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...and the intersection of Murfreesboro Rd. and Thompson Ln. wins "No. 1 site for car accidents in Metro Nashville." Coincidence?? I think not. When something this great happens, everyone wants a piece of the action. Finally, the happiest day of the year has come. After a whole weekend of pre-party celebrating, my big day is here, and bigger than ever. I am thirty today. It's been a long road. I thirty year road. I worked hard to get here. Survived countless potential car accidents, dodged all possible life-threatening illnesses, and legions of unknown potential mortal hazards just to be here today. Not everyone can say that. I'm not even kidding actually. I feel really blessed to have made it this far; witnessing tragedy around me, but never really coming face to face with it. I'm not really sure why I get to lead such a charmed life while the world around seems to be crumbling. All I know is I'm thankful. Details to come on why this is the B-E-S-T birthday

Seeing how this is my THIRD post of the day (thank you very much John H, and the rest of my faithless readers), I seem to be making up for lost time. Don't get too comfortable though with this burst of blogging. Just consider this the calcium deposit that finally came forth. Today I recieved a reply to an email. This is a common occurance. It should be noted, however, that I instigated the originating message on October 26, 2005. I heard a song play...something from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I think you know the one. Nothing like procrastination to make the heart grow fonder. I think I'll reply next fall. ....................::::::::::::::::::::::::::.......................... On a final note, I have been meaning to say that I resent Blogger making me log into "Old Blogger". I feel so...outdated.

"You can never have too much information." Pause to absorb the absurdity of this statement. I remorsefully checked the tivo of my brain to confirm this astounding incident. Yup. I said it. I am now on a self-imposed "speaking time-out". Somebody let me know when I can come out of the corner.

I heard this song on the radio this morning on my way to work. If you do not know that Patty Griffin is a amazing, keep reading. If you do not think that Patty Griffin is amazing, stop reading now. Heavenly Day Oh Heavenly day All the clouds blew away Got no trouble today With anyone T he smile on your face I live only to see It's enough for me baby It's enough for me Oh heavenly day Heavenly day Heavenly day Tomorrow may rain with sorrow Here's a little time we can borrow Forget all our troubles in these moments so few Oh we can right now the only thing that all that we really have to do Is have ourselves a heavenly day Lay here and watch the trees sway Oh can't see no other way No way No way Heavenly day heavenly day heavenly day No one on my shoulder Bringing me fears Got no clouds up above me Bringing me tears Got nothing to tell you I got nothing much to say Only I'm glad to be here with you On this heavenly heavenly heavenly heavenly heavenly day Oh all the tr

My Grampie would have been 90 years old today. He died about 14 years ago. Words that come to my mind when I think about him are kind, wise, and devoted. He had a sweet smile. I never saw him standing, he lived in a wheelchair my entire life. I remember finding an old photo of him once, standing next to my grandmother, who I knew to be small woman, but suprisingly became dwarfed next to his stature. I never knew until that moment how tall he was. I remember sitting on his lap eating crackerjacks in Texas. I remember sitting on the front seat console next to him while he drove his white Bonneville in California. I remember thinking he could do anything, even though he could not walk. I remember he was a great cook, and he loved oatmeal cookies and sherbert. I remember how patient he was, and how he only lost his temper with me once. I remember how much that hurt, because it only hurts when it comes from someone you love. He was a fireman. He was a painter. He was a soldier in World War

I was remiss in posting about my very first blogger meet-up, which was over the Christmas holiday. Somehow, the stars aligned, and my sister & I (who live in Nashville) were able to meet Lisa (who lives in VA) and her family, in Florida. Nothin' like the comforts of common territory when meeting those all-elusive 'internet' friends for the first time. Lisa's dad is also a blogger, and the night before we all met, I happened to see a comment of his on my preacher's blog . Additionally, for the first time that night, I noticed that Lisa has blogrolled a friend of mine from college who I didn't even know had a blog. We can play 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon later. I need to get back to my post here... But before I do, I want to say thanks to Lisa & her family for being my very first blogger meet-up! It was fun. But more than that, it brought a sense of satisfaction that this thing we all do called 'blogging' is not just a hobby, or a hope for recognition

Ok, so about 2 days ago I told John H I would try to post everyday this month. I've already missed 2 days in a row. But technically speaking, I did, in fact, TRY...which was the essence of my statement anyways. I know I know, technicalities have no place in a promise forfeited. But then again a technicality is...well, a technicality. Moving on. The reason I do not post everyday is because I do not always have something post-worthy to say. This has been my philosophy since the inception of my blog. One great lesson learned in photography is the art of editing yourself. You do not have to show every photograph you've ever shot. Nor does anyone want to flip through ages of snapshots just so you can rest assured that your comprehensive life-portfolio has been viewed. Show what is worthy, representative, and relevant, and your work (and audience) will thank you for it. For instance, edit your thoughts. No one wants to hear you say everything that is on your mind. I have trouble wit

Hey guys and gals! It's "Spotlight on Blogger" time! If you've ever wanted a stalker a fan base of your very own, then start a blog and John H. will find you. Cruising past 50, he and his wife have reared three kids and several dogs. He works for the state government and daily conspires to deflate bureacracy. Those last two sentences were completely plagiarized, by the way. "Hutchmo", they called him in a previous life, has been leaving messages on my blog since I began. At first I was like, who's this dirty old man who keeps leaving messages on my blog? And then I realized he was not dirty at all (well maybe a little) (and no I'm not discounting the old part either), but my guardian blog angel sent to encourage me through my blog-life. You see, when I first started this blog, it was pink. Just like my sister's . But John H reminded me that I was my own Blogger, and I didn't need to blog in the pink shadow of my older sister (MUCH older, I

January is my favorite month. I love winter and the hope of snow. I love the end of the hurried holiday season being ushered out by fireworks on January 1st. I love excuses to start over fresh and set newer, better goals. I love my birthday :) I love sharing my birthday month with my sister and my dad. I love new beginnings. I love feeling like anything is possible, and the anticipation of things to come. In January, there's a crisper scent of hope in the air that I look forward to inhaling each year. January has always brought me these things, and I hope it always will. When I was a kid I would make the B-E-S-T new year's resolutions. I used to make a list of my most heinous vices and swear I'd never commit them again after 12am on 1/1/19--whatever. I'd promise I would be good for the whole year. And after 365 consecutive days of successful bad-behavior-elimination I would be free and clear of ever falling into these traps again. I would be perfect. Perfect . On this