FDIC

The other day I overheard this conversation between a customer and another teller at my branch:

Customer, observing our $100,000 FDIC signs: "Didn't the government just raise the FDIC limit to a quarter of a million dollars?"

Teller: "Oh no, it's not that much. Only $250,000."

Customer: "..."

Please take note that the customer made sure to count his cash three times before he left the teller station.

'Tis the Season...

As you know, Brooke and I are in Florida. It has been nice so far. We've had the opportunity to see some friends, and tonight was no different. We had dinner with a guy (at first I was going to write kid, but he's no longer a kid anymore) who was in the youth group while I was in Florida. We had some really good Chinese food, then dropped him off at church for a devotional time. While we were going back to Chuck and Wanda's, we passed by Lowe's and saw "seasonal merchandise." In other words, Christmas decorations are on the shelves. So of course, Brooke and I had to stop and look around.

It was an enjoyable half hour, browsing through the Christmas trees, lights, decorations, villages, and such. We still have a little over a month before we'll start putting out our Christmas decorations, but I'm getting ready for Christmas. I've already got the Christmas CDs in my car - ok, they haven't come out since last year, but that's not the point. The stores are gearing up for Christmas, and that makes us happy. That's the point.

I don't care.

Brooke told me I needed to blog before she hacked into my account and blogged for me. Apparently, this is quite the rage - wives hacking into their husbands accounts and blogging for them. Just ask Kenny and Baron.

So I asked Brooke what I should blog about, and she replied, "I don't care." So, I Googled, "I don't care," and this is what I got:



So, Dear, this blog's for you.

Yeah....

I said in my first post that I probably wouldn't keep up much with this blog.









turns out I was right.

Oh, I almost forgot. We're in Florida.

Yes, Brooke, this is it.

See Spot.

So about two months ago I saw Spot. He wasn't cute, nor did I want to cuddle with him. Today, the doctor took spot away. Now spot is going to a lab somewhere to be "cut up like a Snicker's bar and looked at with a microscope." (according to my doc.) I don't think anything will really come of Spot, but here is a picture of my leg after he was removed.

For Brooke, Dawn, and Gilda...

The lovely ladies who said that I don't blog. This one's for you.

Wow, I really suck at this blogging thing. However, it isn't because my life is boring. As a matter of fact, if anything, I've been too busy to blog. Well, maybe that isn't right either - I just don't make it a priority to blog. On the other hand, Brooke is an extremely better blogger than I am. So, if you're really that interested in what's going on, you can always check out her blog. :) So, that's my excuse for not blogging.

In other news, Christmas was great. We got to see my Mom and Dad in Memphis, then travel to Ft. Walton Beach to see Brooke's family. All in all, a really good Christmas. Then for New Year's Eve we went to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I know, you're thinking who in the world is the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. They're the ones that do the awesome Christmas music (Christmas Eve, Sarajevo; Wizards in Winter; Christmas Cannon). Next year, make plans to go. It doesn't matter if you have floor seats, seats on the first level, or nosebleed seats, they are all great seats. We've had floor seats for the last two years, but I think I'm going to try and get seats in the first level next year, just for a different perspective.

I guess that's all for now. I've got a ton of parts in for my secret project, but no pictures to show yet. I'll probably post some in the next couple of weeks.

Jerry Springer... er, Shands.

A good word to describe my extended family would be unique. Yes, unique is a good word to describe them. Last week my Dad's mom passed away, so Brooke and I had to make a trip to Memphis for a funeral. As the relatives were coming in, one who had just arrived from Indiana (thus having driven all night), walked up to the casket. Upon reaching said casket, this relative commenced wailing (hearing a cat getting abused would have been a more pleasant sound), and then stumbled back, falling into the first pew. Brooke and I were going to give her the benefit of the doubt and say that she was just emotional. It's possible that she was. However, it was probably more from the alcohol. Yes, she was drunk. After driving all night. From Indiana.

So then we move on to this unique lady's daughter. She (the daughter) is 17. For the first time ever, during the visitation at the funeral home, she met her daughter, who is 5. You can do the math. Apparently her daughter was given up for adoption, and was adopted by yet another one of my extended family members. She hasn't seen her daughter at all. Until that day. Imagine the sound of abused felines again. It was unique.

After attending this funeral, I've seriously considered changing my last name to Springer. However, I think Brooke would have something to say about that. So I'm not.

On another note, I've received a few more parts for my Secret Project. Here are the pictures:

You be the Judge.

You don't have to watch the entire video, just the first 30 seconds. However, the commentary does continue to talk about how close of friends Tebow and Joiner are. So, you be the judge - did Joiner kiss Tebow?

Before & After

I've been meaning to post these pictures for a little while now, but am just now getting around to it. Most of you know that a few weeks ago we awoke to a fallen tree in our back yard. Well, it was finally removed (many thanks to my father-in-law who helped), and I rebuilt my fence two weekends ago. So, I thought I'd share the before and after pictures.

Before:

And After:

As you can see, it is a pretty big change. I'm glad that it's finally done. Now we can let Hitch in the back yard without a leash. I don't know who appreciates that more, him or us.

It's getting that time!

I was feeding my addiction the other day, and walking around Wal-Mart. Lo and behold, what did I see but Christmas decorations on the shelves! I haven't even seen any Halloween stuff on the Wal-Mart shelves, but Christmas is coming out. And since I'm such a Christmas fanatic, I see this as a good thing.

On another note, I received these in a package the other day. As far as I know, only one person knows why I have them, and it will be like that for a while. However, feel free to guess as to what they may be used for. As I work on them more, I'll post pictures of the progress.

Bad Blogger, Bad!

I've decided that I'm a bad blogger. It has been exactly 1 month since my last post. I honestly didn't realize that it had been so long. Oh well, I guess I just live a boring life. Anyway, I'll try to get something of meaning up sometime.












Maybe.

The Singing Bee

I'm now addicted to another TV show - The Singing Bee. Even though the 24 season is over, I may still watch TV.

The World Series of Pop Culture

I like Pop Culture. I like trivia games. Therefore, I like The World Series of Pop Culture. If you haven't watched it, you need to. It comes on VH1, so set your Tivo for it. Personally, I suck at the game, but I do enjoy trying to answer the questions. However, I have decided that a team consisting of Brooke, Chris Howell, and Kenny Simpson would have an excellent shot at winning it all. I'd only be good if they asked questions concerning computers or Star Trek. And since those aren't very popular categories, I'll just watch from home.

On another note, we're home from Disney World. I'll post some of my favorite pictures sometime soon.

First Post

First posts are always weird. I'm not sure how many blogs I've attempted, but in each of them I've always had trouble with the first post. What is one supposed to say in their first blog post? I'm certainly not going to give out my address, phone number, social security number, credit card info, bank accounts, or a urine sample.

So, I'm finally in the blogging world. We'll see where it goes. I'm usually good for a few months, then I get burnt out, but maybe there will be some more luck with this one. Anyway, I just realized that The Wonder Years is on, so I'm off to partake in some adolescent embarrassment.