men of Meath--a certain Gilla Naher O'Mahey, foster-brother
of O'Caharney himself--with his battle-axe concealed beneath his cloak,
and while De Lacy was reading the petition he gave him, he dealt him such
a blow that his head flew off many yards away, both head and body being
afterwards buried in the ditch of the castle.'
The annals of Kilronan further relate that the O'Caharneys became adherents
of the English--dropping their Irish designation, and calling themselves
Kearney; and in this way were restored to a part of the lands and the
castle of Kilgobbin--'by favour of which act of grace,' says the chronicle,
'they were bound to raise a becoming monument over the brave knight, Hugh
de Lacy, whom their kinsman had so treacherously slain; but they did no
more of this than one large stone of granite, and no inscription thereon:
thus showing that at all times, and with all men, the O'Caharneys were
false knaves and untrue to their word.'
In later times, again, the Kearneys returned to the old faith of their
fathers and followed the fortunes of King James; one of them, Michael
O'Kearney, having acted as aide-de-camp at the 'Boyne,' and conducted the
king to Kilgobbin, where he passed the night after the defeat, and, as the
tradition records, held a court the next morning, at which he thanked the
owner of the castle for his hospitality, and created him on the spot a
viscount by the style and title of Lord Kilgobbin.
A new fictional favorite describing my ansestoral home:
CHAPTER I
KILGOBBIN CASTLE
Some one has said that almost all that Ireland possesses of picturesque
beauty is to be found on, or in the immediate neighbourhood of, the
seaboard; and if we except some brief patches of river scenery on the Nore
and the Blackwater, and a part of Lough Erne, the assertion is not devoid
of truth. The dreary expanse called the Bog of Allen, which occupies a
tableland in the centre of the island, stretches away for miles--flat,
sad-coloured, and monotonous, fissured in every direction by channels of
dark-tinted water, in which the very fish take the same sad colour. This
tract is almost without trace of habitation, save where, at distant
intervals, utter destitution has raised a mud-hovel, undistinguishable from
the hillocks of turf around it.
Fringing this broad waste, little patches of cultivation are to be seen:
small potato-gardens, as they are called, or a few roods of oats, green
even in the late autumn; but, strangely enough, with nothing to show
where the humble tiller of the soil is living, nor, often, any visible
road to these isolated spots of culture. Gradually, however--but very
gradually--the prospect brightens. Fields with inclosures, and a cabin or
two, are to be met with; a solitary tree, generally an ash, will be seen;
some rude instrument of husbandry, or an ***-cart, will show that we are
emerging from the region of complete destitution and approaching a land of
at least struggling civilisation. At last, and by a transition that is not
always easy to mark, the scene glides into those rich pasture-lands and
well-tilled farms that form the wealth of the midland counties. Gentlemen's
seats and waving plantations succeed, and we are in a country of comfort
and abundance.
On this border-land between fertility and destitution, and on a tract which
had probably once been part of the Bog itself, there stood--there stands
still--a short, square tower, battlemented at top, and surmounted with a
pointed roof, which seems to grow out of a cluster of farm-buildings, so
surrounded is its base by roofs of thatch and slates. Incongruous, vulgar,
and ugly in every way, the old keep appears to look down on them--time-worn
and battered as it is--as might a reduced gentleman regard the unworthy
associates with which an altered fortune had linked him. This is all that
remains of Kilgobbin Castle.
In the guidebooks we read that it was once a place of strength and
importance, and that Hugh de Lacy--the same bold knight 'who had won all
Ireland for the English from the Shannon to the sea'--had taken this
castle from a native chieftain called Neal O'Caharney, whose family he had
slain, all save one; and then it adds: 'Sir Hugh came one day, with three
Englishmen, that he might show them the castle, when there came to him a
youth of the men of Meath--a certain Gilla Naher O'Mahey, foster-brother
of O'Caharney himself--with his battle-axe concealed beneath his cloak,
and while De Lacy was reading the petition he gave him, he dealt him such
a blow that his head flew off many yards away, both head and body being
afterwards buried in the ditch of the castle.'
The annals of Kilronan further relate that the O'Caharneys became adherents
of the English--dropping their Irish designation, and calling themselves
Kearney; and in this way were restored to a part of the lands and the
castle of Kilgobbin--'by favour of which act of grace,' says the chronicle,
'they were bound to raise a becoming monument over the brave knight, Hugh
de Lacy, whom their kinsman had so treacherously slain; but they did no
more of this than one large stone of granite, and no inscription thereon:
thus showing that at all times, and with all men, the O'Caharneys were
false knaves and untrue to their word.'
In later times, again, the Kearneys returned to the old faith of their
fathers and followed the fortunes of King James; one of them, Michael
O'Kearney, having acted as aide-de-camp at the 'Boyne,' and conducted the
king to Kilgobbin, where he passed the night after the defeat, and, as the
tradition records, held a court the next morning, at which he thanked the
owner of the castle for his hospitality, and created him on the spot a
viscount by the style and title of Lord Kilgobbin.
Rack Em
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