This will bring a smile to your face

My dear wife, who hates wasting time in any way at all, has found joy in this little goodie. She keeps it open on her desk top and refers to it a few times a day. It is that good.

Enjoy!

This Hurts...Oh How This Hurts

It's gotten so bad for him apparently that Sly Stallone, at 59, is starring in Rocky VI. This is a sad, sad day.

Lookin' for a new team...

Didn't I write this just last October???

Those (stinkin') Braves have (again) ripped my (aching) heart out. When will I learn? I'm like the girlfriend that keeps getting slapped around by her man but just won't leave him. I just keep coming back for more. How to make it stop? Sweet talking my man won't work. He don't listen no way. Ignoring him won't do it either. He really don't need my attention. Walking away and finding another man? Maybe but who to choose? Where else can I be guaranteed a post season trip every year? Pittsburgh ain't gonna give me that for a decade to come. Washington has no history, Philly is...well, Philly. Florida has no draw at all as the New York of the south. The Mets overspend and underdeliver year after year after year. And on and on and on it goes. I'm committed to the NL but I can't be a West Coast guy. Even the Central is a bit far away plus I'm a lifetime "sworn to hate the Reds" man. Houston is a great pick but I'm not just gotta hop on the wagon for a fun ride. Bagwell is done, Biggio is next, Clemens can't go on forever (can he?) and those young stars will leave (see Carlos Beltran for proof). The Cubs would give me more grief than Atlanta does. St. Louis is the same as Houston though times 100. I'm definitely an eastern leaner when it comes to pro sports. What to do? Good news is I have all October, November, December, January and the first 12 days of February to decide. Stay tuned cause something has gotta change and, for once, I just might have the courage to do it...

Lots of Oops - Only Two Ops

I was listening to a sermon by a music pastor this morning who made this comment: At the end of life, there's really only two things that we will be able say. They are "I wish I woulda" or "I'm glad I did".

I'm nearly 37, largely clueless on many things, have made more mistakes than I care to count BUT, so far, I'm definitely living an "I'm glad I did" life.

Now, back to my life...

Old Pictures, New Quotes, Same Laughs

I recently stumbled across a rather large box (think my shoe size) of pictures as far back as my grandfather as a child to my dad as a child to me as a child. There are some very funny and very moving pictures of my past and my family's past. I've been weepy all day today thinking about dad who passed away 9 months ago. I also have laughed to the point of tears (same destination - tears - but many ways to get there) at some of the pictures of me as a young 'un. Most disturbing was my hair and the fact that I am at wearing a UGA jersey. If I can figure out how to post pictures, I'll share on particular picture which pretty much assures I won't sleep tonight. How did my parents even let me out of the house looking like that? Man, I'm bordering on bitter here.

Anyway, it was a very reflective weekend about my home. I like that. I have a family I'm quite proud of and it is great to see from where we have all come.