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I almost forgot to post the most exciting event of this past weekend. A special “Thank you!” to Eron for reminding me.

While at my birthday party, a weird thing happened. We were down by the Concho River, just enjoying some hamburgers, hot dogs, cake, and Hot Tamales, when out of nowhere we hear a splash! For any of you that aren’t familiar with San Angelo and its infamous Concho River, its not the most inviting body of water to ever exist. In fact, I probably wouldn’t recommend that anyone even touching the near cespool-quality stuff.

Curiosity got the best of us. What we saw was insane!

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A real, live river crossing! That’s right! Before our very eyes, we were seeing what has been occurring for years about 200 miles south of San Angelo. Only it wasn’t the Rio Grande. And he is already an American citizen. And he speaks only English.

Nevertheless, the young man was so excited about finally reaching the shore that we could not bear to tell him that he had merely swam in the Concho River. Not to be rude hosts, we presented him with a fine football to introduce him to a real sport, as well as a wife to aide him in obtaining the ever-elusive green card!

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Good deed for the year: Complete!

So its been a while since I last posted, and by a while, I mean about a week. Seems like it has been alot longer with all that has happened. Without giving too many details, this is my week in review:

1. Took pictures with Laura.2594
2. Went on our annual trip to Lake Amistad.3059
3. Turned 25. (A special “Thank You” to the best fiance ever, who threw me my first ever surprise birthday party!)2987

May not sound busy, but it kinda was. Either that or my age is starting to show and I just exaggerate everything. (Think: When I was your age, I had to walk uphill to school both ways, in the snow, barefooted, etc.)

I’m sure I will post something else soon, but until then, enjoy the pictures!

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Seeing as Val has decided to exclude me from his golf team, work has begun on forming up my very own Cozart Golf Team. I’m not sure that I like that name quite yet, but it will have to do until a better name can be thought up. Suggestions are welcome, but probably won’t be considered. Meet the first three members:

Duane:

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Darci:

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And me:

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Applications for new team members are being taken as we speak. Please include any experience that you may have with the game of golf, a 2000 word essay on why we should accept you, your thoughts on Granny Cozart’s Chocolate Cake, and a personal picture. (We don’t accept just anyone you know.)
We are an unequal oppurtunity team: If you can’t carry my clubs, you can’t be on the team.

Finally it has been captured in all of its glory!

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Trust me, my spy skills were put to the test in order to get this picture of Duane’s scar without him knowing. But have no fear, no animals were hurt in the process.

I hope everyone is in a seated position when they read this post. Because trust me, its BIG! Now I’m not talking “Mr. Matthews” posting big, but imagine that times like 100 or something! Yeah, its that insane.

I’m not sure if anyone has noticed, but I have been given the title “#1 Spy Nephew.” Not wanting to be one to disappoint, I have put said spy skills to use and have come up with something that will hopefully take cozart.org to a whole new level! Now I can’t be real specific in how I obtained this gem, as it would cause me to lose my life in a matter of minutes, but let me just say that it took some McGyver-esque usage of duct tape, magic marker fumes, some enamel, a Chuck Norris chest hair, and one well placed camera. Is the suspense killing you yet?

Well, without further ado, may I present the man, the myth, the legend!:

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TANO!!! (Proudly accompanied by Jess Stephens).

(Again, I can’t be specific, but it is only because of the Chuck Norris chest hair that this picture was even possible. Without it, all hope in finding Tano alive would have been lost.)

I am not at liberty to say where this picture was taken, who it was taken by, or any other juicy details like that, but I can say that Tano is alive (Obviously.), has reproduced, and is gainfully employed. Yet another Klondike success story!

You know, you would expect that after building up the candy machine man that he would be on top of his game when it came to filling up the machine, but alas, it appears that the gentleman that fills up the machine here on the secretive 3rd floor does not respond to encouragement. In fact, its as if encouragement actually hurts his performance. Let me explain…

So this morning, I am hungry (yet again!), and of course I didn’t eat breakfast before I left the house. (Any volunteers to come over and cook me breakfast in the mornings?) So of course, I walk to the faithful candy machine, to obtain those irresistable white donuts that were recently a topic of discussion here on cozart.org. I remembered seeing the candy machine guy yesterday doing his duty, so I figured there were going to be two fresh rows of donuts, but (I hope everyone is sitting down, because this is quite horrifying…) low and behold there was one package left! Thats right! The candy machine guy didn’t even bother adding more white donuts to the machine! What in the world is he thinking? Instead he put in a row of cinnamon rolls and something else that I can’t even remember.

Now I’m not knocking the cinnamon rolls, because they are something to behold, but they can’t hold their weight when compared to the white donuts.

Anyways, I faced a dilemma: Should I buy the last pack of white donuts or leave them for someone else? Pffft. Tough choice! Of course I bought them. And boy were they good!

Poor show Mr. Candy Machine Guy, poor show indeed.