By request I'm starting a BLOG, which sounds a lot like a communicate disease or a horror movie from the 50's. Here is the definition of a BLOG (yes, I had to look it up myself). • "A short form for weblog, a personal journal published on the Web. Blogs frequently include philosophical reflections, opinions on the Internet and social issues, and provide a "log" of the author's favorite web links. Blogs are usually presented in journal style with a new entry each day." A couple of things to note. 1. No, I don't plan to add to this "log" on a daily basis. 2. Don't expect profound philosophical reflections. 3. Not really a third - generally, compositions look better in odds.

2005
October 3
The fam and I went to the Pike County Fair just east of Troy on Friday. I love going to fairs. Oklahoma has a great state fair and Texas has one of the best (in the top ten). I remember going to the state fair in Texas when I was a little brat. Big Tex was huge and the cotton candy was huger. The Pike County Fair was a wee bit smaller. I did enjoy watching the people (I could make a redneck remark here, but I'll refrain). The corndogs and funnel cakes were awesome. Before I die I want to go the the Corndog festival and create some marvelous corndog art. Here is a link.

September 28
I thought I'd begin this web blogging thing with a list of rules and goals that I have created for myself. I feel very strongly about having goals. I have serious goals that sound great during an interview - mostly about career and self fulfillment. This list of rules and goals are none of those. Enjoy.

1. No running. I do not run unless I'm being chased.

2. No dancing. No comment needed.

3. No cannibalism. Seems like a no brainer, but there have been people who "love" people in the news.. mainly those who are stranded on islands or crash in planes on high mountains. I think if there is ever the possibility that I might be stranded with other.. ah.. people, I'd pack plenty of beef jerky and my running shoes (see rule one).

4. Never take tests. I'm done with them.

5. Never wear a bicycle helmet into Wal-Mart. Yeah.. did it once. People thought I was retarded.

6. Friend to the spider. Yes they are creepy, but they eat bugs and I hate bugs. Kinda like making friends with the enemy whos enemy is also your enemy.

7. Start practicing being a grouchy old fart. I really don't want to be old, but since none of us have a choice, I plan on being a grouch old fart. I plan on driving a big ol' Cadillac with pink hubcaps and a ladder strapped to the roof. Drive 20mph in a 40 and lay on the horn often.

8. Start my collection of pink Pearl erasers.

9. Eat Mexican food at least 3 times a week. I just like Mexican food.

10. Get a black belt in something. I think it would be a good resume booster. It also sounds great at parties. I once taught with a music teacher that had a black belt in something. Her name was Chris Diagiovani. She may have been short, but I never messed with her stuff. We eventually became good friends (Chris lives across the street from my mom). I'm sure that if I have got into a fight with an 8th grader, she'd have my back.

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