you're so vain
(you probably think this blog is about you)


but it's not.
i mean, it could be.
but, there's a good chance it's not.
unless you are white.
or black.
or stupid.
or eat too much.
or asian.
or a cundiff.
or something else.
or blonde.
maybe even brunette.
this is not about you.
it could be.
and you may know it.
you may not.
but don't worry.
it's not about you.
unless you deserve it.
and you probably do.
and if you do, well...
that's your own fault.
i don't want it to be about you.
i want it to be about me.
which it is.
and isn't.
but know this.
you better take your shoes off.
even if this isn't about you.
this is holy ground.
so says jesus.
or some guy in the bible.
wow.
you're so vain.
but so am i.

so, i've been a bachelor this weekend. the baby girl and the baby's momma have been out of town. i've never been such a slacker as i got to be this weekend. i watched a lot of football. i mean, a lot of football. some basketball. i watched mission impossible 3 and fell in love with tom cruise all over again. how can you not love a guy that, when running full out, runs so straight up. the only other person that runs that straight up is sprinter michael johnson. all tom needs is the gold shoes. that would be hot. what else did i watch? i watched some bcs selection show. thankfully, i don't have to rant about michigan. i watched some zone and was reminded that no one in their right mind would ever want to coach at alabama. yesterday morning, i watched as a "hunter" killed a hippopotamus with a bow and arrow. really quite disturbing actually. i love "hunters". i wish they would shoot each other. now, that would be good television. you should have seen this guy. he was crying over the top of his hippo he was so overjoyed. the zambian villagers were looking at him like, "man, this guy is really a douchebag, but can we have some of that meat?" i spent some quality time on the computer and ate four times. i worked out to make myself feel better about eating four times and lounging on the couch for two days straight and last but not least, i went to a memorial service.

even though she was nervous, donna did a great job with the service. it was good to see tara and ted for the first time in a while, even though the circumstances for bringing us together were really quite tragic. i will miss lou ann. for tara mainly. being married to someone that speaks to their mom at least once every day makes me very sad that tara will not have that chance. her dad will be there. and he will be awesome. it's just not very fair. i was happy to be there for tara and proud for the young woman she has grown up to be. a lot more confident than when we first met, huh tara? i guess that's what seven years can do for you. that and good friends and better family and an above average youth director. right? right? see, i told you this was about me. :)

and so, today, i enter back into the real world of dog poop, silly bird questions, crickets, feeder mice, daughters and wives. i get off the couch and back to "grind". "the grind" should be like this for everyone. not one ounce of me dreads getting back to work today. things could be worse i suppose.