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Thursday, March 31, 2005
Ok, so today has been a major news day due to Terri Shiavo finally passing. She put up one hell of a fight for a person who, regardless of what you believe, hasn't walked, formed a sentence, been outside, and didn't really even know what state she was in for 15 years. 15 whole years. Most of us can't go 15 minutes without walking, talking, moving, or munching on something. She held out for 15 years and then put up a 13 day fight without food or water.

No matter what, it was nothing short of amazing.

However, it made me think of a couple of things. I don't want to debate who was right or wrong. I'm just going to present the facts, ask a question or two for you to ponder on, and close out the blog.

Here are the facts:

1. A woman was starved to death.
2. No one was sure if that was her wish.
3. She has (had) broken bones with no background on how they happened.
4. Her "husband" has a common law wife, 2 kids, and a life insurance policy he just received.
5. An autopsy will show NO EVIDENCE of a persistant vegetative state, but it could possibly show abuse.

Here are the questions:

1. Where do we go from here?
2. Does this precedent become a "living will" issue or a "quality of life issue?"
3. How can we place governmental checks on Judges with agendas?

And here are my final thoughts:

I was listening to Glenn Beck today when I heard about Terri's passing. I'm not emotionally tied to the case in any way other than making sure someone wasn't starved to death without specifically asking for that to happen. With a sample of Glenn's thoughts, I dove into a thought process that sent my mind into a blaze. I instantly grabbed my phone and here's what I said word for word in my recorder so I'd remember it tonight to put it in my blog:

"Our own arrogance sometimes clouds our eyes and our thoughts like a summer storm rolling in. You can see it. You can see the lightening and you're mesmorized by it and you sit and then when it gets there, it just is not as captivating as it was when it was in the distance. And our own arrogance does that. We see it in other people until we become innundated with it that we think of it as just another situation.

Sometimes in our life, our purpose isn't served until we die. Sometimes our purpose is death, and the lessons it can teach. And I point to Randy Whiddon* and how his life was amazing and we took it for granted until his life was gone. And every time I go to drive without my seatbelt and I recognize that and I think to myself 'oh I don't need to wear it' I think of Randy. And I think he even WAS wearing his seatbelt, but I still think of Randy. His purpose was served when he passed away. That's what happened with Terri Shiavo.

Now we must check those we that lend power to. We must give a gut check to the people that have the power but they ONLY have the power because it's on lease from us. Her purpose wasn't living in a vegetative state or not. Her purpose was dying in a whirlwind of arrogance."

What I was commenting on there was out of control judges and politicians pulling and tugging because of the former's arrogance with power and the latter's need for future votes. Somewhere along the line, Terri served her purpose by giving the common man a gut check. The question I posed was "what happens next?" The answer I have for that is simple...

We bury Terri Shiavo and pray this doesn't happen again.

*Randy Whiddon was a friend of mine from middle school until his passing my 1st senior year at Georgia. He was literally the kind of person we all strive to be. You know, the kind that brings joy to anyone's life.

I’ve noticed my blogs tend to be a little deep and thought provoking at times (not necessarily thought provoking for you, just for me when I read them for a second time). There’s a reason for that I believe. I think that lately I’ve been in a funk. In fact, I know I have. Tonight I’ve figured out why and now I’m sharing it with you.

To give you a little background on why I believe I’m about to write some relevant shit in this blog, I’ll point you to earlier tonight when I was watching House. I’d hate to admit that I got a creative jive from a show about a doctor who is constantly cynical and sarcastic, and three younger doctors who bicker about like three little kittens shooting for the only two nipples left to drink from, but I did. The opening scene of tonight’s episode is what did it. There was this little girl, 10 years old and obese and she was lying to her mom about being sick because the kids were making fun of her and she had no friends.

Seriously, that’s all there was and it opened flood gates.

I have always been a big kid. There was a time in my life where I was relatively average bodied but I have NEVER been skinny. Maybe when I was super young, but ever since I started eating on my own, I’ve been fat. Now was I ever the kid that was picked on because of my weight? Nope. Was I made fun of because I was a little bigger than everyone else was? Sometimes. Did this mild teasing send me into the state of depression that this little girl was feeling? Not as severe, but I was depressed at an unhealthy level when I was in 6th grade.

So even though I’m still a big guy and with no end to that in the near future, am I bitching about my weight? ABSOLUTELY NOT.

What I want to bring to your attention today is your past. Mine is not without tarnishes, bumps, bruises, and shortcomings. I’ve been called egotistical, crazy, overbearing, lazy, and my personal favorite, conceited. What I’d be conceited about, I still don’t know, but it’s my favorite. The reason I choose to bring your past up is because we have all made mistakes and we all have our demons that we fight subconsciously through our dreams and goals that we set in our personal lives.

Have you ever noticed the traits in people are the exact opposites of the flaws they encounter? Bullies are self-conscious. Those that crave spotlight are afraid of drifting into normalcy (that’s me for those scoring at home). Those that are shy are sometimes that way because of a brief moment in their lives where they gave it their all and failed.

Which kid were you?

And now the more important question: How are you making not only your life better because of it, but other’s lives as well?

The purpose of this blog today was not to talk about my life and my shortcomings. It was to vent about the negativity I’ve been faced with as of late and what I’m going to do about it. To be honest, this is the hardest year I’ve ever faced. I still love Courtney. I don’t desire to ever be with her again, but I still love her and I don’t know if that’s ever going to go away. I’m tired of hating my job, but to be fair it’s gotten better lately. I didn’t get the job in Atlanta so I’m a little frustrated about that. I’m poor. My social life is in north Georgia, etc. etc. etc.

Nevertheless, I’m so tired of waking up each morning and only wanting to go back to bed. Therefore, I’m going to change it.

Tomorrow I’m going to be the person I used to be and I’m going to do it with optimism. I encourage all of you to do the same. What I am asking of each pair of eyes that read these words is this: Tomorrow, be good to your fellow man. It may sound really simple but it’s something we all forget on a daily basis.

Here’s an example. When was the last time you called a grocery bagger by their name? If you’re anything like me, you haven’t hardly ever. But try it. Read their nametag and when you pay, say “Thanks (insert name here).” You know what they’ll do? Look at you as if you’ve lost your mind. Then they’ll smile and say “You too” and for a moment, you’ve made their day because you made their work worthwhile.

For a moment, step outside of your shortcomings and step inside to the person you’d like to be. I’m the biggest work in progress God has ever created, but I AM working, which is what’s important I guess. And speaking of God, when was the last time you two have spoken? If you don’t believe in God, it can’t hurt and if you do believe in God, it can only help. Maybe now’s a good time to reevaluate.

I love all of you. I truly do. I hope and pray that every day gets a little better but I mainly sit back and enjoy the life I have. It is stressful but I’m not special. Everyone’s life is stressful as hell. I have a co-worker who was just diagnosed with breast cancer. She keeps all her medical files in a box she calls “The Bump in the Road” box.

So when your bump in the road occurs, how will you react? They say the only thing constant is change and for the first time I’m truly welcoming tomorrow. We all share this world together. We all bleed red blood and we all breathe the same oxygen. In a world full of “not my fault” syndrome, let’s take a little responsibility to make someone else’s day great. Just like a chain, we’re only as strong as our weakest link. Don’t let your fellow man down and I promise someone else will reinforce your link when the time comes.

Until next time kids, be careful and may God bless you all.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005
So I called in to Bill O'Reilly's show today and got through. Second time for that. Apparently I have a knack (and a pretty disgusting habit) of calling syndicated radio shows and airing my opinions. I've called Glenn Beck twice and O'Reilly twice and haven't made an ass of myself yet. In fact, today Bill (we're on a first name basis now) sent me an Equifax Credit Watch membership because I made a good point. It was all based on Terri Shiavo and the moral vs. legal debate the country is going through.

I hate it for the woman. I really do. My morals and spider senses FREAK out when I hear the name Michael Shiavo. The truth is, I don't want to undermine the courts, no matter how wrong they are. Once we set a precedent of undermining legal authority, we set ourselves up for failure. Of course, this precedent of starving people to death could lead to ANYONE with some type of minimal conciousness being starved as well. In fact, there's a woman in Philadelphia trying to get her husband's (72 with Alzheimer's) feeding tube replaced as well. The key there is that he had a living well stating his wishes. Honestly, I've started to think about who would get what if I were to die.

First of all if I have any brain function, DO NOT STARVE ME. I give my parents and Jeb full authority to shoot me with enough morphine to kill me dead, but damn, don't let me just starve to death.

And my list of what people get:

Jeb: My bar. He needs to know the basics. When we won the lottery we were going to open a bar in Athens (even if it failed) and hire all our friends. He also gets the Playstation and my furniture. If the boy didn't live by the bare necessities he wouldn't need shit. But if I didn't give it to him, he'd sit on the fuckin floor for the rest of his life. Give him my movie collection and DVD player too.

Jonathan: My Entertainment Center and surround sound. He can't afford a good one so he needs that.

Jud: He gets my computer by ONLY if he takes and COMPLETES a course on Windows, computer basics, and the Microsoft Suite. My computer is too good for him to not know what the fuck he's doing. I guess that means he gets my desk too.

Dexter: He gets all of my Phi Mu Alpha related material. I know he'd take good care of it.

Amos: He gets my trumpet. I had too much fun my senior year (all both of them) marching right near him to not keep that memory alive.

Dwight Satterwhite: He gets my middle finger. I always wanted to give it to him anyway.

Jeremy Worley: He gets the bottle of Maker's Mark that's sitting on my fridge. It's the one double-dipped in red and black.

[NAME REDACTED]: He gets my Jack Daniel's tin that's on my fridge. Joe Boyles gave me that tin for my birthday when he was pledging but I can't think of anyone more fitting to give JD to than [NAME REDACTED]. He bought me my first Jack and Coke and thus started my liver disease. I owe him big for that. And also someone cut [NAME REDACTED] a check for $200. That will cover the two handles of Jack that I probably owe him because I was always chiefing his.

Courtney Hurt: Now I know many of you are surprised I'd even mention her name but she deserves the scrapbook she made me for my birthday. Honestly, it was the best gift anyone's ever given me. Just reminds me of better times. Maybe it would for her too.

Courtney Philips: There are some stuffed squirrels in Perry that she gave me one time. I'd like for her to have those back. Also give her a stuffed bunny. I don't have one here, but if I did, I'd give it to her.

Stacy Gray: She gets all of my beads. If I have a bead it's hers. She deserves them.

Erin McCoy: She gets the yearbook page she wrote for me in my senior yearbook. It's one of the nicest things anyone's said to me. Sometimes when things get bad, I read it just to feel better.

Joe Boyles: For being a kickass little brother he gets my Phi Mu Alpha Pilsner. Amos has it and NEEDS to give it back to me ASAP.

Jarrod Miller: He gets my copy of NCAA Football 2005 since he beat me 2 out of 3 the last time I saw him.

Dana and Miranda: Both of those two get my plates and dishes and stuff. Since they're getting married and doing the real-world thing, they need them.

Wesley Peper: For being one of my two best friends in Savannah, Wes gets my Bulldog painting that's on my wall. He'd appreciate it just as much as I do.

Paige Richter: Since I don't have one, I need someone to go buy a tiara and give that to her. She is the princess and probably the person I'm closest to down here. Even though she's moving in mid-April.

Ok I think I'm done for right now. I'll think of more as it comes to me and add them accordingly. Have fun people and WRITE YOUR LIVING WILLS!


P.S.--If I missed anything you might want, let me know in the comments part and I'll seriously consider it.

"It's not about left and right. It's about right and wrong." ~~ Glenn Beck

Pay attention to the headline of today's blog. That's exactly what I plan to do. Instead of airing out any kind of rational predetermined thought process, I decided I'd just write without purpose or direction. I went and read what I wrote last night and for some reason, I REALLY liked it. If y'all hated it then I hate it for ya, but damn I really liked it. That's the way my mind random thoughts and recollections that eventually form my day.

Not much happened today. I worked, came home, ate (probably a little too much for my diet) and I'm in the process of drinking my last Corona after watching a lackluster 24.

Speaking of 24, I love the show. I mean I really love the show but ever since the network ratings sweeps have been over, both 24 and The O.C. have kind of fell off the map as far as intriguing storylines. I got a feeling that 24 is going to pick up soon. Since it's a non-stop season, please believe they're about to really throw the thing into overdrive. As far as The O.C. is concerned, I expect about a huge surprise and then a month break to really drive interest in it before the season ends.

And now that I've proven my complete non-gay love for The O.C. let me make one thing abundantly clear. The O.C. is a wonderful show and I love to watch it, but the MUSIC in that show is phenomenal. I mean really. Whoever picks the tunes to match the moods of that show just rock my face off.

By the way, in case you haven't noticed, I think I'm going to open each blog with some type of quote that I find relevant. What it will be relevant to, I'm not quite sure yet, but it'll serve some purpose I'm sure. Hopefully it won't be some kind of cheesy quote that you'll find in some AOL Instant Messenger profile, but a much less celebrated quote, lodged in obscurity.

"Lodged in obscurity"...good line.

Anyway, I thought I'd take a minute or two to weigh in on Terri Shiavo. There are two ways to look at this story, morally and legally. I have weighed in on the moral side of things which is VERY biased towards Terri. If you read the facts of the case and the testimony of her husband, it paints a shady picture for a man who supposedly "loves" his wife enough to starve her to death. However, legally, I'm not sure that what Congress has done by creating a seperate law just for Terri is actually constitutional. I'm not sure where it's at but I heard on one of my news shows today that there is a part of the Constitution that limits Congress from making a law that is relevant to one person. If anyone reads this and knows what I'm talking about, please feel free to put me in my place.

The problem I have with the Terri Shiavo case is how her husband has acted. Had he not been the shady worthless man that he is, I would take his word and probably agree that Terri should pass. However, once I watched videos from and saw her responding and obviously not being the vegetable that they claim for her to be and THEN finding out the FACTS of her "husband's" actions, I'm all for Congress saving her until a federal court can make an honest ruling. Just keep in mind kids that politics are ruining our world. It's a known fact that Michael Shiavo has donated to Judge Greer (the man that has sentenced Terri to starve to death repeatedly) and his campaign.

Whatever your stance is on this situation, just make sure it's well researched and based in fact. This isn't the election. My tolerance for propaganda has drifted to zero.

Anyway, thoughts and comments on any social issue are more than welcome here. I'm become somewhat of a newstalk junkie and if my stint in Savannah is long enough, there has been talk of me getting my own radio show. It'd mainly be to talk about sports but to be honest, I'd like to mold it into kind of a man-based show with average guy opinions. Too often are we innundated with radio show hosts trying to one-up each other by playing grab-ass in the game of "who's the smartest." What they lose site of is the average person who wants to hear views from someone just like them. Which is the main reason I must say that Glenn Beck is the BEST program on radio and/or TV right now. If you have no idea who I'm talking about, go to and find an affiliate near you. Listen for one week and I promise you'll love him.

*For those in Atlanta, WGST just dropped Glenn from their lineup but I'm positive someone will snatch him up soon. He's just too good to miss*

Ok, I think I'm done for the night. However, here's a homework assignment for you all. Tomorrow or the next day, find a person and strike up a conversation with them. Consider it a little experiment and a gauge on society. Then report back if you don't mind. I'd like to hear how it went.

Be safe.

Sunday, March 20, 2005
"Some day you will find me caught beneath the landslide.
In a Champagne Supernova in the sky..."

The Blog has served it's purpose. Not only are people reading what I write but they're reacting to it. I've had two friends start blogs just because of what they've read here. Not because it inspired them in any sort of way, but more because I have not found a better way to release frustrations in such a constructive manner.

I occassionaly ramble (actually I do it all the time) and it's nice to put it in a forum that makes people think. I'm not out to change the world or anything like that but it sure is nice to do something that encourages others to join along. For that, I must thank Rusty, [NAME REDACTED] and everyone else who has a blog and let me see how it can help.

By the way, I don't know why I put Oasis' tune at the beginning. I was listening to it and it released a creative juice that I felt the need to tap into. I tapped and as I suspected, nothing is flowing but damn is it nice to just type the words that creep into my brain piece by piece. Eventually I'll get done and realize I've just put together thoughts and sentences in a mosiac of randomness.

On a lighter note, I love Corona.

I didn't realized I liked it so much until I bought a 12 pack and a bottle of lime juice the other night when I was hanging out with some friends. I proceeded to drink it for a solid amount of time and woke up the next day with a slight hangover, but definitely easier than a whiskey hangover.

Anyway, it's a good beer.

However, on the point of Oasis, let's bring up Alanis Morrisette. Both are great acts with their own "before their time" approach to music but really haven't done much since exploding on the scene years ago. For Oasis, it was bitter rivalry, for Alanis it seemed to be one of those cases to where fame just wasn't where she wanted to be. I'd encourage anyone to look at some of the lyrics of their early stuff and just read what they're saying...especially Champagne Supernova. Good song. Wonderwall is awesome too, even though Ryan Adams (not the Canadian, that's Bryan Adams) did Wonderwall better I think.

I got into a discussion with a girl named "Kat" last Thursday and we just talked music. You'd be amazed as to how big of a role music plays in the compatibility of people. Generally, people put a great emphasis on their type of music and it's role in choosing a suitable significant other. I just found that part interesting...I've never really thought about that before.

Before I close out this little rambling of words, thoughts and sentences, I'd just like to say thanks to those folks that post feedback and especially my friend Dana who wrote me a nice e-mail of encouragement. Things aren't incredible but they're a lot better right now and I don't owe that to any of my own actions. It all comes from my friends pushing me along. I really am truly blessed to have each of you in my life.

Thanks again.

"Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you when we were getting high?"

Thursday, March 17, 2005
I really can't wait to post a blog that's not ranting and raving about something, someone or my job. That should let you know how much bad luck I'm having lately though. It seems like weeks upon weeks pass and all I ever seem to end up with is being pissed off and broke.

So tomorrow is St. Pats (I guess I should say today since it's now officially March 17). I'm going to go down to River Street for a while. Jonathan was supposed to come but he backed out on me and I'm super pissed at him for it. I'm not surprised but at the same time I really am. It got me thinking about my friends though. I have one close friend that I know I can consistently count on in the clutch and that's Jeb. No offense to anyone else and I know there are plenty of you guys out there that have been great friends to me, but I mean as of late. I've been down here since last May and Jeb has been the one guy I didn't have to beg to get down here. Hell Jud hasn't even made it down yet.

So yeah, Jonathan backed out. He said it was to spend time with his dad but I think there's another reason. I can't be sure but I think he passed up on chilling out to spend time with a girl. To most people that wouldn't be that big of a deal, but to me, who was hoping to see a good friend after a few months of pure shit, it meant a lot. And to be lied to (even though I can't prove it right now) and then thrown to the side for some ass, that's just shitty. I even thought Jonathan was above that one.


So what's the next step? I really feel like this could be a turning point for me. Maybe it's time to take a hold of that dream of studying overseas for a while. I could use my UGA connection to get my masters in advertising/public relations at Oxford. I always wanted to study abroad. Or perhaps it's time to cut bait and just go. I've been thinking that maybe the answer to my problem isn't the fact that I'm so far away from the people I care about, maybe it's that I'm stuck in a big life change. It's kind of like the change you make from High School to College Life. When you graduate, you tell everyone you'll keep in touch and blah blah blah, and you do for about a month. Then you never do again and eventually people get forgotten. Maybe that's what's happening to me. I keep grasping on to a life that essentially doesn't exist anymore. Since I've become single and stopped marching, I found out how good and easy I had it. Now I've got another challenge to face and it's a tougher one. Now's the challenge of finding a good girl, finding a great career and settling down.

That's a lot tougher than organizing a keg party and making sure we have enough cups...

I don't know. All I know is that I have tomorrow (today) off and I plan on sleeping in. Whether or not I actually go to River Street is irrelevant. What's important is that I have a day off to just relax. I need it more than any of you could imagine.

Until next time.


Sunday, March 13, 2005
Much like yesterday, still no one kicking each other's ass and talking shit.

A few surprises around the various conferences though. Duke has earned themselves a No. 1 seed along with a shocker in Washington. Since I've entered into a friendly little pick 'em challenge with ole Russ and Company, I won't divulge into my own personal madness right now but I will soon. I will go ahead and say, though that I would be very surprised to see Washington do something with their No. 1 seed. My guess is they won't even make it to the Elite 8. Because the Pac-10 sucks, Washington cruises to the No. 1 seed, just like USC made it to the Nat'l Championship in football.

And how about Florida? They go to not beating Kentucky in ages to winning the SEC Championship and beating Kentucky 2 times within about 3 weeks. The sad news is those posers won't make it very far either. Losers.

How about them Dawgs??!!??......ok put the crickets away.

The house is clean as a whistle after I got news that Beth and Kyle will be here on Tuesday as well as my old roomate and another friend coming down on Thursday. If any of y'all want to make a last-minute run for Savannah, I'll make room.

Until next time, peas.


Saturday, March 12, 2005
First of all I apologize for airing out all my dirty laundry about my job. Shit happens, and I'm on the hunt for a new one. That's the 10 peso version you guys should have gotten the other day.

Moving on, it's Saturday and I'm stuck with no football and crappy championship games on TV. At least later today there should be some decent ones before selection Sunday tomorrow. I think UGA is gonna get a high the Oklahoma beach-front-property Bracket. I suspect their first game will be against Savannah State (the team that didn't win a game this year).

Thanks to everyone that has posted comments so far. Feedback owns. Anyway, I got my suspicions as to who "Georgiagirl" is and I think it's someone whose name rhymes with "Gellin." I could be wrong though.

Update on the diet. As of this morning I have lost 8 pounds which means I ate Krystals today for lunch. So now I'm a whopping 7 pounds less I'm sure. Fucking Weight Watchers cut my points too so now I gotta cut back even more. Just random FYI out there for you guys, every shot of whiskey is 2 points. So that means ONE drink of any regular UGA fan is probably about 4 or 5 points a piece.

I might update this once more if I think of something to write about. Maybe, maybe not. Since it's Saturday and I have no football, I might just write out every boring damn thing I did all day.

I know y'all can't wait for that shit.


Monday, March 07, 2005
Ok, if you don't want to hear me bitch, stop reading.

Here's what I'm sick and tired of:

1) Being single. Yeah sure it's my fault blah blah blah. I just hate the rut that I'm in. Thankfully I can sometimes squeeze in a good workout so that I'm so exhausted I just don't think about it. Thank God for Paige...she's the best thing I have down here, and she's probably going to move to Dallas soon.

2) My diet. I enjoy losing weight, please believe that, but damn I hate having to ration a FUCKING GRANOLA BAR. I mean holy shit. When you have to more or less "budget" a granola bar into your food for the day either you've reached a breaking point or you are barely eating anything. At least now I'm remembering that chicken is just as good as beef sometimes, but damn I miss Krystals.

3) Being sober. This goes along with the diet thing. I had TWO drinks last Tuesday and it added a full pound to me. It's probably why I'm so ill. I've had two drinks in the past three weeks. Anyone know what I'm like when I'm sober? Just read all this shit.

4) Waiting for another episode of 24. Damn I love that show and I just KNOW they're going to kill Jack Bauer off towards the end of the season. Go ahead and write it down. I'm calling it right now.

5) Being so far from Jeb. Yeah I'm well aware that's totally gay but y'all have to remember, this guy is the closest thing I have to a brother. At least when I was at college I could have snuck to Atlanta to chill or vice versa.

6) Being poor. It fucking sucks. 'Nuff said.

That's all for now. Thanks for letting me rant. It was fun.


Sunday, March 06, 2005
So here is the official first post, and even though I have a house full of no-one and my mind is as clear as [NAME REDACTED]'S glass after a Dawg win, I can't think of anything to write about...

Not much happened this weekend. Got some nice clothes from the GAP via Kaye Kitchens who was kind enough to visit for a couple of days. Apparently my style isn't as bad as I previously thought because for the past couple of shopping visits I have picked out some pretty decent clothes. Saved a little money along the way too.

Work is a bitch. I'm not the only one that thinks that because I'm sure whoever reads this and happens to be out in the "real world" will agree. It's always a bitch, no matter what industry you're in. I'm in a job I hate and love at the same time and I'm not looking or closing my ears to any opportunity. My whole experience down here in Savannah has really renewed my faith in God in a weird kind of way. You never realize how things are supposed to happen for a reason until things happen without reason. I mean the timing of my change coupled with changes in my personal life was just ridiculously bad, or good if you think about it. I mean I learned a lot about myself in that I'm a lot stronger than I thought I was. You damn right I cried a lot that first month. The craziness about it is that I never cried about the job. I loved the job since day one. I cried because work was my solstice from my personal life. Now I don't cry and I just take life as it comes. Am I overly happy? Not really, but I'm definitely not as depressed as I was, which is a vast improvement over last June and July.

The diet is rocking along pretty well. I started Valentine's Day (the date was a coincidence) and have lost 6 full pounds...probably 8 by the end of the week. The goal is to be about 30 pounds lighter by football season so I can only add 15 pounds by next December. You see, the Dawgs add more weight to my ass than having Jud jump on my back before I hop on the scale. Because of all the beer and whiskey, the metabolism slows and we hold on to that perfectly grilled filet mignon I happen to have every gameday. The best tasting one so far was when we beat the hell out of LSU this past year...that's just random FYI for those interested.

So I think that has caught everyone up pretty well. I just want to go ahead and let everyone know that I appreciate you reading my ramblings. And I'd also appreciate any feedback, positive or negative. By the way, I will be naming some of you in some of my rants. Don't be surprised by it, but you're more than welcome to be pissed off about it. I wouldn't write what I'm going to write without you pissing me off first. So, with that I'll leave one favor to ask. When I write what I'm going to write about and when your nuts get stepped on, please feel free to respond and add your side of the story, but PLEASE don't be a coward and not say who you are. Annonymous postings are for weaklings and girly-men (thanks Ah-nold). So when the time comes and you get tired of watching me speak "just to hear myself talk", by all means, add your two cents, but remember, you're money's no good here.


Saturday, March 05, 2005
Ya know, you'd think I'd have something cooler to say than, "This is my first post of many because I have all the time in the world. But I can't speak a lot right now because my mom is in town and we're going to eat lunch."

The sad news is that I don't have anything cooler to say right now so congrats. You just read the first blog.