Cute Site…

Not much to it, but I happened to stumble upon www.wherethehellismatt.com about 6 months ago. It’s pretty much a guy that travels around the world and dances (badly,  but charmingly) amidst and in front of well known landmarks and places around the globe. Read his story, because how/why he began this is as fascinating as the feats themselves. There were two trips. One he funded, the second one was sponsored. BTW, I personally found out (at Matt’s urging) that Stride really is LONG-LASTING gum.  Anyway… The site gave me a warm feeling and I’m hoping it does the same for you. Enjoy.

And Another Thing…

I just realized I spent a post yammering on about dead squirrels. Here’s some more substance:

Have I ever mentioned that for the last 15 years or so I’ve bought my gas and made sure that the sale total’s “cents” amount is equally divisible by the number in the “dollar” amount? Like, $21.42… Or $23.23, which happens to be a favorite of mine.

Maybe I should go back to those squirrels.

No I’m not drinking.

Georgia Squirrels Are Slow

I’m convinced they are. By slow I don’t just mean lacking speed, but lacking that “Spidey Sense” instinct that all squirrels are supposed to have that sends them scampering up the nearest tree at the smallest inkling of danger. We moved from Florida ’bout 3 years ago and ever since then any trip to anywhere, anytime results in seeing s ‘critter carnage’ of some kind. I had *never* seen this many dead squirrels in the roadways in Florida. Not that I was counting, but I can assure you that their safety record was much better than here. Heck, in Florida they do tricks! Look at that wire-walking squirrel 30 feet above the roadway! Ah, yes… Then the kids would laugh… But here it’s just sad. There’s never any blood. Just a squirrel laying on its back, mouth ajar, as if it just went to sleep out on the beach. Like an old man at the beach. Y’know, that old man in the Speedo that was as hairy as a squirrel? Yup, that guy. I expect my car to pass, and from the rearview mirror, see them get up, shake their head wildly as they got their bearings back and continue on their merry nut-collecting. No blood means they just got the crap knocked out of them. Mid-leap and *POW*! Are they more laid back here? Do squirrel agility classes have a waiting list in Georgia? I really don’t think this deeply about it. I promise.

So The Waffle House Opened…

Okay… I don’t know where to start.

I haven’t updated my blog in like, 9 months.

At some point it became a ‘reverse streak’ of sorts. In the beginning I’d say, ” I need to update my blog today. “ and somehow that became ” I haven’t updated my blog in 2 weeks. “, which then turned into ” Man, it’s been a month since I updated! “, which morphed into ” Gosh, I suck as a blogger. ” That soon became ” Marti, what’s my password? “

So after a while I figured, ” I haven’t updated that thing in 4 months… There’s no way I can start now. I’ve got a good streak goin’!” Like to update now would throw everyone off. It would somehow disrupt the space-time continuum. Or like they say in show business, leave ‘em wanting more. Going out on top… Like Tiger Woods winning one event and calling it quits. Or like a season premiere/finale all in one. Several other one hit wonders come to mind… Kajagoogoo, Dexy’s Midnight Runners, et al. Ah, yes… The Gerardo of blogging. But with looser pants, shorter hair, a minivan and less cheese.

So to be informational, I give my highlights of the last 9 months. Wait! Come back! Sadly, it’s a short read.

So yes, the Waffle House opened. I’ve eaten there… a dozen times or so. They take credit cards now, BTW. No more mad dash to the villainous ATM to squeeze a few skins out for the ‘House. Da ‘House taketh the plastique!

I turned 34. Treinta Cuatro. Talked off of ledge. Nah, I’m cool with it. After all, it was 8 months ago, silly.

Let the aforementioned snake go. He wouldn’t eat again.

Marti and I celebrated 8 years of wedded bliss. I can’t remember what we did to commemorate it. I think we went to AquaTerra. Look it up. It’s our friend’s place in downtown Buford. Maybe this mention will earn me a free appetizer.

The little girl started Pre-K. Who knew that a state mandate would save us so much a month in day care costs? The boys come home after school. Which reminds me… We need to get a good doormat at the back door. You wouldn’t believe the crap tracked in when we’re not here to tell them to wipe their feet.

The NFL season started. I told Marti and the kids I’d see them in about 5 months. My Bucs had a 4-12 season. I know you don’t care. Given the record, I barely do.

Went to a Hootie concert at Chastain Park Amphitheatre. (We’re up to August, now) Loved it. I’ll say it. Loved it from start to finish. Unabashedly, admittingly a fan of ‘em. I’ll say it in a crowded room. Got a cute pic of wifey and I at the show, too. The place is awesome. Aisles wide enough to set up tables and picnic during the show. People go all out at Chastain. Tablecloths, chafing dishes & candles and the sort. It’s like a competition. ” My makeshift dining table is nicer and more elegant than yours. “ The only annoying thing is to watch your neighbor re-light their candles 1,523 times during an outdoor concert.

Dressed up as Harry Potter for Halloween. Marti was Hermione. It was either that, or the Chick-Fil-A “Eat Mor Chikin” cows. Wingardium Leviosa it is!

Goo Goo Dolls. Seventh row.

Left job in November. Just in time to miss Black Friday. Whew! Started new job with upstart Ashley Furniture licensee owned by a guy I go to church with. Incredible organization with incredible vision and purpose. Yeah, we sell furniture, but it’s about being impactful in every sense of the word. We could be doing anything and we’d be changing lives with the values we hold dear. God led me there, I believe. What an awesome change for my family and me. There really are jobs in retail management that don’t require 12-hour days, 55 hours a week, AND your soul.

Built a MySpace page. Yes, something else to not update.

Boys started basketball. Cam hit 4 shots all season and beams when he says it. Jordan hit none, but leaves every game sweating, smiling and proud, win or lose. That’s why we play, isn’t it? We did learn the importance of practice. Something to build on. BTW, how freakin’ big are they making 9-10 year olds nowadays? Some opposing kid jumped up and his own car keys fell out of his shorts.

Found/kept yet another snake from the yard.

Christmas. Normal one for a change. (See ‘new job’ comments above) Got a trampoline for the kids. You’ve probably already read Marti’s blog entry about it. She beat me to that news. That’s what I get for not updating.

Let 2nd snake loose in yard. I swear that these things eat in captivity, kids. They really do.

Went to circus. Oh yeah, she beat me to that too…

Which brings us to now. Saturday morning in front of my favorite window, with a cup of coffee.

Now I’m good. See you in 9 months. Just kidding.

Maybe I’ll update again tomorrow. Come back to see.