<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:37:11.925-05:00</updated><category term='hockey'/><category term='dialysis'/><category term='Andy Freeman'/><category term='organ transplant'/><category term='Thrashers'/><category term='kidney'/><title type='text'>Andy's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-2866628850526811759</id><published>2011-08-06T21:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:41:45.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bye</title><content type='html'>I have moved everything to &lt;a href="http://andrewjfreeman.com"&gt;andrewjfreeman.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come join the fun there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-2866628850526811759?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/2866628850526811759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=2866628850526811759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2866628850526811759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2866628850526811759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2011/08/bye.html' title='bye'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-5492135969562674517</id><published>2009-07-23T21:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:53:24.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Bryson,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/P1030566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/P1030566.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bryson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time a year ago we were getting settled into our room at the hospital. You were almost here and we could hardly wait. Man, the time has flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to write these letters more frequently so that you (and us) could have a more detailed record of what has happened and when. Sorry that I have kept it up as much as I originally intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last year, you have went on a cruise, flown twice, traveled to another country, went to the beach, went to Austin, met the Governor and Lt. Governor of Georgia, attended several hockey games and had your picture taken more times than I can remember. You have done the usual baby stuff like roll over and crawl but usually you did it in a hotel room away from home. I think we might have to go somewhere soon just so you'll start walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great sleeper (which makes mommy and daddy happy) and an avid eater. As soon as you realized that we were eating something on our plates you have wanted to try it. I hope that you continue to want to try new foods and new experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching. You light up a room and are a favorite of waitresses, women in general, your daycare and of course your family and friends. You love to watch people everywhere you go. I hope that you continue to be a student of the world around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a happy birthday tomorrow and I look forward to watching you continuing to grow and explore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your DaDa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-5492135969562674517?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/5492135969562674517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=5492135969562674517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5492135969562674517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5492135969562674517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-bryson.html' title='Dear Bryson,'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-9196907584059012238</id><published>2009-06-06T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:49:39.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned today</title><content type='html'>Some of you know that I'm running the Peachtree Road Race this year. If you have never spent anytime in Atlanta, the Peachtree is the World's most attended 10k road race held every year on July 4. 55,000 people run it just to get a t-shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atlanta Track Club has a training program they do for novice runners to get you ready for the Peachtree.  $55 for 10 weeks. You get another shirt, a training program to follow during the week, group runs on Saturday with instructors who give you some advice on how to do better and seminars from various experts on avoiding injuries, diet, how to treat injuries, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was week 6's Saturday run and here are some things I learned in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you were in boot camp with me last summer or fall you know that if it was a running day, I was going to be on the side of the trail puking at some point. I think my record was 4 times in one run, and those were probably only 3 mile runs at the most. I have ran 3 or 4 5k's since then without visiting Pukey D. Clown but today I discovered around the 5 mile mark that Pukey missed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you live in an $800k+ home backing up to a National Park, you really dont expect your Saturday morning view to include a 6'1" redheaded guy yakking off the side of the paved trail. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate running. Running with a group and an iPod make it tolerable, but not really enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Even though I hate running, I'm already looking past this year's Peachtree at doing another 10k (maybe the Kidney 10k in NYC next May) and maybe even a half marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The Nike earbuds for my iPod were made for listening to Vivaldi in a library and not Metallica while running. Why would you not include a volume control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you are one of the trainers for the Peachtree training group, you should spread out to make sure everybody knows where to go. This morning I was in the middle pack and we had no trainer. We were far enough from the lead pack that we didnt see that they had rounded the bend and turned onto the natural trail. We were also too far ahead of the back group that we couldnt hear the trainer tell us we had missed the turn (nor could they see us). So we ran to the end of the road. Literally. There was a bridge that is out so the paved path end and so that became our turning around spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I hate running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local NPR folks have decided that they wanna "follow" a couple of first time Peachtree runners as we prepare for the big race. They thought that a guy with a transplant would be a good person to follow and we all know how much I hate media attention... I'll let you know when they'll air so you can listen in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go get an ice bag...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-9196907584059012238?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/9196907584059012238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=9196907584059012238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/9196907584059012238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/9196907584059012238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-learned-today.html' title='Things I learned today'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-4993699745302071226</id><published>2009-01-26T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:53:42.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>A few months ago my wife and I rented The Bucket List. You probably are aware of the basic plot. My cousin Morgan and Jack Nicholson play two men facing death that come up with a list of things to do before they die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with little fanfare, my list is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Take a cooking class. &lt;br /&gt;2) Sit and watch a world class chef do his thing and maybe even help just a little bit. (If you personally know Scott Peacock or Kevin Rathburn, feel free to help me out...)&lt;br /&gt;3) Travel to all 50 states. I'm over halfway there.&lt;br /&gt;4) Go to a hockey game in all 30 NHL arenas. (After Saturday I will have done 6 arenas)&lt;br /&gt;5) Travel to Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;6) Take an Alaskan Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;7) Ride or Drive a dogsled.&lt;br /&gt;8) Witness Bryson's first words, steps, day at school, and all of the other big firsts.&lt;br /&gt;9) Learn to play the Harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;10) Watch a Falconer and maybe even get to have the bird take off and land from my arm.&lt;br /&gt;11) Drive a Ferrari. &lt;br /&gt;12) Run a 10k before I turn 40. I plan to do the Peachtree Roadrace this summer.&lt;br /&gt;13) Run a half marathon before 45. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we are. Any help that you can five in achieving #s 2, 10 or 11 is greatly appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's on your list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-4993699745302071226?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/4993699745302071226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=4993699745302071226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/4993699745302071226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/4993699745302071226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2009/01/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-1121049050613359711</id><published>2009-01-21T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:37:27.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News story of the day</title><content type='html'>I'm not too big a fan of the Penguins but this story will bring a tear to your eye. Here's the proper credit for the story http://pittsburghlive.com/x/tribunereview/news/fayette/s_608065.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngster with cystic fibrosis skates with Penguins&lt;br /&gt;By Allison M. Heinrichs&lt;br /&gt;TRIBUNE-REVIEW&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, January 21, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the seat where Evgeni Malkin signed his contract with the Pittsburgh Penguins, the team's newest member put pen to paper Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sign your name right there," said Penguins General Manager Ray Shero after explaining key parts of the contract to Jacob Anderson, 8, of Connellsville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob paused, his eyes widening: "My whole name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With cameras flashing, Jacob became a Penguin, fulfilling a wish he made the week the Penguins made the Stanley Cup playoffs last year -- and marking a milestone for Make-A-Wish Foundation of Greater Pennsylvania and Southern West Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacob's is our 10,000th wish," spokeswoman Ann Hohn said. "That's the largest number of wishes granted by a single chapter worldwide. We take an enormous amount of pride in that -- that's 10,000 children's lives we've reached in 25 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has cystic fibrosis, a hereditary lung condition that often is fatal by age 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no cure yet," said his mother, Crystal Wingrove. "But we're very optimistic that there will be one soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before 10 a.m., Jacob reported to Gate 2 at Mellon Arena clutching a hockey stick and accompanied by his mom, sister Taia Anderson, 10, and father Ronnie Anderson of Dawson in Fayette County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never ever do these types of things happen on a game day," Penguins spokeswoman Cindy Himes said. "But this is a very special occasion, so we made an exception."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was ushered to the dressing room, where all the players sat in front of their equipment. One seat was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, cool," Jacob said, walking up to the locker labeled "Anderson." On the shelves were pads, a large equipment bag and a team helmet that fit perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team captain Sidney Crosby presented Jacob with a No.10 jersey with "Anderson" printed across the back shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need a winger," Crosby told Jacob, who has played several positions as a rookie for the Falcons hockey team in the Connellsville Youth league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting with Shero -- who signed the 8-year-old for $1 -- Jacob stood outside the GM's office and faced cameras for an impromptu press conference. Like a good player, he didn't tip his hand before game day, giving mostly one-word answers and describing the experience as "awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob helped equipment manager Dana Heinze and assistant manager Paul Defazio sharpen skates and tape up hockey sticks before heading onto the ice for practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face pressed to the glass, Jacob watched the players send pucks flying around the ice. Left wing Matt Cooke scooped his new teammate into his arms and skated around the ice with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They consulted with Crosby and then spent several minutes taking shots at goaltender Marc-Andre Fleury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It took us a while, but we finally got one on Fleury," Cooke said, returning Jacob to his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Jacob watched the pregame warmup from the penalty box and cheered on the Penguins despite their 2-1 loss to the Carolina Hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sister stayed by her brother's side. Taia also has cystic fibrosis and was hoping to go to Disney World for her wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not so sure now," she said. "I'm having so much fun, I might think of a different wish."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-1121049050613359711?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/1121049050613359711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=1121049050613359711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/1121049050613359711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/1121049050613359711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2009/01/news-story-of-day.html' title='News story of the day'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-3907115921859500451</id><published>2008-12-19T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:53:31.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Costs of Losing Weight</title><content type='html'>I'm not talking about the alteration of clothes (or just replacing them) which isnt cheap. After losing 40 pounds since June I have had some unexpected costs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-transplant I have labs done at least once a month. The Doctors and Nurses watch the levels of several things to make sure they are all in the "normal" range. If the levels of one or more items is outside of the normal range then I can get various side effects. Insomnia, tremors in my hands, dizziness and lightheaded are some of my favorites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So losing 40 pounds and having an increase in my metabolism rate means my body absorbs the prescriptions I am on at different rates, effecting the levels that my transplant team monitors and bringing back the side effects. Of course my drugs are being readjusted but it takes a while to get everything where they should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a hands on father. Unfortunately that isnt always possible right now while the docs try to get all of my levels back under control. It's frustrating to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I wish I hadnt lost all of the weight I have, but I could definitely do without the unintended consequences...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-3907115921859500451?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/3907115921859500451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=3907115921859500451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/3907115921859500451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/3907115921859500451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/12/costs-of-losing-weight.html' title='The Costs of Losing Weight'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-1761818286137243481</id><published>2008-11-26T21:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:42:45.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SS4I1CNBSGI/AAAAAAAAABo/RvNDC6WPAy4/s1600-h/freeman6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SS4I1CNBSGI/AAAAAAAAABo/RvNDC6WPAy4/s320/freeman6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273161920914999394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 years ago we were going to have Thanksgiving at our house. It was just a 6 weeks or so since I had a Doctor tell me that he didnt know how I was dead or at least in a coma. I was glad to be alive and wanted to celebrate with friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Doctor thought that there was a slim chance that my kidney damage could be reversed. I had a kidney biopsy done in early October but they had gotten the wrong part of the kidney. Another biopsy was ordered for the week of Thanksgiving. This time, they nicked a renal artery and I spent the night in ICU. I came home to celebrate Thanksgiving but I felt horrible and ended up having to go back to the hospital after everyone had eaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we're doing Thanksgiving dinner with family again at our new house. Knock on wood, this one will be much better than the one 4 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to be thankful for this year. A great wife, a healthy son and good health. I count myself truly blessed to have friends and family like you. I hope that you take some time to count your blessings this holiday season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-1761818286137243481?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/1761818286137243481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=1761818286137243481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/1761818286137243481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/1761818286137243481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SS4I1CNBSGI/AAAAAAAAABo/RvNDC6WPAy4/s72-c/freeman6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-3834001439369550782</id><published>2008-11-05T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:57:15.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Recently Learned</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I spent a few days in Minneapolis for work. I liked what I saw and wouldnt mind going back but only in the late spring or summer. Here are a few things I learned on my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When travelling, wear clothes that fit.&lt;/span&gt; I flew up wearing jeans that fit me well back in June. Losing 40 pounds tends to make jeans saggy. When I took my belt off at the airport, the people behind me were treated to a good long look at my pirate boxers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The $8 bottle of water in your hotel room mini bar can sometimes be found elsewhere for free.&lt;/span&gt; I stayed at a really nice hotel. I found that in the hotel gym they had complimentary bottles of water. The same water that was $8 in my room. I drank a couple hundred dollars of water while there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I dont hate running.&lt;/span&gt; I have never really been athletic nor do I consider myself a runner, but while I was in Minneapolis I ran each morning for about 40 minutes. I brought gym clothes on a trip and actually used them which really impressed me. Did I mention that it was 34 degrees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pro athletes take naps on game day.&lt;/span&gt; Actually I have known this for quite sometime. On game day (at least in the NBA and NHL) players stay near the arena so they dont have to drive back and forth and so they can get a nap in. The Timberwolves stay at Graves 601 when they have home games. I found this out by running into some of them while I was getting off of the elevator and they were getting on. So if you are in Minneapolis and a Timberwolves fan, you now know where to go and act like a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ZZ Top shows are a great place to people watch.&lt;/span&gt; Before heading up, I checked out to see what was going on and saw that ZZ Top was playing at a small venue 2 blocks from my hotel and &lt;a href="http://blackberrysmoke.com/"&gt;these guys&lt;/a&gt; were the opening act, so I had to go. Lots of people were wearing long fake beards which was fun. The music was good. The most interesting thing to watch was the couple in front of me. He was in his mid 40's. She was (I am guessing) 19 or 20. He had his 15 year old son and a friend of his son with him. When the warmup act started he started replacing her soft drink with a mixed beverage but while he was up using the bathroom or buying more drinks, she was flirting with the men sitting around them and even entered her number on one guy's cell. Half a drink later she was about passed out. I felt bad for the son who obviously was embarrassed by his dad's conduct as well as his dad's girlfriend's conduct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-3834001439369550782?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/3834001439369550782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=3834001439369550782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/3834001439369550782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/3834001439369550782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/11/lessons-recently-learned.html' title='Lessons Recently Learned'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-7235141916302532120</id><published>2008-11-01T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:36:52.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four-0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SQ0Q9Get2OI/AAAAAAAAABg/yj6QVLaf9CQ/s1600-h/camptongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SQ0Q9Get2OI/AAAAAAAAABg/yj6QVLaf9CQ/s200/camptongue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882181363488994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty. 40. That's the total pounds I lost in four months of boot camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8 inches have disappeared from my waist. I'm down 2 suit sizes. I am about to spend a small fortune having clothes taken in but that's an ok problem to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could post all of the numbers of how my PT results have all drastically improved but you probably arent that interested in the details. I know I will have to keep up with eating better and exercising or the changes I have seen will be only temporary. I have a bruised heel from Thursday's workout but after a couple of days resting it up I will be out jogging the streets of our new subdivision. The other day I was looking at the playground and I had some sick sadistic thoughts on some workouts I could do there after jogging the half mile uphill there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the new "skinny" me. I hope he sticks around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-7235141916302532120?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/7235141916302532120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=7235141916302532120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/7235141916302532120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/7235141916302532120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/11/four-0.html' title='Four-0'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SQ0Q9Get2OI/AAAAAAAAABg/yj6QVLaf9CQ/s72-c/camptongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-6245713345426708025</id><published>2008-10-08T12:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:27:49.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson makes the paper</title><content type='html'>When I was in elementary school I had a slight speech impediment. I had speech therapy classes for a year or so and now you wouldnt know. In fact, when I was in college I worked radio, which I really enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that announced the Thrasher games in the arena left this summer for a job in New York. They had an open audition for his replacement a few weeks ago and after encouragement from the wife and friends I went. It was a Wednesday night, the wife was in class and so I brought Bryson with me. This is from the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Atlanta Journal and Constitution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 bid to be Thrashers voice of Philips Arena&lt;br /&gt;Three finalists will work one exhibition game each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By MIKE KNOBLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atlanta Journal-Constitution&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 24, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next hockey voice of Philips Arena stepped to the microphone Wednesday night and introduced the teams, announced a goal and warned the fans to beware of errant pucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was no ice, no goal and no players. And on this night, the announcers were the ones wearing the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tryout, held in an upstairs room of a Marietta Street sports bar and grillwith only three judges’ opinions separating the aspiring announcers from 41 performances every regular season in front of thousands of Thrashers fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 38 contestants included a middle school language-and-arts teacher, a receptionist at a post-production company, a chiropractor and laser hair-removal spa owner, a lobbyist and an actor with an improvisational comedy group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And then there was Bryson Freeman, who came to Stats sports bar Wednesday night but did not compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He has a great voice,” Andy Freeman said of his 2-month-old son, “but he can’t read the names.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the adult contestants struggled with that, too. One called the reigning NHL MVP Oh-va-chicken; most North Americans pronounce it Oh-vetch-kin. Other contestants butchered the pronunciations on hometown — though not homegrown — players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have to practice my Russian and Canadian accent,” said Marina Wesner, who gave it her best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was one of two women to try out, in an atmosphere that combined the all-ears-on-you stress of a cappella singing with the over-the-top emoting of karaoke. Qiana Nichol Harps of Atlanta compared it to one of her day jobs, being a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t want to stumble on my words. You don’t want to fall on the runway,” Harps said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some contestants did stumble, but the judges never cut anyone off by clanging their gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I couldn’t bring myself to do it,” the Thrashers’ Peter Sorckoff said. “They were working so hard.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three finalists are professional performers and sounded right at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was natural for song-and-dance man Dean Balkwill, who moved to Atlanta five years ago from Regina, Saskatchewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I got here I was like a Canadian out of water,” said Balkwill, who cured his homesickness by joining an adult hockey league, only to cut his lip and learn he should have gotten health insurance first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaffee Abraham has played the game, too. He hails from Hockey Town, otherwise known as Detroit, and now goes by just his first name while hosting a morning show on Atlanta’s WKLS-FM, Project 9-6-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’d like to tell all my buddies I grew up with I made it to the NHL,” Abraham said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Stanton is the odd man out, a Floridian — “We didn’t even have a baseball team” — who didn’t fall in love with hockey until he discovered an ECHL team while attending Florida State. He does voiceovers, commercials and theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each finalist will work one exhibition game, with the winner filling the vacancy created when former announcer Steve Craig took a job with a New York radio station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thrashers also lost their radio color man, former player Jeff Odgers, who returned to Saskatchewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m planning to bring in a galaxy of guest stars,” play-by-play man Dan Kamal said. “No auditioning, though.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-6245713345426708025?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/6245713345426708025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=6245713345426708025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6245713345426708025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6245713345426708025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/10/bryson-makes-paper.html' title='Bryson makes the paper'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-3494069119215098</id><published>2008-10-08T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:31:44.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>I decided to do one more boot camp. Yes, with a business trip, closing a house, moving, unpacking and getting our house ready to sell I am doing another boot camp. I must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got fitted for running shoes Monday. I'm surprised at the difference that a pair of shoes can make. I used to think my feet were a size 10.5. This summer I was buying a pair of Bucs and the salesmen measured my feet and said they are an 11. The running shoes I got Monday are an 11.5. I have no idea what is up with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rowing news, our gym is now the #1 Crossfit gym in the rowing challenge, #19th place team overall and I have slipped to #9 on our team. Gotta stay in the top 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still taking &lt;a href="http://walk.kidney.org/goto/AndrewFreeman"&gt;donations&lt;/a&gt; for the Kidney Walk. I'm currently the leading fundraiser. Please help me help others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-3494069119215098?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/3494069119215098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=3494069119215098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/3494069119215098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/3494069119215098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/10/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-5300401130519428802</id><published>2008-10-06T16:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:42:16.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j12/angelheart4991/Donatehands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j12/angelheart4991/Donatehands.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four years ago today I was at the Doctor's office. I hadnt been feeling well and was curious as to why. They had ran tests a few days before and called me to come back for some more tests. The Doctor came in after they drew blood and told me that my kidneys had quit working and that he was shocked that I wasnt dead or at least in a coma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the hospital not knowing what would happen. I had been married barely a year and had just had a doctor tell me I should be dead. I didnt know what to expect. I was scared to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started dialysis that day and spent almost 2 years on it (most of it peritoneal dialysis at home). My life is pretty much at normal now other than a gazillion pills a day, some nice scars, and frequent visits to the doctor. I'm lucky and I know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, October 25 I'm doing a walk for the Kidney Foundation of Georgia. I'm walking so that maybe one less person will have to go through what I had to go through 4 years ago today. If interested in walking with me or making a contribution, you can go &lt;a href="http://walk.kidney.org/goto/AndrewFreeman"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-5300401130519428802?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/5300401130519428802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=5300401130519428802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5300401130519428802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5300401130519428802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-years-ago.html' title='4 years ago'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-7408796755650565412</id><published>2008-10-04T15:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:32:45.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SOe_jn9UegI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DejS8qYFLZk/s1600-h/campchallenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SOe_jn9UegI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DejS8qYFLZk/s200/campchallenge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253378109093476866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was the last day of boot camp for me. I'm going to miss the camaraderie the most. 35 people running and exercising together is an awesome thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also liked looking up and seeing the stars. With all of the light pollution in Atlanta it is hard to believe that you can look up and see stars anywhere inside the perimeter but at 6 AM along the Chattahoochee River you can do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group picture is of those of us that won the boot camp challenge this month. Every month all of the boot camps ran by the &lt;a href="http://btbfitness.com/"&gt;company&lt;/a&gt; that ran the one I went to get together and compete for bragging rights of the best camp. I dont wanna say we destroyed our competition but it aint bragging if it's the truth. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SOfArHS4vRI/AAAAAAAAABY/rm4bChKr4AA/s1600-h/rowing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SOfArHS4vRI/AAAAAAAAABY/rm4bChKr4AA/s200/rowing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253379337276144914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last 2 weeks I have been rowing a 5k after camp. Crazy I know. I am over 45k meters as of now. The guy in the foreground has the most meters rowed for our gym. There are 47 of us doing this as part of a &lt;a href="http://www.concept2.com/sranking03/team/teamStandings.asp?re_index=36&amp;group=team"&gt;challenge&lt;/a&gt; amongst over 200 teams from around the world. I have the 7th most meters rowed on our team and collectively we are over a million meters, 28th in the world, and second among &lt;a href="http://www.crossfit.com/"&gt;Crossfit&lt;/a&gt; gyms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few months ago I wouldnt have believed that I would be rowing a 5k in a day (much less AFTER boot camp). I also wouldnt believe that I would be running a 5k but I did that this morning. I finished the race without puking and without being in last. I should have a picture of me crossing the finish line by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what you really wanna hear. In June I tipped the scales at 253.8 lbs. Yesterday morning I was at 223.3. I need to upload and edit some before and after pics and will do that have it posted soon. I'm really amazed at the progress I have made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-7408796755650565412?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/7408796755650565412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=7408796755650565412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/7408796755650565412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/7408796755650565412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/10/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SOe_jn9UegI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DejS8qYFLZk/s72-c/campchallenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-8573782123343800352</id><published>2008-10-03T16:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:39:46.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z235/multifariousramblings/general/votingmachine.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z235/multifariousramblings/general/votingmachine.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that I do a lot of work in the political area. I'm going to tell you a few things that maybe I shouldnt publish in a public forum such as this but I will anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who some of the candidates are on the ballot. I know more than the average American but when you get towards the end of the ballot I have no clue. I also couldnt tell you what some of the offices we elect do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to do a lot of campaign work. I helped make those annoying mailers that clog up your mailbox this time of the year and also produced those annoying phone calls that wont let you enjoy your dinner or help your kids with homework. I met a lot of people that still do a lot of campaign work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this is shocking to some of you. Here is my secret: when I get to the bottom of the ballot I'm more likely to vote against a candidate not because of their beliefs on issues (because I dont know them anyway) but because of who is working for their campaign. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I got a mail piece for a candidate. I know nothing about them or their opponent but I dont care for someone working on their race and thus, when I vote early next week, I am voting against the candidate whose mail I received.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-8573782123343800352?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/8573782123343800352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=8573782123343800352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/8573782123343800352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/8573782123343800352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/10/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z235/multifariousramblings/general/th_votingmachine.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-6711967355496476509</id><published>2008-09-21T14:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:38:26.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=29019179&amp;albumID=1000463&amp;imageID=5840220"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/818bc0cd4b23145c9c494232dff5ad75/m.jpg" alt="Bringing back the Mullet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my satellite radio. LOVE IT. If you have XM you should know that currently Ch. 51 is all Metallica and Ch. 53 is nothing but AC/DC. Not sure how long it will be this way but I am enjoying it while they are there.  Almost makes me wanna grow my mullet back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/?action=view&amp;current=house.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/house.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week I drove by our soon to be new house and found an "Under Contract" sign up in front of the house. 3 weeks and it is ours. I cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/police/miezie69/car.gif?o=16" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc305/miezie69/car.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got stopped by the police yesterday. Seems the dealer forgot to put the date on the bottom of my temporary tag. Not my problem. I was polite to the officer and he quickly determined that the car was in fact mine and not stolen. Years ago I had just bought a Camaro (I didnt have a mullet then either)and got stop for allegedly violating the posted legal speed limit. After finally writing me a ticket, the officer asked how fast the Camaro would do. Did he really expect me to answer that? Seriously, what a stupid question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/negotiate/dancingcucumber/2059601.gif?o=25" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d2/dancingcucumber/2059601.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Camaro and my new Maxima were both purchased for LESS than the invoice. I am surprised at how many people pay sticker price for an auto. When I had just bought the camaro, some guy pulled into a parking space next to me in a Camaro he had also just bought. His had far fewer options but he paid more than I did, and thought he had gotten a good price. Recently, an acquaintance was looking at my Maxima and told me she is thinking about buying a new car and leaning towards the Maxima. She paid maybe $200 less than the MSRP when she bought her last car and thought that was a good deal. I told her I would tell her how much I paid and what she should pay if she goes with the Maxima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=29019179&amp;albumID=2612957&amp;imageID=44044649"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/88/bfeac38b56854188ad7fb976d52e1dff/m.jpg" alt="Bryson meets Thrash for the first time" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend I went to a friend's son's hockey game. He is 8ish and plays goalie. I took Bryson with me to his first game which he slept through... Last week we watched the Thrasher rookies on TV take 2nd place in a rookie tournament. Bryson enjoyed the movement and colors on the TV. I also took him to a Thrashers Town Hall meeting where Bryson got to meet the best mascot ever. I cant wait for hockey season to officially start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now down 26 pounds since June. 2 more weeks of boot camp and I should be below what I am listed on my drivers license... After boot camp is over I'll try to post some before and after pics. I think I am running my first ever 5k Oct 4 (the day after the end of boot camp). Let me know if you wanna join me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-6711967355496476509?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/6711967355496476509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=6711967355496476509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6711967355496476509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6711967355496476509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/09/misc.html' title='Misc.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-7613714553629988384</id><published>2008-09-08T11:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:37:49.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout outs</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I bought a 2009 Maxima from &lt;a href="http://www.autonation.com/index.cfm?action=contact&amp;subaction=dealerdetail&amp;franchiseid=2305"&gt;these people&lt;/a&gt;. The dealership that tried to tell me that the sticker price was $5000 more than what it was (and $10k more than what I ended up paying) was &lt;a href="http://www.nissanofunioncity.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying the Maxima I went and got the windows tinted &lt;a href="http://cartunesatlanta.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Ferrari sends their cars there to get customized as do a lot of celebs and athletes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I have lost 22 pounds through &lt;a href="http://www.btbfitness.com/"&gt;boot camp&lt;/a&gt; and an occasional trip to the gym of BTB fitness. I am starting my third and final month of boot camp tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went &lt;a href="http://www.memorialtattooatl.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and had &lt;a href="http://philcolvintattoo.com/"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; do my latest tattoo. I will try to post pics of the tat later but it is the footprints taken of Bryson after he arrived and his name above it. I need to get another appointment to get something to tie it in with the ambigram I have below it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-7613714553629988384?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/7613714553629988384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=7613714553629988384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/7613714553629988384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/7613714553629988384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/09/shout-outs.html' title='Shout outs'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-2724147659197649566</id><published>2008-09-07T17:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:42:12.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Deuce</title><content type='html'>22 pounds. That is what I have lost since the first of the summer. 2 months of bootcamp and one in between for the birth of Bryson. I'm doing my last bootcamp starting Tuesday. I wouldnt mind doing another after this month's but as you may have read we have purchased another house and it just isnt a close location to boot camp from the new house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I bought a new pair of jeans because one pair I had was getting thread bare in some areas. I just picked up a pair and started heading to the cashier when something told me I should try them on. I ended up trying it on and then getting a size smaller than what I originally grabbed. I need to get some new belts, too as I looked down and discovered that I am using the last hole. Very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the summer, I thought maybe 25 pounds would be a good goal but now that I am almost there, I realize I need to go further but let's see what this month holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-2724147659197649566?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/2724147659197649566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=2724147659197649566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2724147659197649566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2724147659197649566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/09/double-deuce.html' title='Double Deuce'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-6597987053073264916</id><published>2008-09-07T17:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:27:47.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we do for our kid(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SMRF_ovQISI/AAAAAAAAABI/yHscxgf1TtE/s1600-h/newhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SMRF_ovQISI/AAAAAAAAABI/yHscxgf1TtE/s320/newhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243392825735782690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes Bryson is only 6 weeks old but we began thinking about school districts, etc for him before he was even here. Yesterday we signed a contract for this house and will probably be in it by mid October. &lt;br /&gt;The fact that it is just minutes from some good friends (including my donor and her family) is just icing on the cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-6597987053073264916?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/6597987053073264916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=6597987053073264916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6597987053073264916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6597987053073264916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-we-do-for-our-kids.html' title='Things we do for our kid(s)'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXzwfLm_c3s/SMRF_ovQISI/AAAAAAAAABI/yHscxgf1TtE/s72-c/newhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-2312203823573360754</id><published>2008-08-22T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:40:14.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot Car Salesman pt 2</title><content type='html'>So he calls back yesterday to tell me he had my car for me... except it was the wrong color and was missing most of the options. I reminded him of EXACTLY what I wanted. Oh yeah he forgot but looky here he happened to have that exact car on his lot. And he would sell it to me for a "good price" which I informed him was about $5,000 OVER the MSRP. He tried to reason with me why that was a great deal but I cut him short and then hung up. He called back later and I ignored him so he quickly learned to use email to tell me that he would now let me have it for the MSRP. I replied with one word: "NO". He replied with a question of how close would I come to his price and I replied with the original price I had given him. Havent heard from him since. I am this close to putting up the name of the dealer here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-2312203823573360754?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/2312203823573360754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=2312203823573360754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2312203823573360754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2312203823573360754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/08/idiot-car-salesman-pt-2.html' title='Idiot Car Salesman pt 2'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-9092880992338232418</id><published>2008-08-21T13:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:34:54.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Buying</title><content type='html'>I am looking to buy a new car. I am buying just like I did the last one by using &lt;a href="http://www.edmunds.com/"&gt;Edmunds&lt;/a&gt;. With Edmunds you can price out a car with options and see the sticker price, the invoice price, and what the average cost people are paying for that car in your area. You can then have area dealers call or email you their best price. Today I filled out the info and sent it to all of the Atlanta area dealers for this particular maker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS put that I only want to deal with them via email and today I even included that in the comments section in bold and all caps. After getting the prices, I email the dealers that respond that dealer X is offering that car at a price of $Y. You get them to lower their prices usually and after doing this a couple of times you end up with the best price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the emails are starting to come in. One dealer sent me an email asking what it would take to get me to come in and just talk out a deal. I responded that if his EMAILED price was the lowest in the Atlanta area that I would come in, write him a check and leave with the vehicle. What does he do? He calls me to tell me that if I just come in he'll show me why he has the best prices blah blah blah blah. I politely tell him that I dont work that way and if he wants my business to just email his best price and if it is the lowest I will come buy the car from him. He asked me what price I was looking for and I replied the best that I can get it for. He kept questioning me and instead of verbally assaulting the sales guy for not following directions (I must not be feeling well today... HA!) I tell him here is the price I am looking for and quoted him a price LESS than the invoice and inform him that I expect that to include tax, tag, and title. He said he would see what he could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where the story gets mildly amusing. The last time I bought a car, I had contacted via &lt;a href="http://www.edmunds.com/"&gt;Edmunds&lt;/a&gt; all of the area dealers of this particular vehicle. The same owners of this dealership referenced above also own a dealership for the vehicle I currently own (different manufacturers). They contacted me to just come on down and talk instead of using the internet like I wanted to do. They had the exact model with options I was looking for but they wouldnt play by my rules. I agreed to buy the car from a different dealership that would play by my rules. Where I was going to buy the car didnt have the exact one in stock so they transferred one in from the dealership that wouldnt play by my rules. I have a funny feeling that this may happen again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-9092880992338232418?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/9092880992338232418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=9092880992338232418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/9092880992338232418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/9092880992338232418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/08/car-buying.html' title='Car Buying'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-5934239414927918048</id><published>2008-08-16T14:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:15:21.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week in Review</title><content type='html'>Let's see, I started the week off in jury duty. That was so not fun. Lots of sitting and waiting. I really want to serve on a jury sometime but I am enough of a realist to realize that what I do for work and other things will probably be an automatic disqualifier. At least I got most of the baby announcements addressed and put in envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Bryson to the Capitol yesterday for his first time and our first father-son outing. His presence helped me get primo parking right next to the Capitol where the Governor usually parks (actually it would be his driver) and for free. Everybody loved that I had brought him along. Sorry I didnt take any photos of this trip but the next Capitol trip will probably include photos with the Gov &amp;/or Lt. Gov. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched more Olympics this week than I think I have from any other Olympics. Michael Phelps is a machine. I do question how some events are included in the competition. Badminton, trampoline, ping pong, and synchronized swimming and diving to name a few that shouldnt be there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week of boot camp this month has been completed. I missed one day because of jury duty (I did show up for my last day of jury duty after doing camp in the morning) but I did all of the other days. I have lost almost 3.5 pounds this week for a grand total of a little over 18 pounds since the first of June. I still have a way to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the 2nd Anniversary of my kidney transplant. Tonight we're having dinner with my donor and her family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-5934239414927918048?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/5934239414927918048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=5934239414927918048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5934239414927918048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5934239414927918048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-in-review.html' title='The Week in Review'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-5712204281714329127</id><published>2008-08-09T20:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:23:53.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Bryson</title><content type='html'>Dear Bryson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that you are finally here. The last two weeks have been some of the happiest, most wonderful days of my life. One of my favorite things to do now is to just stare at your face. It doesnt matter if you are awake or asleep, I can just stare at you and enjoy your being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we learned we were pregnant, your mother and I would wonder what you would look like, what your personality would be, and what you would become. At 16 days old, we dont have all of the answers to our questions but we are both committed to making sure you have the environment to become the best you can be, whatever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch people and the last couple of years I have watched the interaction between parents and kids (and am still doing so) so that I can figure out things I want to do or avoid doing as your father. I hope to teach you that variety is a good thing when it comes to life in general, and music and food in particular. I want to teach you about "manly things" but I also hope that you appreciate the arts, too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I wont be a perfect dad and I hope that you will forgive me for my shortcomings. Please know that I love you and want the best for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/?action=view&amp;current=347346290_freeman14resized.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/347346290_freeman14resized.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-5712204281714329127?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/5712204281714329127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=5712204281714329127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5712204281714329127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5712204281714329127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-bryson.html' title='Dear Bryson'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-6276423868236364368</id><published>2008-08-09T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:27:10.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle</title><content type='html'>After taking a month off to get ready for our baby (more on him in another blog later) and his birth, I signed up for another boot camp. Last month (without doing much exercising) I lost around 5 pounds for a total of 14 pounds since the start of June. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How?" you may ask. Eating. What? I'm not doing that idiotic eat only cookies diet that you may have seen on tv. I eat smaller portions 3 meals a day and another 2 or 3 snacks which actually keeps your metabolism rate up. You may not believe it but it worked for me last month (of course by not working out you lose muscle weight, too). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this month and boot camp. Tuesday was the first day this week. The first day is always a PT test so that you can see results easier at the end of the month. I did the run in about 20 seconds LESS than I finished it at the end of June's camp. I was (and am) shocked. The only thing that makes sense to me on how this happened is that I finished camp wearing a knee brace for the last week and now my knee is healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of injuries, spending a lot of time taking prednisone makes it easier to get injuries, particularly in your joints and muscles. One of the fun things you live with as a transplant recipient... Anyway, I tweaked my knee last boot camp and Thursday I pulled a muscle in my upper, inner thigh. I took Friday off from camp to let it heal and felt great today until I was running my 3rd 400 meter run as part of the day's boot camp workout at the gym. Doesnt hurt as bad as Thursday but I'm hoping it gets back to 100% soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I have noticed over the last couple of months is that a lot of the side effects from my transplant meds have been lessened. You gotta like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have lost a little over a pound. Besides a long term goal of getting ready for next year's Peachtree Roadrace, I want to get down to the weight listed on my Drivers' License. I should be close to that by the end of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-6276423868236364368?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/6276423868236364368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=6276423868236364368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6276423868236364368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6276423868236364368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the Saddle'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-7109934536244010453</id><published>2008-07-14T12:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:24:56.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End (?) of Bootcamp</title><content type='html'>So 2 weeks ago my month of Bootcamp ended. The first day of camp they had us do a PT test and it was repeated at the end of the camp. The first day of camp I ran 7 or 8 tenths of a mile in 12:04 (yeah I know not very quick), I could hold a plank for 28 seconds, 11 situps in a minute, 12 dips in a minute, 7 regular pushups and 8 facilitated ones in a minute. At the end of the month, the run was down to 8:53, plank 42 seconds, 23 situps, 28 dips, 16 regular pushups and 20 facilitated. I was also down about 9 pounds in just one month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results! Last summer I joined a gym and even had a trainer for a month. 3 months and I couldnt really tell a difference. One month of a bootcamp and I can see results. One weekend before the end of camp I went to a men's clothing shop. They were having a sale coming up and I wanted to find a suit in my size. The store didnt have my size so the ordered one in my size and had it shipped to my house (for free) at the sales price. The suit arrived one size smaller than what I wear but it fits. Woo-Hoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend camp ended I went out with some friends for a guy's weekend that involved Tony Clifton. We hung out with Tony Clifton, his orchestra, his dancers, and Jerry "the King" Lawler. Let's just say that I wasnt following the bootcamp diet that weekend but I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/?action=view&amp;current=P1030521.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/P1030521.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/?action=view&amp;current=P1030561.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/P1030561.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/?action=view&amp;current=P1030559.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/P1030559.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night I went with another buddy to see Mother's Finest (think Living Colour but from the 70's). The diet was definitely not followed that night either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I stepped on the scales and to  my surprise I was down another pound since boot camp (even with the bad weekend). Today I am down another 2 pounds for a total of 12 pounds since before bootcamp started. I am not really working out right now but I am eating 3 meals, 2-3 snacks. and watching my portion sizes. Eating better has taken another 3 pounds off. I imagine it would be much more if I was exercising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth of July the wife and I watched a little of the Peachtree Roadrace on tv before going out to watch a parade. I remembered thinking I would like to run it one day before I turned 40 and that date is getting closer. The next day or two, I saw several people wearing the shirts they were given for running the roadrace. Let's just say that some people were in far worse shape than I am so I have decided next July 4th, I'm going to do the Peachtree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month I plan to be back in bootcamp to help me get closer to my weightloss goal and to get me closer to running the Peachtree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-7109934536244010453?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/7109934536244010453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=7109934536244010453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/7109934536244010453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/7109934536244010453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/07/end-of-bootcamp.html' title='The End (?) of Bootcamp'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-1668218380966672178</id><published>2008-06-20T17:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:10:09.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Fit(ter)</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago, I was sitting around thinking I needed to do something to lose some weight and get in better shape.  I figure that if I am in better shape it will help with stamina to hang out with our son that will be here soon enough, as well as being helpful with my transplant. I have a gym membership but dont use it. Last summer I was using it pretty regularly but wasnt seeing any results, even when I had the help of a trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I should do something different. I thought about a fitness boot camp and decided to check into them. There are probably a dozen different companies around Atlanta doing a boot camp. I asked around some friends that had used various ones to see what they liked and didnt like. I finally decided upon one company and enrolled in one of their boot camps (after discussing it with my medical folks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am three weeks in out of four. I have lost a little above 7 pounds. I want to lose another 18 pounds by the end of the summer and keep it off. I wake up at 5 four days a week and join a group of about 30 people. We run and exercise for an hour. They've shown us how to eat better and we keep a daily journal on what we eat and what we do for exercise. Yes you heard me right, although I am not a morning person, I get up at 5 am to go work out. Crazy if you know me as I am not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, the gym that hosts the bootcamps participated in a challenge of other Crossfit gyms in Georgia. Go &lt;a href="http://crossfitnorthatlanta.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/06/08/cfna_grinder_map_v1_full.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the obstacle course and description of what had to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, huh? I will admit I was the worst shape of anyone there and that I almost left without attempting to do it. But I finished (at not at the bottom either). Here's a picture of some of the 250 people that did this. &lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cf1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/cf1.jpg" alt="Crossfit Challenge" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do bootcamp again in July but with the little guy on the way I dont think it wise. I plan on getting up still at the break of dawn and just do some stuff in the yard and jog through the neighborhood, as well as continuing to eat better. December we are taking a family vacation and I have learned that there will be a 5k run at our destination. I am already making plans to run it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-1668218380966672178?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/1668218380966672178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=1668218380966672178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/1668218380966672178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/1668218380966672178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-fitter.html' title='Getting Fit(ter)'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-8089546989746073107</id><published>2008-05-14T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:46:54.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetings and Conference calls</title><content type='html'>As part of my job I am frequently in meetings and on conference calls. There are some things that happen at meetings and conference calls that annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months I was on a conference call. Cant go into too many details but I am on a panel (or task force or whatever the hip word is this year) to help review some proposed federal changes before being released to the public for comment before they are enacted as policy. The Federal government embargoed the proposed changes (delaying everything) and wouldnt release the proposal to the group I am on (or anyone else at this time). So the conference call I was on consisted of someone describing charts and graphs they had seen to the rest of us. Seriously. "If we were able to send this to you, you would see that on the left there is ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on calls in the past with several hundred people on the call that turn into "let's see how many people will talk to show how important they feel they are" call. Conference calls need to be limited to how many people are on the call or they need to be limited as to who can speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A monthly meeting that I often attend suffers from 2 problems. Either the presenters will just read the slides in their power point (as if nobody can read or they have nothing else to contribute) or there will be an attendee that comes in about 40 minutes late and their phone will go off (and be answered) in another 10-15 minutes. The same attendee coming in late almost every month shows to me that someone needs some attention. I think the person in charge of the meeting should give them a little attention by calling them out, "Hey look it is _____ coming in to today's meeting. Thanks you for being here but I hope next month you will be on time. Oh and can you please turn off your cell before it rings in a couple of minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am sitting in on a conference call. I have another one this afternoon so drop back by and I'll probably have another posting. Feel free to suggest a topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-8089546989746073107?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/8089546989746073107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=8089546989746073107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/8089546989746073107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/8089546989746073107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/05/meetings-and-conference-calls.html' title='Meetings and Conference calls'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-2316732789962331040</id><published>2008-04-13T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:03:49.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Location help Needed</title><content type='html'>In a couple of weeks I have &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmZsaWNrci5jb20vcGhvdG9zL2RhbGV5aGFrZQ==" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daleyhake"&gt;Daley Hake&lt;/a&gt; taking some photos of me and the wife (go check his photos out as he is very gifted photographer) while he is in town. Trying to think of a great place to use as a backdrop for the pics. Right now we are thinking Piedmont Park but aren't wed to that location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want something a little different but something that says us. So who do you think Emily and Andy are and what location would you recommend? Seriously I want to know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-2316732789962331040?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/2316732789962331040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=2316732789962331040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2316732789962331040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2316732789962331040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/04/location-help-needed.html' title='Location help Needed'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-1355335064858178352</id><published>2008-03-16T19:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:39:23.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Name Contest</title><content type='html'>So I think most of you know that the wife and I are expecting a baby boy in July. We are looking for some name suggestions so send them to us either through a comment here or via email. If your suggested name is used then you win a day to babysit our baby boy after he gets here at a date and location of our choosing. So put on your thinking caps and start sending in the names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-1355335064858178352?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/1355335064858178352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=1355335064858178352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/1355335064858178352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/1355335064858178352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-name-contest.html' title='Baby Name Contest'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-2189850149795563440</id><published>2008-02-24T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:16:23.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Gone</title><content type='html'>I have had the priviledge of doing a lot of cool things and meeting a lot of interesting people in my life. Last week someone you probably have never heard of, but should have, died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Orange lived here in Atlanta and I had met him on several occasions. Why should you know him, you may ask. Rev. Orange was a giant of a man, and not just because he stood over 6' 4" with the biggest heart ever given to a man, but because of what he did while walking this earth for 65 years. While still in his teens, Rev Orange joined the civil rights movement. More recently, he was heavily involved with the successful campaign to elect Nelson Mandela as President of South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, me and a couple of friends were talking about people that had done great things but nobody knew. We thought it would be great to get a camera and just sit down and interview these people to make sure that more people would know of their deeds, as well as hearing first hand accounts of things that have happened. Unfortunately we never got around to starting our project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev Orange, you will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-2189850149795563440?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/2189850149795563440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=2189850149795563440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2189850149795563440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2189850149795563440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-one-gone.html' title='Another One Gone'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-8679216425003437355</id><published>2008-02-23T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T11:26:07.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Freeman</title><content type='html'>I think most of you know we are expecting. Here is his first picture. It's a boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Scan1_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/Scan1_1.jpg" border="0" alt="baby's first pic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-8679216425003437355?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/8679216425003437355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=8679216425003437355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/8679216425003437355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/8679216425003437355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-freeman.html' title='Baby Freeman'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-906529161292760680</id><published>2008-02-03T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:44:44.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching</title><content type='html'>Man it has been a while since I have blogged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch people. Sometimes it is just to watch how people interact with each other and sometimes I watch people to learn life lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love to go Christmas shopping as close to December 25 as possible just to watch people. People forgetting what season they are in the midst of celebrating but are desperate to find the last Aqua Sweater in a size XS for their niece or a tie for Uncle Herbie that plays Christmas music and has flashing lights. Those days are chaos but are fun to be a voyeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer I was at a concert with some friends and while enjoying the music I was watching how different families were acting. One family had a son about 5 or 6 who was dressed up and he just sat quietly while his parents and their friends forgot about him as they downed the picnic and cocktails they had brought with them. Another family had a daughter also about 5-6. Although the parents were with some other friends, they focused a lot of their attention on her. She was dressed casually and enjoyed singing and dancing with her parents. I learned that night some things I want to do as a dad. I have realized these lessons of parenthood at sporting events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite people watching activities happens at night. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and cant get back to sleep. Those nights I watch my wife sleeping peacefully beside me. I think about the wonderful times we have had and how lucky I am to have met and married her. I think about what our future holds. After thinking for a while, I usually snuggle a little closer, kiss her and try to match her breathing until I fall back to sleep (or until the alarm goes off on some mornings).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-906529161292760680?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/906529161292760680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=906529161292760680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/906529161292760680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/906529161292760680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2008/02/watching.html' title='Watching'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-2158256028003489673</id><published>2007-11-14T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:13:35.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a good one. I had a business lunch that I will just say I could do no wrong. It could have been a really bad situation but the planets were all aligned for me and everything went better than perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was last night. Wow. A few months ago hockey season started and to be nice the Thrashers werent doing well. 0-6 start lead to the firing of the coach. During the crappy start, I started thinking what would be something fun to do. A theme night seemed like something fun and so I started putting it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought why not celebrate the Thrashers' radio color guy, and former NHL'er Jeff Odgers. When Odgers played hockey he was known as "the Sheriff" because he was usually called upon to dispense justice on the ice. He rocked the foo-man-choo. So the thought was get an old Thrashers jersey, a badge and a fake mustache and you could show Odgers some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original thought was there would be maybe 10 of us doing it, sitting together and having a great time. What we ended up with was 30+ people sitting in two areas of the arena, lots of time on the jumbotron and the mascot dressed up with us. After the game, Odgers' on-air partner donned the badge and 'Stache. When they interviewed Thrashers player Chris Thorburn, Thorburn was handed a 'Stache and even though he had no idea what was going on he was a good sport and put it on, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odgers seemed to enjoy the love and posed for pictures and signed autographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best mascot in the world gets in on the fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/oad2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/oad3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/oad6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrashers radio guy Dan Kamal getting in on the fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/oad7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thorburn putting on his 'Stache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/oad9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sheriff and his fans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w124/andymanga/oad11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-2158256028003489673?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/2158256028003489673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=2158256028003489673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2158256028003489673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2158256028003489673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-3977387195250207762</id><published>2007-11-07T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:57:54.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas comes Early[ier]</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I had to go to a meeting. I was running early so I stopped off at a local mall to kill some time. I am walking around and see Santa. 3 days into November and there is the jolly fat guy pushing parents to purchase some photos of their kids visiting him, as well as encouraging spending money at the mall.  I check the local paper and see that this mall was the first this year to push Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a time, not that long ago mind you, when you didnt see Santa until the day after Thanksgiving. You had to wait for him to ride his sleigh down through downtown Manhattan on the Macy's parade and then the next day he would magically appear at your local mall. Next year you will see Santa in early October sporting a Halloween costume (no doubt pimping whatever kiddie movie is playing) and handing out candycorn and chocolate. My Grandkids will probably think that Santa and Uncle Sam are the same person. Fireworks that look like trees and snowflakes will be standard issue at your 4th of July celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the wife and I had a great brunch and then went loafing around. This may come as a shock, but I wanted a pre-lit, artificial Christmas tree. Years of having sap and needles on the floor, I gave in and am going to have the fake tree. I will still miss the smell and will probably find some pine scented candles to help me cope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-3977387195250207762?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/3977387195250207762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=3977387195250207762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/3977387195250207762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/3977387195250207762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-comes-earlyier.html' title='Christmas comes Early[ier]'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-5904385840820024774</id><published>2007-10-30T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:54:55.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Isnt Always</title><content type='html'>This summer I happened to hear an interview with Corey Feldman and Corey Haim. They were talking about their "reality" program. In the interview they were on a roll talking about how they were directing, acting, producing and even writing the script. WHAT? They tried to correct their answer to say that they write the scripts but their reactions are real. Now, if you know what is coming up because you wrote a script, how can your reactions be real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking. How much reality entertainment is actually scripted? Less than you would think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late 1980's, early 1990's record companies hire people to call radio stations and ask for certain songs to be played. Radio stations would think that a lot of people must like the song and artist so they would be added to the station's rotation. This would also help inflate album sales but the truth would be found out when some promoter would book the group to a local arena and nobody would be the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality TV was supposed to be different. The first season of Real World was different. They would just let real life happen and then show it on tv (of course it was edited to show whatever the desired outcome was but for the most part it was real). Suddenly it seemed every show on tv was a reality program. Scriptwriters were brought in to make the shows more lifelike. Casting was used to make sure certain things would happen when the cameras were rolling and producers make sure certain characters stay around for the show to ensure ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Bret Michaels and Flavor Flav dating shows. There would be someone as a potential suitor that would be just crazy. This person would be up for elimination several times but would make it almost to the end of the show not because Bret or Flav liked the person but because it made for good tv. Look at this season's Top Chef. Hung was up on the block several times and would usually tell the judges they just didnt understand good food but because he was good tv, he was kept around and eventually ended up winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things happen off camera that the producers/directors want on camera so they get the cast to try to re-create it. Miami Ink when Kat was fired/quit is a good example. According to some internet reports, Kat quit the day before. The producers had her come in to the shop  and had Ami tell her it wasnt working out. The reports claim that they were told to just go at it for as long as possible. The scene ended with Kat saying "whatever dude" and walking out of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of this manipulation of "reality" I cant help but wonder what other things might be manipulated. I am not saying the world is one big version of "Wag the Dog" but it makes you wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-5904385840820024774?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/5904385840820024774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=5904385840820024774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5904385840820024774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5904385840820024774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/10/reality-isnt-always.html' title='Reality Isnt Always'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-5460865972233330753</id><published>2007-10-28T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:13:25.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Date</title><content type='html'>Friday night I went out on a date. My wife knows and approves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew (just under 8 months old) had surgery Friday morning and I went up to see him, spend some time with my family, and also let my wife work in a quiet house on some stuff for her graduate classes. My sister called as I was driving to let me know the surgery went fine and to see if I wanted to take my niece to a minor league hockey game. Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year she came here to a hockey game and it left a big impression on her. So we surprised her and the two of us went to the game, giving her parents and my parents a break from her energy and questions that are common to 5 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor league hockey is a little different than NHL hockey. The ice looked smaller. The players smaller. The arena smaller but the fans are passionate and loud. Tickets are cheaper, as are the refreshments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece paid more attention to the game this time around and asked a lot of questions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did they take those two players over there to that box?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They were bad and had to go sit in timeout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why are the fans booing those men wearing stripes?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is just what you do at hockey games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why does everyone have a stick?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is what they use to move the puck.  &lt;/span&gt;Throughout the game she asked me questions but I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, she made me promise that I would take her to another game, before she drifted off to sleep on the drive home. Of course I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my nephew is back to normal. He already had the tubes out from the surgery before I made it to the hospital Saturday morning and didnt seem to be that sore from the surgery. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-5460865972233330753?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/5460865972233330753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=5460865972233330753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5460865972233330753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5460865972233330753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/10/hot-date.html' title='Hot Date'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-1069666767238713219</id><published>2007-08-17T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:59:01.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrashers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy Freeman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organ transplant'/><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>I think most of you know the story, if not here is the quicky version. October 2004 I go to the Doctor and learn that my kidneys had failed thanks to a prescription that I was on. 2 years of dialysis follow (both hemo and PD) and Aug 17, 2006 I received a kidney transplant. The remarkable thing is that it came from &lt;a href="http://thrashers.nhl.com/team/app?service=page&amp;page=NewsPage&amp;amp;bcid=61f74bb602bb4659a55d645c33ed536c"&gt;someone who I had only met 4 months earlier&lt;/a&gt;, after she expressed an interest in possibly donating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about the odds of 2 strangers being a match for a transplant all I can say is that this was a miracle. Not like the miracle that will happen if the Braves make the playoffs this year but water into wine type of miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a year it has been. Numerous stories on TV, the internet, print, radio and even a podcast or two. I think it is important that people going through similar situations have stories like mine or like &lt;a href="http://kidneychronicles.blogspot.com/"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; to help give them hope and encouragement to get through the situation. I have heard from many people of how they were touched by the story, some of which are waiting for donors and others that have changed their opinion about being an organ donor themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest things that my wife and I have gotten out of the transplant (other than the obvious) is an extremely close friendship with people that were recently complete strangers. It is really strange of the similarities that we have with the Shaws and how well we get along. Even if we werent a match, the whole process has been worth it just to become friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I live with the knowledge that today could be the day my body decides to reject the transplanted kidney, I hope that there are many more anniversaries to follow after today and I look forward to continuing the friendships that began 16 months and 4 days ago. Thanks Brandi (and Doug) for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and stay tuned as their is some continued interests in retelling the story maybe on a national level....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-1069666767238713219?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/1069666767238713219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=1069666767238713219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/1069666767238713219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/1069666767238713219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-5656413813181566518</id><published>2007-08-11T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T12:23:54.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tipping</title><content type='html'>I am a great tipper at bars and restaurants but I will be honest I am unsure what is appropriate tips for other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weekend in college my roommate asked what I normally tip after getting my hair cut. Zero, I said. I didnt know it was expected. When I was really young my dad cut my hair. At three was I supposed to give him a frog or a stick as a way of saying good job (even though it wasnt)? Then I went to barber shops for a while and although I didnt watch dad pay, I am confident he didnt tip the barber. High School I would cut the yard around the salon I got my hair cut as part of a barter system. In college I began tipping after my roommate told me that was expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about valets? How much should they be tipped? I am really asking what is appropriate. Should I wait until I get in the vehicle and see if they moved my seat or changed my radio before handing them a tip? Should the tip be equal to  or a portion of what the paid lots are charging nearby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about pet groomers? We take our dogs every couple of months to get washed and have their nails trimmed. It is a lot easier to have someone else cut their nails then for us to do it. Our older dog has some hip issues and our younger dog despises having her nails done (she is this close to being sedated to have her nails done) plus I dont have to worry about cutting them incorrectly or too short. After our most recent trip to the groomers, we get home and find out that the older dog only had about a third of his nails cut even though we paid for them to all be cut. In the future should I look over the dogs and make a big scene if it isnt done correct before tipping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember years ago I was making a cross country flight. A buddy of mine worked for the airline and had given me some free drink coupons. Somewhere high over the heartland of America I decided to tip the flight attendant as I thought she was doing a great job. She became offended that I had offered her a tip. I asked some flight attendant friends about it and most said they would have taken it but that some attendants feel that if they are offered a tip you are thinking of them as a waitress in the sky which they feel is below their stature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. So who should you tip and at what amounts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-5656413813181566518?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/5656413813181566518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=5656413813181566518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5656413813181566518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5656413813181566518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/08/tipping.html' title='tipping'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-6346154813637006371</id><published>2007-08-03T09:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:08:58.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paired Donation Story</title><content type='html'>After One Kidney Was Incompatible, Eager Donor Found Recipient and Spurred More Transplants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By BARBARA PINTO&lt;br /&gt;July 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A domino-like series of kidney transplants across the country first started with Matt Jones, a 28-year-old father of four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, he made the unusual decision to donate his kidney to a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You only need one to survive," Jones explained, "and there's a lot of other people out there who could use the other one you have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After running his information through a nationwide database, doctors found a match for Matt's kidney in Barbara Bunnell -- a grandmother from Phoenix, Ariz., who has battled kidney disease her entire life. (For information on the database contact www.paireddonation.org)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hereditary kidney disorder she suffered from claimed her mother and her grandmother in their mid 50s. Her husband, Ron, had hoped to donate his kidney to his wife, but tests showed he wasn't a good match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fact that she gets this kidney, we'll grow old together," said Ron Bunnell. "We'll see our grandchildren grow up. It's just a miraculous gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gift Keeps on Giving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife's gift has led Ron Bunnell to the University of Toledo Medical Center, where he sat in a hospital bed ready for surgery. "I've transcended the nervousness. I'm totally relaxed," he told ABC's Barbara Pinto while glancing over at the woman in the hospital bed across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is Angie Heckman -- a virtual stranger until a few weeks ago -- who was just hours away from receiving Ron's donated kidney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie has spent most of her 32 years on dialysis. She was diagnosed with kidney disease at a young age, and spent 12 hours a week hooked to the blood-cleansing machinery to stay alive. She is also on drugs to control her blood pressure, which has skyrocketed as the result of her kidney disease. To Angie, Ron's gift is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't know each other and he wants to help so his wife could be well. He's just passing it on," she said, her eyes welling with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the first day of the rest of her life," said Angie's mother, Laurie Sarvo, nervously pacing the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computers Bring Donors Together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first-ever chain of transplants is not only the result of amazing generosity -- but of something called paired donation. A potential donor who wants to give a kidney to a friend or loved one, but is not a biological match can now be paired with an appropriate recipient. A computer program connects donors and kidney patients nationwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, the computer matched Matt, who lives in Michigan, with Barb, from Arizona. Her husband, Ron, who was not a suitable donor for his wife, was perfect for Angie in Toledo. And now, Angie's mother, Laurie Sarvo, who was not a match for her daughter, will soon give her kidney to another perfect stranger -- touching off a chain of six more transplants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The simplest way to explain it is 'paying it forward' when it comes to organ transplantation," said Dr. Michael Rees, medical director of the Alliance for Paired Donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The future that I see in America is there will no longer be such a thing as a willing incompatible donor," added Dr Rees. "If you're willing, we're going to get you a transplant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While a family member is usually best, doctors say in some cases a stranger can be an even better match. That means fewer life-threatening complications, and more lives saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a kidney from a living donor, as opposed to a cadaver donor, will also last longer -- 16 years, as opposed to eight, according to Rees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Angie Heckman, this is a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are not even words to say how thankful I am," she said to Ron -- the man she calls her "guardian angel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want her to pay me back," Ron replied. "I just want to keep it going. Keep the chain going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the hope among doctors and patients -- that this cascade of lifesaving miracles, sparked by one selfless act of kindness -- will continue indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on paired donors: http://www.paireddonation.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 ABC News Internet Ventures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-6346154813637006371?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/6346154813637006371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=6346154813637006371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6346154813637006371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6346154813637006371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/08/paired-donation-story.html' title='Paired Donation Story'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-2910786836046493345</id><published>2007-07-25T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:16:38.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>I love to eat. I guess most people enjoy eating but there is something about the way a nice Filet melts in your mouth like butter, or the crisp, crunch as you bite into an apple that I just truly enjoy. It can be at home or at a restaurant it doesnt matter as I love to cook, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch Food Network shows to get ideas. We have cookbooks from at least 3 Food Network chefs, too. Food Network has definitely helped me with my prep and cooking skills. I have a salt cellar filled with kosher salt thanks to Alton Brown's pimping of the products and I cant think of the last time I have used iodized salt. I can say "bam" while adding spices, I use EVOO, and I know that if make a Paula Deen recipe that I need to cut the butter in half or my arteries will be closed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that bothers me immensely from Food TV is things that they forget to show; namely washing of hands. Seriously. How many times have you watched a cooking show and seen the host handle RAW meats (especially chicken) and not wash their hands before handling something else? Or they mention how they need to wash their hands and they turn on the water but dont use soap? Unfortunately people in their homes see this lack of common sense hygiene and dont do it either. People like me with weakened immune systems, thanks to post transplant prescriptions, would really appreciate this being corrected like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of raw chicken... recently I was at a work related luncheon. One of those meetings where you have a set menu (usually poultry) to gobble down [pun intended] while listening to&lt;br /&gt;a speaker/s discuss something for an hour or so. I cut into the chicken and see that is severely undercooked. I politely and quietly get the servers attention and ask for another plate. No problem. My next plate I cut into the thickest part of the chicken and see that it is cooked. I eat for a while until I noticed that at the thin end of the chicken breast it is raw. Not undercooked, but RAW. Not really something I wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me when dining out, the environment is sometimes just as important as the food. Can you go to a baseball game and not crave a hot dog? I smell kabobs with Mediterranean spices and I immediately start searching for the belly dancer. BBQ demands blues to be played in the background. A soft pretzel with cinnamon and sugar requires a group of people to yell "Hey Goalie you suck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, when dining out here is a lesson for current or potential waiters: learn to make change. Not just how to add and subtract but also to think while making change. Say my bill is $14.37 and I hand you a $20, dont give me a $5 bill and 63 cents unless you possess jedi skills that will force me to give you the $5 back as a tip (if you have jedi skills you shouldnt be wasting your powers waiting tables). I tip well but 30%+ is something that I, or most people, don't do. And if I decide to give you $5 it is just as easy for me to do it in 5 ones as it as a $5 with the above mentioned hypothetical dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-2910786836046493345?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/2910786836046493345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=2910786836046493345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2910786836046493345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/2910786836046493345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/07/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-6402302887585025844</id><published>2007-07-09T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:17:49.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Cant Go Home</title><content type='html'>Several months ago my parents realized that they weren't getting any younger and would prefer a smaller yard and a house with fewer steps. So they started looking around and found a house they liked and bought it. That was followed by putting there house up for sale. In less than a week of it being listed, my parents had an offer and closed on it in less than a month (who says the market is getting soft?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into that house when I was 5, maybe 6. Loading up the moving van, I was flooded with memories. I know it was bound to happen but it is kind a weird when it does happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after my wife and I were engaged, I drove her by the area of where the first house I remember living in was. I lived there from when I was 2 until I was 5 or 6. It is now a parking lot for a strip mall. I couldn't show her where the swingset used to be or where I learned to ride a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved into my parents' last house the people that had built it were constantly driving by to see what we were doing to "their" house. They would slow down almost to a stop in front of our house, turn around and drive real slow past it again. They did this until several years ago when they moved a couple of states away. I now know how they felt... I just won't stop in the middle of the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-6402302887585025844?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/6402302887585025844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=6402302887585025844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6402302887585025844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6402302887585025844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-cant-go-home.html' title='You Cant Go Home'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-5308332322357454503</id><published>2007-05-30T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:30:51.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Love</title><content type='html'>Thought I would answer a question that is often asked me (during the first intermission of Game 2 of the Stanley Cup Finals); "Why do you like hockey?" I will start with the obvious answer of it found me a kidney. But the hockey love goes deeper so I guess I should continue my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my first hockey memory has to be 1980 and the Miracle USA team in the Olympics. I dont think I actually watched the game but I remember watching all of the media coverage of team USA beating the USSR and winning Olympic Gold. About this same time Atlanta lost its Hockey team. I had never been to a hockey game but I still felt a since of loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a couple of years and I had a friend that had moved to rural Georgia where I lived (well it was rural then but not so now) from upstate NY. He played hockey. He would regularly wear hockey jerseys to school and I always thought they were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School and I had some AP classes with another hockey player. Although he was an honor student, his favorite part of hockey was the violent hitting and checking. I thought it weird to enjoy being hit but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College comes around and I go to my first hockey game. Last weekend I was at my parents' house cleaning up some things in my old bedroom and ran across the ticket stub for this first game. The Birmingham Bulls were minor minor league hockey but I still remember my fascination with the speed and agility that the players had as they traversed the ice. Yes there was a fight or two that night but it didnt leave as much an impression on me as the finesse of the game. I went back a few more times to watch the Bulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation I, like most recent college grads,  turned to waiting tables while I was looking for a career. Atlanta had a very good minor league  hockey team at that time and I would go to games with a group from the restaurant I worked at. We were frequently there. I didnt understand all of the rules but I enjoyed the fast paced excitement. I started thinking I needed to purchase my first jersey. I even thought that I should pick out a pro team to be "my team" but luckily I didnt as Atlanta soon got a pro team of their own. I kept going to games but honestly I didnt pay for many tickets at first. It seems that I had the luck of knowing people that were always giving away seats and most of those were in suites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife and I were dating I took her to a few games and she enjoyed it. After we got married I looked into buying tickets for a block of games but then I had my kidney problems and the NHL went on strike. The following year we bought tickets and as most of you know that is how I found my donor. This year we bought tickets for more games and watched our first (and the Thrashers' first) playoff hockey game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife and I have had to teach ourselves the rules and we are quick to share our newfound wisdom with others, whether it is friends we take to the game or just people sitting near us that look clueless. Most people in the South can relate to football and if they go to a hockey game they can see a lot of similarities. Hockey is physical but it is also graceful. Watching a play develop into a goal is a beautiful thing to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am sure the game is back underway and so I need to wrap things up here. If you have never been to a hockey game, please let me know. I would love to take you and get you hooked (no pun intended) on one of the best sports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-5308332322357454503?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/5308332322357454503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=5308332322357454503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5308332322357454503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/5308332322357454503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/05/hockey-love.html' title='Hockey Love'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-3255654576177937336</id><published>2007-04-27T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T14:07:20.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and memories</title><content type='html'>A long time ago when I was in college, the M in MTV stood for music. Most of their shows were around music. Sure they had the Real World and Comedy shows and Springer on Spring Break but you got to see a lot of music videos and shows about music (and yes we walked uphill in the snow, barefoot to our one room schoolhouse...). I think one of my favorite shows of this time on MTV was Unplugged. Musicians playing their hits stripped down and acoustic (the music was stripped down, not the musicians). You got to see and hear the music without the aide of audio production that turns mediocre singers into superstars (not naming any names here [cough, boy bands, cough]).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Extreme live in this period of time in a small dive in Alabama and they played More than Words for what they said was the first time live. An acoustic song was a big hit for them due to the success of Unplugged. Other bands quickly rushed to the studio to record and sell their acoustic hits.  I think some of my favorite stuff on Unplugged was the faster, upbeat stuff that you dont think of as traditional acoustic music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were around Upper Alabama (and around the Southeast) in this time period you may remember seeing N-Dangered. Brad Cotter that won Nashville Star a few years ago was a member but I think all of the other members are still around playing (not neccessarily together).  They played mostly the faster stuff from Unplugged along with calls from Tracey for a "Social" after every other song. These guys rocked and I miss seeing them live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you may ask, am I rambling about the good old days that happened over a decade ago? A few weeks ago, I went to see Brothers of a Feather. You may know them better as Chris and Rich Robinson from the Black Crowes. I have seen the Crowes several times and unfortunately they have become more of a hippie jam band live than playing the stuff that I like. As Brothers of a Feather, they play acoustic versions of their old (ie, good) stuff and throw in some covers, too. Loved it! I felt like I was back, sitting on a stump at Brothers listening to N-Dangered.  If only Chris had screamed out "Social!!!!" at least once during the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-3255654576177937336?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/3255654576177937336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=3255654576177937336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/3255654576177937336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/3255654576177937336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/04/music-and-memories.html' title='Music and memories'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-7336597968005895495</id><published>2007-04-26T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:08:29.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Organ Donation</title><content type='html'>The last week or so have found me thinking about and talking about organ donation. A friend that is also a lobbyist is about to have his transplant (that will make 3 of us in 3 years... maybe we should start our own caucus). Last Friday I learned about an FBI agent in Chicago that gave a kidney to someone he didnt know (drop me a message and I will send you a link to his excellent blog). Saturday I was asked to speak at my old dialysis clinic about PD and transplant. While I was there I met a friend of a friend that is waiting on his transplant. We had emailed each other a few times but actually met for the first time last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Organ Donor recognition day at the State Capitol. I have been the last 3 or 4 years and this year's event was the largest yet (and my first post transplant). Several donor families spoke about their experience, some living donors spoke, and a couple of recipiants also spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman is a foster parent. Her foster son needed a transplant and she ended up being a perfect match. He is the cutest four year old you have ever met. The odds of the two of them being a match is so rare (kinda like being a match with someone you meet through a hockey message board) that it makes you really believe in fate/destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another woman lost one of her sons 2 years ago and 7 people were able to be helped through his death by receiving organs. I cant imagine the grief that this mother had to go through with the death of her young son but the fact that she was adament about helping others is something truly special. Last fall her older son learned that a friend of his needed a kidney and so he gave one of his. What an incredible story of an incredible family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being in 6th or 7th grade and somehow we began discussing being an organ donor. Most of my peers were adamantly opposed to it (at 12 or 13) but for some reason me and a couple of others were not. When I got my drivers license I also signed up to officially be an organ donor. I never knew that I would need an organ but I felt strongly about being a donor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As National Organ and Tissue Donation Awareness month winds down, please take time out to seriously think about being an organ donor and signing the back of your drivers license (or downloading a card off the internet) and letting your family know your wishes. Almost 100,000 Americans need a transplant. Every 12 minutes, someone else is added to the transplant waiting list. 18 people die every day while waiting for a transplant. Please help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thank you Brandi for helping me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-7336597968005895495?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/7336597968005895495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=7336597968005895495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/7336597968005895495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/7336597968005895495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/04/organ-donation.html' title='Organ Donation'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-6946088717467586299</id><published>2007-04-12T16:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:37:30.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day. Not going to post many details other than saying that somethings are in play for 2 clients that are good for them and by extension, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and playoff hockey starts tonight in Atlanta. That is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of long blogs that I have been mentally writing and will try to get up soon. One is on music and memories, and the other is why would a good southern boy have like me have an interest in hockey (since I have been asked that hundreds of times).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-6946088717467586299?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/6946088717467586299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=6946088717467586299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6946088717467586299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/6946088717467586299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-3321293671568197273</id><published>2007-03-28T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T09:09:23.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Fog</title><content type='html'>The pollen count is ridiculously high. Everything is a nasty yellowish green. Monday I did a drive thru car wash after buying gas on my way to a meeting. Yesterday, my vehicle was back to being yellow-green in color. I could use the ice scraper to get the pollen off of the windows of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad is the pollen? Yesterday I had to come home around lunchtime to get some things I had left here. Heading back downtown I decide to stop at a burger joint. The main exit with the most fastfood places between my house and downtown is also home to people selling drugs or their bodies. As I am waiting for my order, I notice a group of women working their particular area of sidewalk. One had on her booty shorts and a bare midriff top. As she was attempting to wave down cars with one hand, the other hand was holding up a surgical mask. I wish I had a camera on me to take a photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume that the surgical mask was to lessen the effects of the pollen but I could be wrong. Would it hinder her normal clientele to see her with a mask on? Would the johns even think that maybe she has some kind of communicable disease? I guess if they thought that they wouldnt be stopping to pick her or her coworkers up anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-3321293671568197273?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/3321293671568197273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=3321293671568197273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/3321293671568197273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/3321293671568197273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/03/green-fog.html' title='Green Fog'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-7008966097340812820</id><published>2007-03-13T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:29:53.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>This past weekend the wife and I took a little trip. We went to south Florida. Although we did go to a hockey game, the trip was also a chance for us to get away for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Florida Panthers' arena is in the middle of nowhere which means there are no hotels close by (but it does mean free parking at the arena).  We ended up staying about 10-15 minutes away at a nice hotel with a heated, rooftop pool. We checked into the hotel, ate lunch, and I got to swim for the first time in over two and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on hemodialysis I had to be careful about getting my port wet (no showers and no swimming). When I was on peritonial dialysis I was told to avoid swimming, too. So the hotel having a heated pool meant swimming for me in early March. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those that may ask, yes anti-rejection drugs do raise your chances of getting skin cancer (of course having a fair complexion helps raise the chances too) and yes I was wearing waterproof sunscreen with an SPF of 5 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thrashers lost the game but swimming almost made up for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-7008966097340812820?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/7008966097340812820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=7008966097340812820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/7008966097340812820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/7008966097340812820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/03/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-117088888777922978</id><published>2007-02-07T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:54:47.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who You Effect</title><content type='html'>About a month after my transplant my donor's husband's employer did a story on us and the transplant on their website. For some reason I printed out a handful of copies and left them at the transplant center's waiting area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks go by and someone saw a copy, read it and contacted my donor's husband (since his email was listed in the story). This person was at the transplant clinic to find out if they were able to donate a kidney to a distant family member that they didnt know too well. This person had reservations about going through with it since they didnt know each other too well but after reading of the selflessness of my donor in giving to someone she didnt know, this person decided to go through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days ago, my donor's husband was cleaning out his email inbox and found the original email that he and his wife had responded to. He wondered whatever happened to this person and sent them an email. He heard back from this person's spouse over the weekend. Last Friday, this person gave their distant relative a kidney. Both donor and recipient were doing fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-117088888777922978?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/117088888777922978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=117088888777922978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/117088888777922978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/117088888777922978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-you-effect.html' title='Who You Effect'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-116403696129636346</id><published>2006-11-20T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:36:02.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>Everybody sleeps differently. Some stay in one position all night, while others toss and turn all night. Some prefer to sleep on their back while others like their side or stomach. Up until I learned of my kidney failure, I preferred to sleep on my stomach. After starting hemodialysis I had to sleep on my side. Didnt matter which side, but with a port in my neck/chest area I couldnt sleep on my stomach at all. Sure I could have slept on my back but I have never been able to do that unless on a hammoc with a gentle breeze blowing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I started Peritoneal Dialysis I could only sleep on my left side. Somehow on my right side it would interfere with my dialysis machine and all kinds of alarms would go off. I would then have to wake up, reset the machine, and then make sure I fell asleep on my left side. Sometimes I would hook up to the machine early and read or watch tv for a while. I would then go to sleep on my left side but would wake up when the dialysis was complete, unhook from the machine, and then go back to sleep on my right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post transplant I cant go to sleep on my stomach as it feels weird. What is weirder is after sleeping mostly on my left side for almost 2 years, I now can only fall to sleep on my right side. Now that it is getting colder, my wife's dog likes to snuggle up behind the bend of my leg to stay warm. Of course I have also had to learn not to roll over in the middle of the night without waking the dog first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-116403696129636346?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/116403696129636346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=116403696129636346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/116403696129636346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/116403696129636346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/11/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-116284914713709706</id><published>2006-11-06T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T16:39:07.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houses</title><content type='html'>Wifey and I like to go look at new houses. Model homes are good places to get ideas of how to decorate and what works and what doesnt work. Sometimes we go to open houses that charge for a tour with the proceeds going to charity. Last year we went to a house that was decorated by several art galleries. Some of the art was crap but it was still neat to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to look at a house with the proceeds going to a camp that is ran for kids with special needs. The house was a monster. It had over 10,000 square feet. Every other room was decorated by a different interior designer so there was little flow going from room to room. I think our favorite rooms were in the basement. They had a home theater (you could pause a movie in there and then finish watching it in another room of the house) that seated 10. They had a gentleman's lounge complete with pool table, poker table, bar, and 4 flat screen tvs. They also had a spa suite (sauna, steam shower, masage area, etc.). Our least favorite room was the kitchen. It was huge but decorated horribly. Anyway, the house was ok but the charity was worthwhile so we are glad we went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-116284914713709706?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/116284914713709706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=116284914713709706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/116284914713709706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/116284914713709706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/11/houses.html' title='Houses'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-116222283828670780</id><published>2006-10-30T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:40:38.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Boy</title><content type='html'>We moved into our subdivision about 3 and a half years ago. Not long after moving in, we were greeted by a naked boy running around in his front yard. I am guessing that at that time he was around 2. Although it is not a daily occurance, it is a frequent occurance to see him in the yard. Sometimes he has shoes on (and nothing else) but usually he is completely naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, we were heading out. As we were getting ready to pass naked boy's home, we slowed down to see if he would be in the yard and sure enough there he was. But since it was starting to get a little chilly out, he was wearing a shirt but nothing else as he rode his bicycle with its training wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main thought about this is in a time when Dateline NBC is showing a sting that happened about 75 miles from here, when John Mark Karr (although not found guilty of any crime but yet he admitted to things) was staying 20 miles away for a couple of weeks, and when Congressman Foley is sending explicit emails to minors you would think that Naked boy's parents would keep their child's nakedness indoors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-116222283828670780?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/116222283828670780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=116222283828670780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/116222283828670780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/116222283828670780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/10/naked-boy.html' title='Naked Boy'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-116075353511396961</id><published>2006-10-13T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:32:15.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>I think most of you know that I met my kidney donor through a website for local hockey fans. Obviously I am happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, the internet played another important part in my life. Six years ago I met my wife in person for the first time. We had met via the internet and talked on the phone and then finally met in person. I knew from the first time I met her that there was something special about her and I am glad she is in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-116075353511396961?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/116075353511396961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=116075353511396961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/116075353511396961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/116075353511396961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/10/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-115974624761145918</id><published>2006-10-01T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T19:44:07.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>So last week I shipped my dialysis machine back. Friday the company picked up all of the supplies. Saturday we went out of town for a quick overnight trip. It was weird but good to check into a hotel or go somewhere without having to plan about worrying about where to plug in the machine, packing up all of the supplies, etc. I am enjoying this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-115974624761145918?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/115974624761145918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=115974624761145918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115974624761145918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115974624761145918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-115914524144480143</id><published>2006-09-24T20:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T20:47:21.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Season Again</title><content type='html'>Two home pre-season games already. Man have I missed hockey season. Wednesday night there was nobody at the game so we sat next to the ice. You can really see things like the way the puck bounces on the ice. Unfortunately sitting that close you do miss some stuff and cant see the whole rink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's game we brought some friends as we had extra tickets (they have a hard time filling the seats to pre-season games so they give freebies away). We sat in our new regular seats. Like them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom will soon be going with us to her first hockey game. That will be interesting I am sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-115914524144480143?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/115914524144480143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=115914524144480143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115914524144480143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115914524144480143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/09/hockey-season-again_24.html' title='Hockey Season Again'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-115914523815956053</id><published>2006-09-24T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T20:47:18.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Season Again</title><content type='html'>Two home pre-season games already. Man have I missed hockey season. Wednesday night there was nobody at the game so we sat next to the ice. You can really see things like the way the puck bounces on the ice. Unfortunately sitting that close you do miss some stuff and cant see the whole rink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's game we brought some friends as we had extra tickets (they have a hard time filling the seats to pre-season games so they give freebies away). We sat in our new regular seats. Like them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom will soon be going with us to her first hockey game. That will be interesting I am sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-115914523815956053?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/115914523815956053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=115914523815956053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115914523815956053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115914523815956053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/09/hockey-season-again.html' title='Hockey Season Again'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-115895132373076372</id><published>2006-09-22T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:55:23.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey and Kidney</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.atlantathrashers.com/images/content_left_brdr.gif" height="2" width="12" /&gt;              &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="480"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td align="left" bg height="20" valign="top" width="480" style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thrashers Hockey Saves A Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What would you be willing to do to save the life of a family member? A friend? An acquaintance? How about a complete stranger?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Ben Wright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago Thrashers fan Andy Freeman got some startling news: his kidneys were failing and he was in need of a kidney transplant. He immediately began going to a clinic three times a week for hemodialysis, a three-to-four hour process that involved having his blood removed from his body, cleaned, and filtered back into his system.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Time consuming and tiring - not to mention inconvenient for someone who works - hemodialysis was a temporary solution. After five months of it Andy switched to peritoneal dialysis, a procedure which could be done at home while he slept. Most importantly, as he put it with a laugh, it allowed him to eat and drink almost anything he wanted, as long as he watched his sodium intake. At the same time he was placed on the transplant list to receive a kidney. Each year in Georgia approximately 300 kidney transplants are performed, but there are more than 1500 people on the waiting list and the list keeps growing. Faced with a lengthy wait Andy got to work looking for a donor on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.atlantathrashers.com/Resources/News/brandiandy_091706_460.jpg" border="1" height="300" width="460" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andy Freeman and Brandi Shaw the day before transplant surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One by one family, friends, and acquaintances went and got tested, but for one reason or another none of them made it through a rigorous organ donor screening process that involves a whole lot more than medical exams. Some came close, but none of them were approved as suitable donors for Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he continued his search for a donor Andy went on with his life, working as a government lobbyist and keeping up with the Thrashers. As long-time casual fans Andy and his wife had been to many games with friends and co-workers, but when it came time for the 2005-06 Thrashers season they opted to get a ticket package of their own. Little did they know that immersing themselves in Thrashers hockey would be a life-saving experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he geared up for the season Andy searched the Internet for a Thrashers message board that suited his taste where he could talk hockey and get to know some fellow fans. As a result he became friends with many members of the Nasty Nest fan site. Known for being loud and rambunctious, the group shared Andy's passion for the Thrashers, even though the Freeman's seats weren't with the rest of the group. Through his interaction with his new-found friends it became known that Andy was looking for a kidney donor. On a whim he set his message board signature to say "Does anyone have an extra kidney they can give me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where Brandi Shaw comes in. The Ohio native and mother of two girls had been in Atlanta for the better part of 13 years, and was becoming a first-time ticket plan holder. Brandi's husband Doug met Andy while watching a Thrashers road game with some other Nasty Nest members at a local sports restaurant. They spoke on a few occasions and Doug became familiar with Andy's plight. A short time later Brandi saw Andy's signature on the message boards and asked her husband if Andy really needed a kidney. When she found out that he was indeed looking for a donor she casually asked her husband to find out what Andy's blood type was. Lo and behold, they were a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting Andy at a Thrashers game, Brandi talked to him about his situation and asked about the process for finding out if she was a suitable donor. Surprised that someone he barely knew would be willing to make such a sacrifice, Andy explained how it worked, all the while telling Brandi she was under no pressure to go through with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined to help, Brandi went through the screening process even though conventional wisdom said the odds of being a perfect match for a non-relative were astronomical. At each stage Andy reconciled himself to the possibility Brandi would be ruled out, much like the more than 20 people who had been screened before her. Amazingly, Brandi cleared each hurdle, passed each test, and in early July she was declared a suitable transplant candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 16, with the full support of their spouses and families, Andy Freeman and Brandi Shaw checked into Piedmont Hospital's transplant wing. The next day Brandi gave Andy, a complete stranger just ten months before, an absolutely priceless gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For somebody that you don't even know, for them to be willing to do that - it's absolutely phenomenal," said Andy a week after the surgery. "There are a lot of people that offer to be a donor but most of them never go through with it. We'd only met once, so I didn't really think she was going to go through with it. But the more I got to know her, the more I thought it could happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one to get his hopes up after so many disappointments, Andy didn't let himself really believe that he was finally going to receive the life-saving gift of Brandi's kidney until the entire screening process was completed in early July. At each step Andy and the doctors reminded Brandi that she was under no obligation to go through with the surgery.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As she recalled, "Even as I was being wheeled off to surgery one of the nurses said I could still call it off. I told her it was too late. I was too prepped to not go ahead with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buoyed by the support of their families, friends, and fellow Thrashers fans, Brandi and Andy are well on their way to full recoveries and the transplanted kidney is fully functional inside its new host. Brandi beat Andy out of the hospital by a few hours on August 21 and returned to work as a teacher after Labor Day. Andy's recovery will take a little while longer as his body adjusts to being able to clean its own blood rather than depend on dialysis as it has for the last two years. As luck would have it, Andy was cleared to resume driving and other normal activities on September 14 - just in time for the beginning of Thrashers training camp, which he took in on September 15.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://atlantathrashers.com/Resources/News/brandiandyex_091706_460.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Garnet Exelby poses with Brandi and Andy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 17 The Shaw and Freeman families were special guests of Garnet Exelby at the practice facility in Duluth. Exelby had heard about Andy and Brandi's incredible story and called them shortly after their surgeries to invite them up to training camp. After practice on Sunday the big defenseman gave the Freemans and Shaws a behind-the-scenes tour of the practice facility, giving them a glimpse of the day-to-day operations of the Thrashers, and stopping to pose for occasional pictures. The group also had a chance to meet Coach Bob Hartley and forward Jimmy Slater, both of whom had heard about the transplant and were excited to see Andy and Brandi back in action and ready for the 2006-07 Thrashers season.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://atlantathrashers.com/Resources/News/brandiandygroup_091706_460.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L-R: Coach Bob Hartley, Jimmy Slater, Emily Freeman, Brandi Shaw, Emma Shaw, Andy Freeman, Garnet Exelby, Mary Shaw, Doug Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the surgery marked what everyone hopes is the end of a long and arduous process for Andy and Brandi, it's also the beginning of an exciting period for both of their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before being diagnosed with kidney failure Andy had done some work with the National Kidney Foundation of Georgia. Now he is on their board of directors and working to raise awareness and funds for the group. As a fortuitous side effect, the screening process that eliminated several potential donors helped them discover that they had health issues of their own they needed to deal with, including hypertension and diabetes. Had it not been for the screening process those conditions may have gone undetected for a longer period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi's incredible act of compassion has opened the door for her and her husband Doug to spread the word about being a living organ donor. It has also led to people approaching them to inquire about ways that they can get involved with the National Kidney Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Doug put it, "So many incredible things have come out of this experience. After seeing the whole process and the impact it has had on us and on Andy and his family, I want to do everything I can to help other people. If I was medically able to give an organ, I'd do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about being a kidney donor please consult the &lt;a href="http://www.kidneyga.org/"&gt;National Kidney Foundation of Georgia website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photos provided by Mary Jane Crewe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://atlantathrashers.com/Resources/News/exelbysign_091706_460.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Garnet Exelby signs Mary Shaw's jersey as her father and sister look on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://atlantathrashers.com/Resources/News/exelbygroup_091706_460.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exelby shows his guests around the Duluth training facility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://atlantathrashers.com/Resources/News/extrainingroom_091706_460.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exelby answers a question from Mary Shaw in the thrashers training room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://atlantathrashers.com/Resources/News/exelbyslater_091706_460.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Freemans, Shaws and Garnet Exelby joke with Jimmy Slater about his video game rating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ben Wright is the Web site Assistant for the Atlanta Thrashers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-115895132373076372?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/115895132373076372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=115895132373076372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115895132373076372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115895132373076372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/09/hockey-and-kidney.html' title='Hockey and Kidney'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-115798809229006663</id><published>2006-09-11T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:21:32.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>This is my last couple of days before I get back out in public and before I drive. Everything is going great post-transplant and I have many people to thank for that. I feel like I just won an Oscar, so before the music starts because I am rambling too long let me get these thank you's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my donor. Unless you have been through this, you cant imagine the gratitude that I have for this person. A year ago, we had never met and now I have a part of her in me, working to keep my alive. She and her family are special people. I know I have said this before, but I am glad we have gotten to know each other, even if it hadnt worked out for me to get a kidney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hospital. Although you never really enjoy a hospital stay, I can say that my stay during my transplant was probably the best stay I have ever had in a hospital. They are truly centered around the patient and their needs. Mad props also to the doctors, nurses and staff that oversaw my transplant and are working to keep me healthy post transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, family and people I dont know. From my hospital stay through now, I have had more calls, cards, emails and visits than I can count. One friend from college drove a couple of hours from a neighboring state just to visit me  while I was in the hospital. Letters from people I dont know have made their way to me including my sister's county commissioner 4 hours and another state away. He has never met me but somehow he knew to send me a card (now if he would just return a constituent's call from my sister...). I even got an email from the doctor that performed the first kidney transplant in GA 40 years ago. My parents have spent a couple of days a week with me for the last couple of weeks to help around the house and to take me to the Doctor. All of these have meant a lot to me and my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atlanta Thrashers. I met my donor through hockey and the local NHL team found out about our story and have been good to us. One of their players called when we got out of the hospital to check in on us. More stuff is coming but I will wait to give details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife. Obviously when we married 3 years ago, my wife didnt envision that any of this would be part of our daily lives. Even though our lives have been changed and certain plans put on hold, she has been a source of strength to me throughout this entire process. I know it hasnt been easy on her, but I am forever grateful for the strength and love she has shown me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-115798809229006663?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/115798809229006663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=115798809229006663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115798809229006663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115798809229006663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-115644810367393708</id><published>2006-08-24T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:35:03.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>So the surgery went well and things are looking great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a lot of the Little League World Series while in the hospital and since I have been home. Mostly been a defensive series since they moved the outfield fence back this year. I watched a no-hitter pitched by a 12 year old the other night. Wow!!! This is what baseball should be about. I like minor league ball cause the players are trying to make it to the majors and giving it their all (as are the little leaguers) but I dont always feel that major leaguers are giving it their all and are more interested in making their millions but that is just me. One kid playing in the Little League series was 6'8" at 13 years old, who played for the Saudi Arabian team. I think his dad is an American working in the oil fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of series, I also got to watch some of the World Series of Poker main event this week. I was excited to see my least favorite pro, Phil Hellmuth, lose early on the first day. Hellmuth likes to say that he is the best no limit player ever so to watch him have to have a big heaping helping of crowe early on was awesome. He would get a pair of 10's and someone at the table would have a pair of Jacks. Queens for Phil and somebody at the table would have pocket rockets. The winner of the main event this year took home around $12 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dogs were excited to see me when I got home from the hospital. They missed their daddy. The little girl likes to jump up on me but she hasnt this week. It is weird, but the dogs sense that something is wrong and are protecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting kinda tired of chicken. It seems that everybody that has brought something over to the house has brought some kind of chicken dish. My donor is experiencing the same thing. It's not that we are ungrateful for people thinking of us, it's just that we getting kinda tired of chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received a phone call from a player from the Atlanta Thrashers, Garnett Exelby. X is ranked as the #2 defenseman in the NHL and just wanted to call and wish me well. I will give more details later after my donor gets her call. Seems she didnt recognize the phone number when he called and so she didnt answer it. Instead she got a great voicemail promising a return phone call this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-115644810367393708?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/115644810367393708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=115644810367393708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115644810367393708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115644810367393708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/08/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-115561027520094045</id><published>2006-08-14T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:51:15.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the Week Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>So, if you know me you know that this is a BIG week for me. Thursday I am set for a kidney transplant. You have no idea how excited I am. And just like when you are a little tyke and Christmas is getting near, I am finding it hard to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not worried or nervous about the surgery. I have talked to people that have had the operation so I know what to expect. The hospital that I am having the surgery has a better than normal record for surgical success and my surgeon is one of the tops in the country for kidney transplants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the surgery gets closer I keep thinking about some of the changes that will soon be happening. Today I had what I hope is one of the last shots of epogin that I will have to have for sometime (I have had to take a shot a week for almost 2 years as a part of being a dialysis patient). I only have 2 more times to do dialysis (even though I do PD and it is far better than Hemo, I hate having to have my life revolve around my machine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at the kindness of strangers. I have gotten a lot of prayers and well wishes from people that I barely know but that pales in comparsion to my donor; I mean we had only met once or maybe twice before she expressed an interest in seeing if she was a match or not. Now, they are like a second family. They are great people that I am glad I have gotten to know, even if there wasnt a kidney involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon my life is going to change in a big way. Soon I will be able to lead an almost normal life for the first time in almost two years. I know I will have to take a ton of pills for the rest of my life and that there will be things I cant do that I have enjoyed in my past, but to be able to live an almost normal life is a great thing that I am looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the odds are that I will have to have at least one more transplant in my lifetime but I am thankful for the life I have had and the life I have yet to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-115561027520094045?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/115561027520094045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=115561027520094045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115561027520094045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115561027520094045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/08/like-week-before-christmas.html' title='Like the Week Before Christmas'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-115456289903944796</id><published>2006-08-02T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:54:59.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidewalks</title><content type='html'>When the wife and I bought our house, one of the big selling points was the sidewalks that connect the entire subdivision. Too bad most of the residents dont use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter what time of day or day of the week people will walk in the middle of the road. Young or old, male or female it doesnt matter. The other day I was coming home and a father was busy teaching his toddler how to ride a tricycle. Were they on the sidewalk? No. Were they in their driveway? No. Sidestreet? No. They were in the middle of the main road of our subdivision and the father look perturbed that I was interrupting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it. I really dont. Unfortunately it is likely that one day someone in our subdivision is going to be injured because of the volume of people that never use the sidewalks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-115456289903944796?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/115456289903944796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=115456289903944796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115456289903944796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115456289903944796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/08/sidewalks.html' title='Sidewalks'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-115291675154663946</id><published>2006-07-14T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:39:11.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Camper</title><content type='html'>Today I went out with some folks from the Kidney Foundation to &lt;a href="http://camptwinlakes.org/"&gt;Camp Twin Lakes&lt;/a&gt;. The camp is a camp exclusively for kids with special needs. It is about an hour east of Atlanta. Various groups use the camp for a weekend or a week for camp. This week was the Kidney Foundation's Camp Independence for kids on dialysis, with chronic kidney disease, or have had a kidney or other kind of transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp has everything that kids would want. It has horses, a ropes course, fishing, arts and crafts, swimming pool with water slide, archery, mini-golf, tennis, boats, and many other things. Everything is wheelchair accessible. There is also an infirmary where the kids go for hemodialysis if they are on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great watching over 100 kids be kids. They didnt have to worry about being different. They didnt have to worry about what they can and cant eat. They boys could take off their shirts and swim without having to worry what the other kids would think about their scars or if they were a little puffy from taking steroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I really enjoyed going out to the camp and the whole experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-115291675154663946?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/115291675154663946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=115291675154663946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115291675154663946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115291675154663946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-camper.html' title='Happy Camper'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-115271703592353170</id><published>2006-07-12T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:10:35.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Were You When...</title><content type='html'>In all of our lives there are events that sears itself in our memories. I vividly remember when I first learned of the first space shuttle disaster. I can tell you where I was, who I was with and what I was doing. Our parents remember when Kennedy was shot in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember the first time I saw my niece, the first time I met my wife and when I proposed to her. I remember vividly the way my wife looked at our wedding. I remember just staring at her throughout the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had an event happen to me that I will forever remember the details surrounding it. As most of you know, about 2 years ago I ound out that my kidneys had shut down. Yesterday I received a call from someone that matched as a donor and now we are trying to set up a date for the surgery to occur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-115271703592353170?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/115271703592353170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=115271703592353170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115271703592353170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115271703592353170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-were-you-when.html' title='Where Were You When...'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-115161156561283630</id><published>2006-06-29T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T16:06:05.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small world</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up, it seemed whenever we would go on a vacation of some kind we would run into someone we knew. Usually it was my dad that would run into a former student of his or someone he went to college with. One time at Disneyworld we were waiting in line for something and dad started talking to the couplein front of us. Dad kept saying that the husband looked familiar. Long story short, the husband was the child of a couple of people he had taught when he was doing his student teaching and somehow dad could see the family resemblence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife and I started dating we went to a baseball game. We had a little wager on who would run into people they knew first. She thought she would run into some of her students or other fellow teachers. The game hadn't even started and I had ran into like 4 or 5 people I knew including a security guard and one of the beer guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we took a long weekend away. Saturday we were walking down the street in Gatlinburg and I look up and see a wife of a cousin. We talked for a while and my cousin came up while we were talking. Monday we were checking into a hotel in Cherokee, NC and we ran into a woman that just retired from where my wife teaches. It was too surreal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-115161156561283630?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/115161156561283630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=115161156561283630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115161156561283630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115161156561283630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a small world'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-115066989661817690</id><published>2006-06-18T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:31:36.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's your fault</title><content type='html'>The other night wifey and I went out to grab a bite to eat. The first place was closed (unfotunately they have weird hours). We ended up going to an Asian themed restuarant. It is an all you can eat buffett place with a twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick up a bowl at what looks like a salad bar. You decide on type of noodles or rice. Next you pick out your vegetables and sauces. They had probably 15 sauces to choose from and even tell you what they are made from in case you have allergies or dietary concerns. Next you grab a small bowl and pick out your meat (or tofu) and then what you want to season the meat. Finally you drop it off at the grill where the cooks stir fry it and then your waiter brings it to your table when it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you arent good at picking out what would taste good together then it is your fault that your meal isnt tasty. Then again, it is all you can eat so you can keep experimenting until you find what you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are ice cream places that are similar to this. You pick out a flavor and then select various toppings to be combined with your ice cream. Unfortunately the ice cream places that do this arent all you can eat so pick carefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-115066989661817690?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/115066989661817690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=115066989661817690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115066989661817690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/115066989661817690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-your-fault.html' title='It&apos;s your fault'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114998110804914515</id><published>2006-06-10T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:11:48.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Blog</title><content type='html'>This blog may be a little longer than most of mine and it wont be  just one train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day weekend my sister and her family came down to my parents, and more importantly this gave me a chance to see my niece. She is almost 4 and a half. After we had eaten dinner, we were picking at her asking her about her boyfriends (she once told us that she would be married by the time she was  5 so we were checking to see if we needed to start planning...). She listed off several boys but then she declared that I was her mostest favorite boyfriend. I am a lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day, wifey and I went to see some minor league hockey. A local team was in the championships of their league. While waiting in line to buy tickets, a friend spotted us. He had extra tickets to a suite that a client had given him. So we went into the suite and enjoyed the free refreshments. I enjoy minor league baseball and I used to enjoy the minor league hockey team that Atlanta had (the Knights) but this wasnt fun to watch. The skating and the passing was horrible and these were the top 2 teams in the league. The officiating was horrible, too. They had ads on the loud speakers it seemed almost every 30 seconds. The funniest thing was that the majority of the adds were for dentists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went with a friend and his wife to see 38 Special. It was at a small outdoor venue near my house. Edgar Winters was the opening act. I worked radio while in college. I remember Edgar but I couldnt place any songs and after last night I still dont remember any of his songs. 38 is made up of most of the original members; Donnie Van Zandt is still the lead singer but Don Barnes is still the guy that sings most of the songs. I know that is confusing but that is how it is. The show was great. After the show I got to meet Edgar Winters... During the show, my friend and I came up with a list of things you have to have if your last name is Van Zandt and you sing for a band:&lt;br /&gt;1) Your last name has to end with "NNIE" as in Johnnie, Donnie, and Ronnie. Somewhere out there is probably a Bonnie, Connie or Lonnie Van Zandt...&lt;br /&gt;2) You have to have long, stringy, dirty blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;3) You have to have a beard. (This maybe difficult if there is a Connie or Bonnie...)&lt;br /&gt;4) You have to wear a dark colored, long sleeve shirt untucked. The shirt also needs to be unbuttoned to the navel.&lt;br /&gt;5) You have to wear a black cowboy hat.&lt;br /&gt;6) If you dont have a guitar strapped around you, you have to pace the stage while holding the mic stand at all times.&lt;br /&gt;You may not find the humor or truth in the above statements but if you have ever seen 38 Special or Lynard Skynard, you will understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114998110804914515?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114998110804914515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114998110804914515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114998110804914515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114998110804914515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-blog.html' title='Long Blog'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114925739133172129</id><published>2006-06-02T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T10:09:51.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who thought that up?</title><content type='html'>I have participated in focus groups before.  Last year while in Vegas, the wife and I participated in a focus group on tv shows. We had been walking around and were approached to come into the ac, drink some soft drinks, watch some tv and get paid. We watched several shows that were supposedly coming soon to tv (I have yet to see any of them since then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a kid I got paid at a mall to look at movie posters for some upcoming movies and determine which was the best poster for each film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of companies (and even would be politicians) use focus groups to determine if an idea is a good one or not. I bring this up because of something I have seen that I find hard to believe that any real thought was put into it or the public's approval was even sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC is advertising a lot on the Stanley Cup playoffs. They have a new menu item that they are pushing. Whenever this ad is on, I have to turn the channel. They take mashed potatoes, add a layer of corn and then some chicken nuggets. That is topped with gravy and then a layer of cheese. Are they serious? WHO EATS THIS STUFF? It looks sooooo disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114925739133172129?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114925739133172129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114925739133172129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114925739133172129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114925739133172129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-thought-that-up.html' title='Who thought that up?'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114901808816282759</id><published>2006-05-30T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:52:36.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I have found an easy way to help out charities and hope that you will help out, too. It is with GoodSearch. You use  GoodSearch.com like any other search engine - the site is powered by Yahoo! -  but each time you do, money is generated for charities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here’s how it works:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:7;"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Go to &lt;a title="http://www.goodsearch.com/" href="http://www.goodsearch.com/"&gt;www.goodsearch.com&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:7;"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Type NKF GA into the “I support” box and click on  “verify”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:7;"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Search the Internet just  like you would with any search engine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:7;"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Since GoodSearch shares  its advertising revenue with charities and schools, everytime you search the  Internet at GoodSearch, you’ll be earning money for the National Kidney Foundation of Georgia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;GoodSearch  also has a toolbar you can download from the homepage so that you can search  right from the top of your browser, whether you use Internet Explorer or Firefox. This is how I do it as it makes it so much easier.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can  keep track of our estimated earnings by clicking on “amount raised” once you  designate Kidney Foundation as your organization of choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The more people who use the site, the more money the National Kidney Foundation will earn to find ways to prevent or maybe one day cure kidney failure, so please  spread the word!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114901808816282759?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114901808816282759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114901808816282759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114901808816282759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114901808816282759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/05/helping-out.html' title='Helping Out'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114747130980699686</id><published>2006-05-12T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:01:49.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea</title><content type='html'>I love tea. I was raised in the south so of course I love tea. It has to be sweet and over ice. When drinking regular or table tea, I like it with a lemon but prefer a lime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago(about 12 or 13) I went to England for about 8 or 9 days with my sister. There was a mad cow scare going on at the time so we ate a lot of lamb. Now I like lamb but after eating it for 2 meals a day for a week, I got tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in England I had a lot of tea. I really developed an appreciation for tea. I came home from that trip and bought all of the things needed to make a proper glass of tea. After a while, good tea was something I only made for special occasions because it took way too long to make it the correct way. I would enjoy it at Starbucks (since I dont drink coffee) on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my wife and I were out shopping. We stopped in a tea store so I could buy a glass of good tea. They had a &lt;a href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/teavana_1893_34107134"&gt;tea maker&lt;/a&gt; for sale that after seeing in action, I had to buy. It made making a proper glass of tea easy and quick. So I purchased one and some loose leaf tea. Last week I bought some more loose leaf tea to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to rediscover the joys of a good glass of tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114747130980699686?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114747130980699686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114747130980699686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114747130980699686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114747130980699686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/05/tea.html' title='Tea'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114651282661496503</id><published>2006-05-01T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T15:47:06.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Television</title><content type='html'>I have been watching the NHL Stanley cup playoffs for the last couple of weeks. I wish that my team had made the playoffs but I still like watching the games. I have Center Ice on our cable which allows me to watch the games that are not on NBC and OLN. These games are also broadcast by one of the teams playing so you get to watch tv and ads from other parts of the US and Canada. The commercials ran elsewhere are different than the ones ran here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC doesnt use "Sweet Home Alabama" as the music in their ads they run in Canada. Which reminds me, why would they use that song here? Sweet Home Alabama doesnt mention chicken or Kentucky (the K in KFC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's has a special Carolina Classic burger that they sell in North Carolina that they dont sell here or probably anywhere else. It has coleslaw and BBQ sauce on it.  The picture they show on the ad does not look too appetizing either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114651282661496503?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114651282661496503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114651282661496503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114651282661496503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114651282661496503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/05/television.html' title='Television'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114583906726537939</id><published>2006-04-23T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:37:47.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Life Month</title><content type='html'>April is organ donation awareness month sometimes reffered to as Give Life month. Last week I attended an event at the state capitol. They use this gathering to honor donors and families of donors here in Georgia. It was a very moving and emotional ceremony. The following poem was read at the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+3;"&gt;To Remember Me - I will live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Robert N. Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;a mattress located in a hospital; busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;help others lead fuller lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Explore every corner of my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain agianst her window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all prejudice against my fellow man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Give my sins to the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Give my soul to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Robert N. Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114583906726537939?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114583906726537939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114583906726537939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114583906726537939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114583906726537939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/04/give-life-month.html' title='Give Life Month'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114539574669640969</id><published>2006-04-18T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:29:06.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Q</title><content type='html'>I love good BBQ. I love the smokey flavor. I love tomato and mustard based sauces. Every now and then I even like the Carolina vinegar style. I have even had white BBQ sauce and found it ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I learned that there is another style of sauce. I have only found it near where we live and that is the Worstershire based sauce. I dont mean using just a little worstershire for flavor (not that I like that either) but I am talking where it is the dominant ingredient of the sauce. Easily over 50+% of the sauce. I dont understand this nor do I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be a BBQ place near our house but it is not there anymore. I went a few times but wasnt a big fan of it (despite the raves of locals) because of their Worstershire sauce. After I realized that they had other sauces but you just had to specify what you wanted (otherwise you got the worst sauce....  literally), I decided that it was decent que and went several times until it closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I made ribs. I made my own rub and my own sauce. It was tomato based. Initially it was sweet to the taste but after you swallowed you had a nice little bite of spice and heat, but not too much. It was one of my favorite sauces I have ever made.  MMmmmm. I am getting hungry now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114539574669640969?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114539574669640969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114539574669640969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114539574669640969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114539574669640969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/04/q.html' title='Q'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114505706503597772</id><published>2006-04-14T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:32:26.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifelong Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Charlie Brown said it best: "There are three things in life that people like to&lt;br /&gt;stare at: a flowing stream, a crackling fire, and a Zamboni clearing the ice."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I fullfilled a lifelong dream; I got to ride a Zamboni. You know,&lt;br /&gt;the machine that resurfaces the ice at hockey games in between periods.&lt;br /&gt;As a kid I would see Snoopy riding the Zamboni in the comics and I would&lt;br /&gt;think "How coolwould that be?" Years later I was working at a record store&lt;br /&gt;when one of the Mighty Ducks movies came out and I was given a&lt;br /&gt;soundtrack to the movie. On that cassette was a song by the Gear Daddies&lt;br /&gt; entitled, "I want to drive the Zamboni." I loved that song and still know&lt;br /&gt;all of the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a few things 1) no drink holders on the Zamboni 2) You have to&lt;br /&gt; sign a 2 page release to ride 3)the front&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;part of the Zamboni holds the ice&lt;br /&gt;that has been scraped up. When the Zamboni has done its job, it goes to&lt;br /&gt;the back and hydraulics lift the "hood" so that the ice falls out into a bin&lt;br /&gt;where it melts 4) they dont think it is a good idea to have a snowball fight&lt;br /&gt;with the shaved ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the Thrashers won last night putting the playoffs within reach&lt;br /&gt; was just the icing on the cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114505706503597772?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114505706503597772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114505706503597772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114505706503597772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114505706503597772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/04/lifelong-dream.html' title='Lifelong Dream'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114471778792605006</id><published>2006-04-10T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:09:48.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids, Traveling, and the Captain</title><content type='html'>Several weeks ago the wife was out of town. Our two dogs normally follow her around whenever she is here but after that weekend, her dog is now officially a daddy's girl. When we are watching tv she hops up into my lap. When we go to bed she snuggles up to me for the night. And whenever we have thunder, it is her daddy that is able to protect her. I like having a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the wife and I took a little vacation. We flew to Miami and rented a car to drive to Key West. Other than booking a place to stay, we made no plans. It was great to unwind and relax with no real schedule. We ate a lot of seafood and some cuban food. I had some key lime pie (wifey doesnt care for key lime) that was incredible. We found a great little place that makes a lot of different crepes and it became our breakfast place for the trip. On the way home we stopped in Key Largo for lunch with an old friend of mine and her fiancee (whom I had never met). The restaurant we met them at had tables set up on a beautiful beach overlooking the ocean while a guy played some steel drums. It was easy to see why some people go to the keys every year, or as my friend did, go for a vacation and never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we did while in Key West was to go meet Captain Tony. Who is he you might ask. He is the imbodiment of every Jimmy Buffett song you have ever heard. As a matter of fact, go look at the lyrics for &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jimmy-buffett/72001.html"&gt;Last Mango in Paris&lt;/a&gt; and you will see that this particular song is all about him. Captain Tony is pushing 90. He has 13 kids ranging in age from 11 to 54. He was Mayor of Key West at one time. He allegedly made a living as a smuggler for a while. He also owns a bar that was the original location for Sloppy Joes for most of the time that Ernest Hemingway was drinking there while in Key West. We were just walking by and saw him in his bar and stopped by to take photos with him. My picture is kinda plain. The one with wifey he has a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were gone, we left the dogs with their usual sitter. They must have played hard while they were there as they slept all day Sunday after we picked them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114471778792605006?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114471778792605006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114471778792605006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114471778792605006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114471778792605006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/04/kids-traveling-and-captain.html' title='The Kids, Traveling, and the Captain'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114416569021664813</id><published>2006-04-04T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:48:10.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friend About to Move Across the Pond</title><content type='html'>Sunday I went to a goodbye party for a friend. I hadnt seen her in forever and it was good to see her and meet her husband before they move to England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hired me years ago and became like an older sister to me. She decided she wanted something new and packed up and moved to DC a couple of years after I had worked for her. She had no job lined up but it didnt take her long to find something. I always admired her for doing that. We have always stayed in touch and I used to see her when I was traveling to DC a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always a little upset at my fellow males of the world since she was single for so long. Not that she needed a man to make her life complete or anything but you see a smart, beautiful, funny woman that isnt in a long term relationship and you wonder what is wrong with the men of this world. After meeting her husband, I know that he is the right man for her and was worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born and raised in England. They met in Miami where they both were on business. He flew from London to DC to date her on weekends. Wow!!! He took a job transfer to Connencticut so that he could be a lot closer to her and see if it would work out and it did. Now they are moving to London for a few years. Bad news is I wont see her for a while but the good news is the wife and I have a reason to go to England and a place to stay. Maybe after I get a transplant we might go see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At her going away party, I also got to see someone else I had worked with. She is a stay at home mom with two beautiful daughters (5 and 2). Always great to catch up with old friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114416569021664813?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114416569021664813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114416569021664813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114416569021664813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114416569021664813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/04/old-friend-about-to-move-across-pond.html' title='Old Friend About to Move Across the Pond'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114247523436276609</id><published>2006-03-15T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:13:54.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and Idol</title><content type='html'>Last night a friend was in town and we decided to get up a group and go eat dinner. A friend suggested a new place and we all met up. What our friend didnt share is that this new place (the restaurant has 2 other locations that have been around for awhile) was having a VIP grand opening last night. We get there and we are seated in a crowded dining room with local celebs and elected officials. I wont mention any specific names but it was quite a gathering. Our waitier had the distinct pleasure of telling us our meal was comped. WOW!!! A great time was had by all including some phone calls and ribbing to those that were too busy to make it out last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get home and the end of American Idol was on. They were singing Stevie Wonder songs. I love Stevie. He is a musical genius you know. One of the rocker guys was singing "Higher Ground" and the judges went wild. "You took that and made it your own!" was the universal sentiment of the judges. Evidentially the judges have never heard the 1989 release of the Red Hot Chilli Peppers version of this song. In other words, he didnt really "make it his own"... I still enjoyed it, but was shocked  that they seemed to not know what he was doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114247523436276609?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114247523436276609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114247523436276609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114247523436276609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114247523436276609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/03/dinner-and-idol.html' title='Dinner and Idol'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114144037348178299</id><published>2006-03-03T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:22:01.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunes</title><content type='html'>Whenever I am down, stressed or just need a pick me up I like to buy some new cds. Tonight after dinner wifey and I went to pick up some new music, as well as a copy of Walk the Line. Boy were we in for a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally when you go to a record store (unless it is a small, independent store) the staff is not very knowledgable about music. You could ask where to find the most popular artist and they will stare blankly at you like they have never heard of the singer. God help you if you ask for something obscure. This was not the case tonight. We had a guy that knew his music. He knew when stuff was coming out. He could look at the variety of stuff I had selected and suggest some others that work out. We will definitely be going back to this store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid (and even now) I like to watch &lt;a href="http://www.austincitylimits.com/"&gt;Austin City Limits&lt;/a&gt; on PBS. They have had a virtual who's who in music appear on their program over the years. Stevie Ray Vaughn, Ray Charles, Robert Randolph, Johnny Cash, B.B. King, and lots of others. After years, they have finally gotten smart and started releasing some of the show's performances on DVD and CD. This is something I always thought they should do and now they are doing it. They have release 5 or 6 artists right now with plans to release another 15 or so in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also picked up &lt;a href="http://www.matisyahu.org/"&gt;Matisyahu's&lt;/a&gt; live album tonight. I heard about him a few months ago but finally broke down and got his album tonight (he has a studio album coming out this Tuesday). WOW!!! Matisyah is reggae album with a hasidic jew spitting out the rhymes, chanting, rapping, or whatever you want to call it. The lyrics are very positive and spiritual. Man, this has got to be one of my favorite albums of the year. You have really got to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Editor's Note: The link above for Austin City Limits is the site for the show and music festival. This &lt;a href="http://www.austincitylimitsdvd.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; will take you to the CDs and DVDs that are currently released. There are more released than the 5 or 6 I was told. They have a neat feature that allows you to watch some of the DVDs that have been released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114144037348178299?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114144037348178299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114144037348178299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114144037348178299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114144037348178299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/03/tunes.html' title='Tunes'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114081566381946854</id><published>2006-02-24T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:14:23.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Jimmy</title><content type='html'>I like to do unusual things. If I am buying a gift for somebody, I want it to be something unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago I was trying to think of something unique to do for my parents and ended up with a good idea. On a Father's day, my parents and I got up early and drove to Plains, Georgia. We went to Maranatha Baptist Church and sat in a sunday school class taught by former President Jimmy Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a memorable event! What was weird is that there was several friends of mine that were there to without knowing that they were coming. After Sunday School and then the worship service, we waited in line with everybody else to have our picture made with President and Mrs. Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was Walter Cronkite that said it best, "Jimmy Carter is the only man to use the office of the Presidency to go on to greater things." It seems, sadly, that most former Presidents are more concerned with seeing how much money they can make than to continue with their public service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip with my parents to Plains has been on my mind as I am currently reading Carter's new book, Our Endangered Values. It is taking me longer to read than it should as I have a lot of work related items to read right now but I am enjoying stealing a few minutes here and there to read Values. I highly recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114081566381946854?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114081566381946854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114081566381946854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114081566381946854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114081566381946854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/02/top-jimmy.html' title='Top Jimmy'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-114021949145974212</id><published>2006-02-17T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T18:38:11.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Guest</title><content type='html'>There is a group of us that try to get together to eat and share stories at least once a year. Last night we got together with some special guests. Significant others were invited for the first time in a long time and wifey showed up after night class. We also had a celebrity join us with his wife; Ben Jones best known for his portrayel of Cooter on the Dukes of Hazzard in the late 70's and early 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known Ben for several years. I met him first in 1994 when he was running for Congress against Newt Gingrich. He lost that year but he had been in Congress for 2 terms before that, which was the subject of a lot of his stories last night. Ben and his wife were in town for a car show, which I plan to be at tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember all of the stories told last night but I do remember the laughter, the bonding, and finally the solving of some of the world's problems. The manager kept going by our table trying to figure out who was the person sitting in the middle. I dont know if he ever figured it out or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving, we had to wait for the valet to bring our cars up. When he was bringing mine he asked what it was like to know Cooter. "The same as knowing anybody else I guess." Turns out this young black man is a big Cooter fan. He had recognized Ben when he got out of the car at the start of the dinner and had called his girlfriend to come bring a camera. As I was getting in the car to drive away, he was stammering through asking Ben if it was alright to have his picture made with him. Of course Ben was delighted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-114021949145974212?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/114021949145974212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=114021949145974212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114021949145974212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/114021949145974212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/02/dinner-guest.html' title='Dinner Guest'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113975665285385762</id><published>2006-02-12T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:00:17.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic break</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we watched some of the women's hockey games. WOW!! After a Thrashers game several weeks ago there was a lady's hockey game that we stayed for. It was boring. Most of the girls couldnt skate. Most couldnt handle the puck. There was some that could play pretty well but the majority of the players looked like I probably would on the ice (lots of falling down). This was not the case with the Olympics women hockey. They were quick. They were handling the puck very well. Team USA won 6-0 yesterday. Team Canada 16-0 over Italy. I cant wait for the gold medal match between these two teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympic men's hockey doesnt start for another couple of days. We watched the Thrashers last night at a sports bar since the game was only on satellite and not on local tv. I am looking forward to watching Team Russia during the Olympics. They will have the NHL's top scorer and the NHL's top rookie which should make for a fun to watch team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday, we went to the Atlanta Art House. Around 20+ galleries in Atlanta overly decorated a new, huge mansion. Probably over 5000 sq ft. The house was pretty and set up well for entertaining. The art was for the most part incredible (I dont get "art" that is a stack of paint can lids painted and glued together). Good day spent doing nothing with the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1996, Atlanta hosted the Olympics. I regret that I was unable to go to any of the events due to a chaotic work schedule at that time. I hope one day to be able to go to an Olympics. I dont care if it is Summer or Winter but I would want to go to events that are indoors. I dont do too well with extreme hot or extreme cold...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113975665285385762?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113975665285385762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113975665285385762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113975665285385762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113975665285385762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/02/olympic-break.html' title='Olympic break'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113953195980718712</id><published>2006-02-09T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:39:19.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satellites</title><content type='html'>Tuesday I has to have my car serviced. I ended up with a loaner car that I returned Wednesday a.m. No satellite radio. I had to listen to commercial radio. I had forgotten how many commercials you have to listen to. 6 minutes of songs followed by 15 minutes of commercials. I was miserable and very glad to get my vehicle back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today XM radio announced that Oprah is going to have her own channel with some of her friends. That is huge... and yet some people say satellite radio wont last. HAHHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113953195980718712?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113953195980718712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113953195980718712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113953195980718712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113953195980718712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/02/satellites.html' title='Satellites'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113919465847126163</id><published>2006-02-05T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:57:38.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Me</title><content type='html'>So I may not be lucky with my health but the rest of my life seems to know lady luck pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went with some newly engaged friends to a hockey game. The Thrashers Foundation was selling signed pucks for charity. Every puck was signed by a Thrasher. If it was signed in gold, you got to meet that player and have your picture made with him after that night's game. I asked if there was any gold signed pucks left at the table I was at and was told that there was still one left. I bought two pucks and of course, the first one I chose was signed in gold. It was the team's enforcer, Eric Boulton. He had also been one of my dealers at Thrasher's casino night and has a wicked sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends show up for the game and we asked if they were doing anything after the game. We filled them in on what I had won and they were pretty excited. After the game (which we won) we went to a waiting area. About 8 players came up after they had showered and put on street clothes (all suits). We had our picture made and talked to Eric for a while (complimenting his fight from Tuesday, how the team has been doing lately, etc.). He was quick to praise a teammate that had gotten into a fight Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out and our friends collected autographs from all of the players that showed up (I didnt get any autographs as I already have the whole team on a pennet and some of my favorites on a jersey or on some trading cards). What a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113919465847126163?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113919465847126163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113919465847126163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113919465847126163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113919465847126163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/02/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky Me'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113754398304262584</id><published>2006-01-17T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:26:56.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a holiday for a lot of people which made it a long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was hockey with friends. Saturday was a charity casino night for the Atlanta Thrashers Foundation. Sunday was get up early and go to the aquarium with my niece. Yesterday was a day to run errands and do a little dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hockey was fun as always but the Thrashers barely beat the worst team in the NHL. That doesnt make you feel to good, but hey, a win is a win, right? One step closer to the playoffs... At every game, the Thrashers have a raffle. A winner is drawn and they get half of the money raised. The other half is split between the Thrashers Foundation and another charity. The chairty Friday is a group that takes dogs to hospitals in the Atlanta area. They brought some of the dogs with them which meant lots of people petting dogs. It also meant my dogs were jealous when we got home as they could smell that we had pet another doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casino night was a blast. Wifey and I bought mystery bags when we first got there, choosing bag numbers to correspond with 2 of our favorite players. We won: Thrasher tickets, Hawks tickets, signed 8x10 pics of a couple hockey players, signed Illya Kovalchuk puck in a display case, restaurant gift certificates, weekend stay at an upscale hotel, a nice cd player, a wooden case with Thrasher logo poker cards, and some other stuff. We had pictures made with several of the players who were also dealers that night. You started off with 1500 play chips (but you could reload throughout the night). I ended the night with around 60k chips. You got a raffle ticket for every thousand chips you had at the end of the night. They raffled off a big screen tv and other prizes. A silent auction with tons of stuff and a live auction with several big items (including a trip to an away game with the team on their airplane). We didnt bid on any of those items. Food was good. And the new Thrasher ice cream (blue cream de menthe with white chocolate chips) was delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece is 4 and we gave her a trip to aquarium for Christmas. She has been excited about it for weeks. She had a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after running some errands we went and looked at new houses. No we are not planning to move anytime soon. We just like to go look at houses and get ieas from them. One we went in had a closet that is bigger than our current bedroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113754398304262584?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113754398304262584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113754398304262584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113754398304262584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113754398304262584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113673822579991936</id><published>2006-01-08T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T11:37:08.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey, a Road Trip, and Satellites</title><content type='html'>Friday night was Hockey night. We went to the game and the Thrashers won. The Penguins rallied in the third period but still came up short, especially after #17 Illya Kovalchuk became the leading scorer in the NHL with his hattrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta has gotten some attention in the hockey world recently. They are on a great win streak and playing incredible. Last Monday they destroyed the best team in the NHL, the Ottawa Senators 8-3. Ottawa's main scorer is a former Thrasher (Danny Heatley) and he was booed everytime he touched the puck. I wasnt at this game but I am not happy the way Heatley was treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays game we gained attention for how Sid "the Kid" Crosby was supposedly treated. First, let me say the kid is a crybaby. Anytime he took a little check (which is legal) he would go cry to the officials. He couldnt handle the puck with out someone stealing it from him. He got checked by Kovalchuk and responded by using his stick as a weapon for which he got a penalty (called slashing).  He slashed one of our Defensemen, breaking his stick in the process, and went into the penalty box again. 30 seconds later Kovalchuk scored and pointed at the penalty box where Crosby was sitting. Pittsburgh players and fans weren't too happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Alabama. A coworker of wifey had a bad car wreck 10 days or so ago. He was in the passenger seat, the car hit a tree, he went through the seatbelt and out of the car. He is lucky to be alive and looks good but with 2 broken legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to and from Alabama we listened to a couple of hockey games. I dont know why I am getting addicted to it, but I really love watching hockey but will tolerate listening to it. We got home and went to a sports bar to watch the Thrashers play the Penguins in Pittsburgh. Crybaby Crosby had 8 penalty minutes for slashing, tripping, diving, and an unsportsmanlike conduct. Pittsburgh fans booed Kovalchuk every time he touched the puck but two goals shut them up pretty quickly. Atlanta won again and are now 7th in the NHL East.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113673822579991936?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113673822579991936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113673822579991936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113673822579991936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113673822579991936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2006/01/hockey-road-trip-and-satellites.html' title='Hockey, a Road Trip, and Satellites'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113599004824699593</id><published>2005-12-30T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:47:28.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Christmas Posting</title><content type='html'>We did a stay at home Christmas this year. Christmas Eve we had some nice filets for dinner (they were on sale). Who knows, that might become a Christmas tradition. We got up Christmas Day, opened presents and then went to see The Producers (the movie, not the play). It was wonderful. When we got home we had a dinner of roasted chicken. It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While opening presents, we turned on the TV. One local channel was broadcasting christmas carols with the video of a roaring fire.... they called the program Yule Log. Kinda corny if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after Christmas I had to run some errands. While at Wal-mart, a guy passed me that must have been wearing a whole bottle of cologne. A little tip, if you can smell the cologne more than a foot away from you, you are wearing too much cologne. If you can smell it 60 feet away, your nose must not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went up to my niece's 4th birthday party. Dora the Explorer cake was eaten, presents were opened, and then we drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we took some friends to a Thrashers hockey game. Come to find out, one of them lives next door to one of my favorite players. I hope she invites us over one night for a cook out or something when the team doesnt have a game.... Grandma was late getting to the game so I called her to make sure she was ok. I may have hockey tickets for this upcoming Monday, which is an afternoon game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been kinda slow this week and wifey has the week off so Thursday we went up to a Thrashers practice.  Since school was out, the place was packed. I have a pennett that I now have signed by every player and the head coach. I have an old Thrashers jersey that is now signed by my 5 favorite players. Also had some photos made with some of the players. What nice guys. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113599004824699593?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113599004824699593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113599004824699593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113599004824699593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113599004824699593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/12/belated-christmas-posting.html' title='Belated Christmas Posting'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113502746011260232</id><published>2005-12-19T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:24:20.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to a friend's birthday party. He was my roommate in college. His 2 sisters also showed up. One looked like I remembered her. The other had grown up. I know I have seen her more recently but I remember our Freshman year of college we were late getting back to class one weekend because we had to watch his little sister get on the bus for her first day of school. Now she is in her early 20's, studying to be a nurse and has a 2 year old. I kept seeing the little girl in pig tails going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old roommate pulled out pictures from college. Wow, we looked so young. Lots of memories were relievedlast night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his friends told us about heated mattress pads. He said they are better than electric blankets. I bought one today and will let you know if it is as good as they hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.... I love the smell of fresh cut Christmas trees. Usually I am the type that gets the tree up the day after Thanksgiving but just didnt have the time to do it that early this year. Will decorate the tree tonight. It is a pretty tree and it was HALF OFF! and hand been delivered only a day or two before I bought it (at least that is what the guy at Home Depot Landscaping said).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113502746011260232?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113502746011260232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113502746011260232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113502746011260232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113502746011260232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/12/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113485139366603320</id><published>2005-12-17T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T15:29:53.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>A lot of our neighbors have gotten into the holiday spirit and put christmas lights up. The last 2 years in our neighborhood, there was few yards with lights. There was the one we called "The Griswalds" after the Christmas Vacation movie. They have so many lights that I think the FAA has probably asked them to limit the hours they have them on so as not to interfere with the landing lights of a local airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year there are soooo many more decorated yards. We have lots of deer. There are the inflatibles. One house down the street we said their lights around the bushes and tree looked like a dragon; the Christmas Dragon we called it. They have unfortunately redone the lights and the head of the Christmas Dragon has been removed. How sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113485139366603320?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113485139366603320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113485139366603320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113485139366603320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113485139366603320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas Lights'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113435176074153745</id><published>2005-12-11T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:42:40.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Friday was the Memorial Service and Wake for my other mother. We had the Memorial Service at the State Capitol and the Wake at one of her favorite taverns in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200+ people showed up at the Memorial Service. There was people I hadnt seen in years and there were also some people I didnt know existed... Very few of us knew that mama D had an estranged brother and sister. Probably 10 family members showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A former Governor, a somewhat famous actor, a former congressman, an eminent scholar and a state legislator were among the speakers at the service. I was asked to emcee the event and share a few memories. I think the whole service went along smoothly. The Capitol was beautifully decorated for the Christmas holidays, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Service we had a wake. There was probably around 100 at the wake including several who hadnt been able to make it to Service. We had tons of photos and written memories lying around. I think we did Mama D proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama D was a great lady. She meant a lot to me and to so many others and will live on in our thoughts and lives for quite some time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113435176074153745?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113435176074153745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113435176074153745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113435176074153745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113435176074153745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/12/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113379702585183768</id><published>2005-12-05T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:37:05.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have recently learned</title><content type='html'>I mentioned in my last post about going to the 20th annual Thanksgiving show of Drivin and Cryin. I have been DnC fan for years. A couple of days ago I found a guy that lives on the west coast that has taped lots of DnC and Kevn Kinney shows and if you ask nicely he will send you a DVD of one of the shows he has for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free. &lt;/span&gt;No postage or shipping costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several bands/musicians that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encourage&lt;/span&gt; their fans to tape their shows. The Grateful Dead is probably the first to do this. John Mayer, North Mississippi Allstars, David Ryan Harris, Dave Matthews Band and others are doing this today. Usually if you find somebody that has taped a band you want you have to give them a blank CD and cover the postage costs to get a copy. But like I said for this guy I found he isnt charging for videos of various DnC shows. Reminds you that there are nice people still in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may wonder about the quality of the taping of shows. Most are just as good as a studio live recording. Digital recording is quite a marvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of nice people. What words would you use to describe people that have never met someone but are interested in possibly donating a kidney to them? Restores your faith in humanity if you have lost it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113379702585183768?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113379702585183768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113379702585183768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113379702585183768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113379702585183768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-i-have-recently-learned.html' title='Things I have recently learned'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113306488241674615</id><published>2005-11-26T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:14:42.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Music</title><content type='html'>Have you ever listened to a song and be transported to a different time and a different place? You hear a song and remember an event when you were listening to the song or maybe the first time you heard the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluegrass does that for me. Not the newgrass but old Bill Monroe, Ricky Skaggs, etc. I hear that stuff and I am 10 again. I am at one of two barber shops. I can smell the shaving cream and that blue stuff they use to disenfect combs. One of the barber shops is where my dad took me for most of my haircuts when I was young. The other is one that he grew up going to. It is in the middle of a field in rural Alabama. Sometimes when I hear Bluegrass I can almost smell the freshly plowed dirt mixed with the shaving cream and blue stuff at that country barber shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was another one of those events where music was transporting me. I needed a break away with dealing with all of the logistics of my other mother's death. Several friends and their wives met me and wifey out for dinner and then we caught Drivin and Cryin's annual Thanksgiving show. DnC was huge here in the Atlanta area in the late 80's early 90's. I was in High School and College then and DnC was a huge part of the soundtrack of that era. Last night was their 20th Thanksgiving show. The proceeds went to Toys for Tots. They played at least one song from each of their albums and several cover songs. I could think of most of the times I have seen them and all of the times I have met them. I had flashbacks of good friends and good times over the last 20 years particularly high school and college. My only regret last night was that I started feeling funky around midnight and had to take the pumpkin home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their was other people there reliving their past. People in their late 30's early 40's that heard DNC when they were in school. Some were dressed nice but drunk 40 year olds showing they cant dance or play air guitar are funny to watch. There was one girl that poured herself in acid wash jeans she has probably had for 15 years and were about 2 sizes too small. She worked her way to the front and tried to get the attention of one of the guitarists. "Tim!!!" she would scream in between songs. Occasionally it was folloowed by, "remember me?" Tim either a) didnt remember her b) didnt hear her or c) both of the above. She finally left in disgust after about 30 minutes of hoping Tim would see her and remember her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113306488241674615?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113306488241674615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113306488241674615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113306488241674615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113306488241674615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/11/power-of-music.html' title='The Power of Music'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113278420499571006</id><published>2005-11-23T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T17:16:45.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Other Mother</title><content type='html'>About 12 years ago I met an amazing woman. She had been married earlier in her life but they had parted ways and never had any children. She had no family but claimed dozens of people as her own kids including me. She introduced me as her son so many times that there are several people that think we are related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  little over a year ago she was diagnosed with the later stages of Lupus. This woman that was so full of life suddenly wasnt. She had good days and bad days. If she had bad days, she would sometimes have to go to the hospital and when she got home she would turn her phone off, not wanting to talk to anybody until she felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks ago we went to lunch. She seemed to be doing very well and had been doing well for quite sometime. I thought that the worst had passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a coworker called me. Nobody had talked to her in about 10 days to 2 weeks. I went over to her condo. I knocked and knocked on the door to no avail. I could see through the peephole that the lights were out and I could see her cat sitting on the back of a chair. The cat looked well fed. I checked the parking lot and found her car in her assigned parking space. I came back up and couldnt find any neighbors at home nor could I find a maintenace man. I called her coworker and told her what I had found. The coworker had called the hospital that she went to and they said she wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, her office called the police and asked them to perform a welfare check. They forced their way into her condo and found her dead and lying in her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year my grandmother died. I can tell you that losing my other mother has been harder on me than losing my grandmother. I'm gonna miss my mama D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113278420499571006?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113278420499571006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113278420499571006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113278420499571006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113278420499571006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-other-mother.html' title='My Other Mother'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113250282580813170</id><published>2005-11-20T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T11:07:05.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Cash</title><content type='html'>I have always been a Johnny Cash fan. Friday night we went to see the Cash movie, Walk the Line. It is a wonderful movie. Script, story line, and acting are all superb. Although it is mostly about the early life of Johnny it is also a love story. If you didnt know, Johnny Cash was always in love with June Carter. Even as a small boy he loved listening to her sing on the radio and looking at pictures of her in magazines. It was only natural that when he started playing music professionally that she would be touring with him. His first marriage ended and June forced him to get clean and sober before finally marrying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see biographic movies I am always worried that they wont treat the person fairly. Johnny and June's son was a big part of this movie, making sure that the adaptation of Cash's autobiography was true to the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, go see this movie. You wont regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113250282580813170?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113250282580813170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113250282580813170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113250282580813170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113250282580813170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/11/johnny-cash.html' title='Johnny Cash'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113209258080021451</id><published>2005-11-15T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:46:09.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>So for the few Hockey Games that wifey and I have went to, there is always an older lady (mid to late 60's) there. She sits behind the home bench, talks to the players, yells at the officials, and looks like she is having the time of her life. She also wears a personalized jersey that has the number 1 and "Grandma" across her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last Friday's game, I told wifey that the next game we go to it is my goal to meet Grandma and have my picture made with her. Wifey laughed but knew I was serious so she encouraged me to go on over and introduce myself but I didnt because I didnt have my camera with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was an away game and we watched it on the telly. Grandma had made the 5 hour drive and had alot of tv time. It was great to see her on television cheering on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; Thrashers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TodayI had some business to take care of on the NE side of town. I looked it up and found out that the Atlanta Thrashers' practice facility was nearby, there was a practice today and that it was open to the public (as all of their practices are). How could I resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show up at the facility and find about a dozen people watching the team doing drills and stretching. I looked in the stands and saw Grandma so of course I had to sit next to her. She is an awesome lady. After the practice was over, the players would stop and sign things on the way to the locker room and the majority of them came over to say hello to Grandma. They all knew she had traveled to see them in Carolina and thanked her for her support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant imagine being able to be that close to professional athletes as often as you can at Thrasher practices (like 3 or 4 a week). Or that they would know one specific fan and feel it neccessary to say hello to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of shaking hands with and getting the autograph of Ilya Kovalchuk who was named the NHL offensive player of the week after scoring 4 goals last Friday and 2 on Saturday. Last season he was the leading scorer in the NHL and I (as well as the other fans that show up at practice) are able to watch him practice and then get his autograph. Not too many professional athletes can you say that about. Not too many professional sports have a "Grandma" either.&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113209258080021451?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113209258080021451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113209258080021451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113209258080021451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113209258080021451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/11/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113182841208949871</id><published>2005-11-12T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:46:52.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>Went to a Hockey game last night. Refs didnt call many penalties unless it was very obvious. I liked that refs were making sure the game kept going and didnt nitpick penalties. Atlanta and Tampa (our opponent last night) are both big, quick skating teams. Atlanta player scored 4 goals. When he got the hat trick the ice was filled with hats that people were throwing. When he got his 4th goal the place went nuts. Tampa is the defending NHL champs so it was good for the hometown Thrashers to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a client last night. He was curious how someone born and raised in the South would like Hockey so much. I told him I just liked the speed and skill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113182841208949871?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113182841208949871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113182841208949871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113182841208949871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113182841208949871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/11/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113130536381932745</id><published>2005-11-06T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:29:23.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Dont See That Every Day</title><content type='html'>We had a friend in from Seattle the last couple of days. She was in town for a work related conference starting Wednesday and then Friday through today she stayed with us. Yesterday we drove up to the mountains to get some apples and to look at the foliage. Very pretty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home our friend asked "was that a parrot on that man's shoulder?" I immediately started looking for a pirate ship with men wearing patches and a peg leg. We slowed down and let a truck catch up with us and sure enough there was a parrot on his left arm while he (the man, not the bird) drove with his right arm. The man was talking to the bird as they rode on down the road. The parrot kept looking at the traffic and scenery they passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113130536381932745?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113130536381932745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113130536381932745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113130536381932745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113130536381932745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-dont-see-that-every-day.html' title='You Dont See That Every Day'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113087627982100134</id><published>2005-11-01T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:17:59.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>Last night was our first Halloween to be at home since we got married and bought this house. I was surprised at how many trick or treaters came to our house. Tons and tons of kids came by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was probably the cutest. She was barely old enough to walk and was dressed as a candy striper, with a tiara. She was just precious and left with a ton of candy from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night wore on, we had kids that were not dressed up (mostly in their late teens) who wouldnt say trick or treat but instead demand "give us some candy" and then no thank  you for giving them candy. Some of them I asked what they were dressed as but after a while I gave up on that. Of course the teenagers only got one pack of candy. If you were in costume you got multiple candy packs. A thank you got you more candy. I had also bought two different kinds of candy, one kind was for kids in costume and who said thank you, teens in jeans and t-shirts got the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113087627982100134?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113087627982100134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113087627982100134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113087627982100134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113087627982100134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113061366852709927</id><published>2005-10-29T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T15:21:08.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Degrees of Seperation</title><content type='html'>There are rumors that you are only seperated from anybody in the world by only 6 people. The most famous version of this little game is that you can connect Kevin Bacon through actors he has worked with to any other actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have been doing my own version of this game lately. I am helping the Kidney Foundation raise some money. I have called some friends to help find items to use at a silent auction at an upcoming event. I dont wanna go into too much detail yet, but I have been surprised who some of my friends know. Names that I could drop that would definitely get your attention. After I get some items that are promised I will go into a few more details on some of these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received a package in the mail. It was from an actor that you may not know the name but you would probably know the face. He is currently on the multi-Emmy winning TV show "The Shield" (which I am a huge fan of). He grew up near where I live and I was able to find a friend that knows him fairly well. The actor got a script of the show signed by the cast and that is what was in the package I received today. The funny part is that the return address is one of those stickers that you get in the mail with a letter asking you to donate to some organization but few people send in a donation. I just find it hillarious that 1) a big celebrity would get those stickers in the mail and 2) would use it on a package he mailed to someone he doesnt really know.  I wonder if the Pope gets those stickers in the mail?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113061366852709927?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113061366852709927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113061366852709927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113061366852709927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113061366852709927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/10/six-degrees-of-seperation.html' title='Six Degrees of Seperation'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113034432904803204</id><published>2005-10-26T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:33:32.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Poker</title><content type='html'>So I watched part 5 of the WSOP last night. The guy I was discussing a couple of days ago that was playing with no hands is named William Rockwell. They had a feature story on him about 15 to 20 minutes into the show. Check your local listings and see the next time they are showing part 5 of 12 of the World Series of Poker from this year on ESPN or ESPN2. You can read more about him &lt;a href="http://www.send2press.com/newswire/2005-07-0712-002.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (a photo of him playing and a press release of his sponsorship by GoldenPalace.com) and I have a link to the foundation he started &lt;a href="http://rockwellfoundation.org/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113034432904803204?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113034432904803204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113034432904803204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113034432904803204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113034432904803204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-poker.html' title='More Poker'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113026704280478648</id><published>2005-10-25T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:04:02.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a dream that will coincide with something happening in the real world while you are asleep? Like you are dreaming that a phone rings while in the real world your phone rings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of nights ago, I was dreaming that I had just had my transplant surgery. I was wheeled back to my room but was still under the anesthesia. I could see me lying on the bed and my family and friends around me. The doctor said he had a new safe way to wake me back up. I could feel something weird and I started to wake up. I woke up in the real world and found my wife's dog licking my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night I dreamed that a truck was bumping me while I was crossing the street. I kept feeling the bumping even after I had awakened. I looked down and found wifey's dog bumping me as she was trying to get comfortable and get back to sleep. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113026704280478648?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113026704280478648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113026704280478648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113026704280478648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113026704280478648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-113018155406611629</id><published>2005-10-24T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:19:14.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WSOP</title><content type='html'>Last night I watched part of the main event of this year's World Series of Poker. ESPN took the 7 days of action from back in July and edited it into 12 - 1 hour episodes that they are now showing.  This year over 5600 people plopped down $10,000 a piece to have the chance to win $7.5 million. It was ultimately won by an Australian who if I remember correctly this was his first big tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched episode 3 last night and got to do one of my favorite things to do with televised poker; watch Phil Hellmuth lose. Hellmuth is the world's greatest poker player in his own mind but hasnt really won any tournaments in a couple of years (NBC's heads up tourney this year doesnt count) but every year at the WSOP he says he is playing the best poker of his career and guarantees a win, only to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil lost the majority of his chips against a guy that probably shouldnt have been involved in the hand but he was and ultimately won against Phil on the river. If  you are unfamiliar with No Limit Hold-em look &lt;a href="http://www.thepokerproject.com/rules/holdemrules.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the rules. It was great! He gets up and walks away from the table ranting and raving the whole time, goes talks to his psychiatrist wife for a while, and then walks around before finally going back to the table only to lose the rest of his chips the next hand he plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other neat thing they showed last night was a guy in the tourney that was playing with no hands! He had a ramp like device on the table that he would pull his cards up with his toes so that he could see what he had been dealt. It was amazing to watch but they only showed him for 2 quick segments, maybe 30 seconds a piece. He had a guy that would help him stack his chips when he won but otherwise he was on his on. I really wished they had done a feature on him and showed him playing more. I think it would have been very inspirational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-113018155406611629?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/113018155406611629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=113018155406611629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113018155406611629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/113018155406611629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/10/wsop.html' title='WSOP'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-112999388198988598</id><published>2005-10-22T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T11:11:22.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Green cant clap</title><content type='html'>Last night I stayed up to watch Rev Al Green perform on the Dave Letterman show. First of all, I love Al Green. I own at least 4 albums including his last 2. I have seen him live. I had an Al Green song played at our wedding reception. One day, I want to go to Memphis and go to Al's church. But last night, he started to clap... on the offbeat. He got the audience clapping along at the end of the song and then he couldnt clap along with them. It was weird but it was Al Green singing so it was still great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I went to see David Ryan Harris, one of my favorites, perform with a band (first time he has toured with a band in several years). His opening act, at least for the Atlanta show, also had rhythm problems. The drummer would lay down the beat and then the singer/guitarist and bass player would play a different groove and then the drummer would have to speed up or slow down so they would be playing together. Throughout each song and throughout the entire show the drummer would have to constantly adjust his tempo to that of the rest of his band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bad part... as white and rhythmless as I am for me to notice these things you know it had to be bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554780-112999388198988598?l=sawb3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/feeds/112999388198988598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554780&amp;postID=112999388198988598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/112999388198988598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554780/posts/default/112999388198988598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawb3.blogspot.com/2005/10/al-green-cant-clap.html' title='Al Green cant clap'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12359480952086760114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554780.post-112947784414690561</id><published>2005-10-16T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T11:50:44.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I decided to go see a football game at the college I graduated from. I had emailed a few friends that still live in the area and before you know it we had a decent group getting together including one classmate who flew in from NYC. My old roommate lives near me so we rode together and talked on the way to the game. We havent really had a good talking in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop (well second if you count the stop for $2.65 gas while it is $2.90 next to my house) was to a little sports bar that opened up I think my Senior year. It was there that I had my first buffalo wings and they were as good yesterday as they were the first time. The rest of the crew had originally planned to grill and tailgate but most joined us for wings instead. We left the group and went driving around. My former roomie wanted a chocolate-bananna milkshake and then we were off  to go see his fraternity little brother but he wasnt home. We called another friend who is a high school principal in the area but he and his family already had plans for the day (sorry for the last minute call Shaky). We drove around the campus and stopped to say hello to a couple of former teachers. One has a significant other near my house and he promised to stop by on his way to or from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campus has changed. When I was there, the buildings were a hodge podge mix of architectural styles but now they all look the same except for one of the girls' dorms (the one where the sororities reside). The dorm I stayed in my Freshman and Sophmore years has been demolished. That was kinda sad. I guess that is what I get for not coming back to visit that often (I think it is at least 7 years since I was there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was the game. We decided to sit in the student section but there wasnt that many students. The band has been moved from the endzone to the 50 yard line so that it looks like people are at the game when the games are televised. Gone are the Fraternity and Sorority seating sections and as a result, gone also are most of their members at the games.  And speaking of sororities, when I was in school there was one sorority that all of their members were stick thin blondes with long hair. They definitely are not that sterotype today. The other big change at the game is the pyrotechnics: sparklers and fireworks as the team takes the field and then more explosions when we score (I thought they were going to run out of fireworks yesterday as we kept scoring and scoring and scoring).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, most of the group went to a new restaurant (there are a lot of new places that werent there when I was in college) but me and my former roomie wanted to head home... after a stop at our favorite BBQ place. We asked for a side of Brunswick Stew and the waitress said she didnt know what that was. Can you imagine a BBQ place that doesnt know what Brunswick Stew is? I was dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate quick and then drove back home while having lots more conversations. He plans to go back in a couple of weeks for homecoming but I have other plans for that weekend. 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