Hello - Diggy Woo here... my granddaddy, Kerry has been traveling a lot talking about internet and Google stuff everywhere, but he will be back soon updating this blog.
I would update it, but I can't type very well (I had someone do this entry). I can change the TV remote however.
Thanks. Can I have a piece of cheese and a dog bone now?
Remember the little nursery rhyme:
Five little monkeys jumping on the bed
One fell off and bumped his head
Mama called the doctor and the doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"
or
Mama called the doctor and the doctor said,
"That's what you get for jumping on the bed!"
Well here's a web site that celebrates the monkey in most of us - especially jumping on Hotel Beds! Check out www.BedJump.com
"There is something completely intoxicating about today's hotel bed. Plush, deep, luscious, thick... and oh so bouncy. Don't deny yourself the indulgent luxury of taking a running start and launching up over that mattress and box-spring that will surely propel you back up into the stratosphere."
Too much fun! This past Friday, I was in Atlanta on a fun filled weekend with 54 friends to attend the Promise Keepers men's conference and catch the Braves/Brewers baseball game.
So as Van Halen (not Hagar) advises: You've got to roll with the punches to get to what's real... You might as well Jump!
Witness:
and my brother John:
I love having a big backyard. With my acre-sized yard, I can plant a 40 x 40 foot vegetable garden, iris, and assorted plants and enjoy my two dogs running amuck after rabbits and ground squirrels. Sure it gets hot in the summer, but having a large space to entertain is worth the upkeep.
Part of the upkeep is the routine mowing and weed whacking every two weeks or so. One of my expectations is to have the garden tools work as expected when needed. Turning the key or pulling on the starter cord on gas-powered machines is a real joy. But it's a big frustration pill when that doesn't happen!
My lawn mower this year has been sputtering and hard to start. Yes, it is a pain when the right rear tire habitually goes flat and I have to lift the rear end up on a plastic milk crate to position the tire back on the rim.
What really gets my goat is when the grass is tall and the mower won't start. If I had the money to toss away or was stupid rich, I would go buy a new lawn mower. It's like saying "I am so tired of spending fifty bucks a month on car maintenance, that I am going to buy a new car instead!" ($400 plus car note for five years?)
My neighbor Frank is really adept at fixing mowers. In this part of Nashville, Frank is known as the lawn mower man. He finds old and discarded mowers, gets this running and sells them at a reasonable price. In fact we can tell when spring as officially arrived when Frank has a lawn mower for sale in the front yard on Bresslyn Road. Unfortunately Frank didn't have any $350 riding mowers. Ten years ago, I gave up the self-propelled push mower - why walk when one can ride?
This weekend, the grass was mighty tall. With Frank’s knowledge and tenacity to get it done, we took apart the carburetor and cleaned it with carb cleaner, air pressure and an $8.00 kit from Chilton’s, a parts supply house. I stunk like gas, my hair got greasy, and I was stressed when the three hours spent in the hot humidity Saturday failed to get the mower running.
Sunday, Frank took a air compressor and blew all of the dirt and grime from the aging rubber gas line clogging the free flow of gas. After putting the tiny springs and rubber gaskets back in place, we were in business! The mower started right up, purring like a brand new country cadillac 42" mower should.
I am a blessed man – I just cut my front and back yard in three hours on a like new mower that is running perfectly. Frank was quick to mention that I saved myself a thousand bucks (that I didn’t have) by rebuilding the carburetor. Amen to that! and Amen for great neighbors like Frank.
Upon checking into the Courtyard Marriott, I noticed this fine print on the back of the door:
I figured I saved the company $880 bucks PER NIGHT in expenses.
Attaboy, Woo! Looking out for the shareholders and keeping the expenses down.
"It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay " - Feist
Cartoon by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.
A lot of times I think about creating a great post on something I want to say, but I fail to capture in words what I really want to say on this blog.
I am so out of the groove, but enjoying the new deluxe groove I'm in with traveling and talking to clients about search engine marketing on behalf of AT&T. I'm in my element (soon to be Honda Element) out and about in the field rather than being behind a desk all day. Since April, I'm been to Lousiville (caught my 1st sinus infection), New Orleans (saw the Ninth Ward), Baton Rouge (great seafood), Memphis (ribs and wings!), Atlanta (three weeks of traffic) and some other cities lined up.
When I travel, I gotta watch adding tonnage on my carcass, to make sure I'm smart, healthy and still can fit in my suit and tie outfits. But considering I'm walking a lot visiting business, I get some decent exercise on a daily basis.
To the right is my Twitter updates, which is the best I can do in 140 characters or less. If you're not on Twitter, you should be - it's a neat way to follow your friends, pass notes back and forth and find great info to share (like Jim did) such as:
Go to Google first
Type in “Chuck Norris”
Click on “I’m Feeling Lucky”
Other than Twittering, I'm thinking about Google and Yahoo! in my sleep, the 4th of July, fireworks, carpentry, gadgets and GearDiary.com, buying Vandy season tickets, the new iPhone and permanently laying off beef (three weeks not counting the 3 rectum rockets from Krystals).
Have fun ya'll -
Just when I thought I was done eating ribs, a group of my peers traveled to downtown Memphis to check out the Rendevous Restaurant. Good stuff and friendly service from the long time servers (even though one of them threw a hissy fit over splitting the check six ways - you're rolling the dice on additional tip monies...) 
The dry rub seasoning was superb. What I found interesting is the the locals prefer eating at Corky's which says a lot about a chain BBQ restaurant; one Corky's location had a two hour wait. 
More rib photos at my Flickr Memphis Road Trip collection
We'll have to see what the doctor says about the pork - more Lipitor may be a daily fixture on the menu.
Ok, picture this - I walk into a Radio Shack and ask for a battery recharger for a alarm system lead free battery. It's a small brick that is used for 12 volt applications.
"You don't need a recharger for that type of battery."
"it says on the box that it can be recharged hundreds of times..."
"The alarm system charges it everyday."
"So why is the battery dead?"
"All of the recharges have been used up."
"So you're telling me this rechargeable battery can't be recharged?"
"Nope, it only recharges while it is being used."
$37.00 later, I buy the same battery and just move on...
Reminds me of the guy who ran our IT department in North Carolina - he came from a Radio Shack.
Father and Son 
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY FROM 'THE SIMPSONS"
BART, LISA AND MAGGIE: START COUNTING YOUR D'OH! SUNDAY IS FATHER'S DAY!
With Father's Day just around the corner, FOX asked one of television's favorite dads, Homer J. Simpson, what's on his wish list this year:
HOMER SIMPSON'S FATHER'S DAY WISHES
A devoted husband, Homer leaves his wife with few complaints. When pressed, however, Marge did once acknowledge to a marriage counselor that Homer 'forgets birthdays, anniversaries, holidays (both religious and secular), chews with his mouth open, hangs out at a seedy bar with bums and lowlifes, blows his nose in the towels and puts them back in the middle, and scratches himself with his keys.' Despite these few foibles, Homer loves his family, and he'll do just about anything to prove it -- even if that means making himself look foolish.
Homer at peace
Sometimes frustrated at being fat and bald, Homer enjoys flashbacks now and again, which show him fat with a full head of hair. Two things, though, always remain constant for Homer, no matter what happens to him: his happy-go-lucky nature and his love for Marge and his kids."
Nuclear X-Ray - D'oh!
Bonus: Homer sings:
Radar Love
Space Cowboy
(Fox Broadcasting)
Stuff I hear in public today because I'm a good listener. Mrs. WonderDawg says I'm Chinese and nosy.
"So you're telling me you don't recycle and you shop at WalMart? What is wrong with you???"
Man walking out of Lowe's at mad wife who is leaving him behind; "You better get back here and pay for this stuff you dumb ass!"
He walked back in and paid for the stuff himself. Not sure how he was getting home.
Bonus: Courtesy of Busy Mom:
"If a man comes to your front door and says he is conducting a survey and asks you to show him your boobs, do not show him your boobs.
This is a scam. He only wants to see your boobs."
...and best question of the day: If every job paid $15.00 bucks an hour, would would you like to do?
My answer: be a LEGO designer or at least play with them all day.
