Bomb Bomb

Wow. That was a close one. It's about 6:35am here and the trash guys have already come by to pick up the garbage. Well, the recycling guys at least...but at 6:35am?? I don't mind but I know someone who will.

The boy.

If it's not trash trucks on Thursday mornings, it's the Weather Channel each day with that kid. I suppose it's not all that bad though. The BIG trash truck hasn't made it by yet so he's still got that to look forward to but I really don't want to be waking him up any sooner than needed. We're leaving today for Nashville for my mother's wedding and it's gonna be a long drive. I don't look forward to the prospect of cranky kids and a cranky wife.

Not that you are EVER cranky, my sweet, beloved, even-keeled beautiful flower of the morning, lover of my soul and bearer of my spawn.

(You think that's a little thick? You think maybe she'll see thru that as disingenuine? Man, I hope not. LOL)

I know I've been a bear the past couple of days so if you're reading this honey bunny, I apologize.

See, my mother asked me to do a video montage and narraration for a video for the wedding. I asked my buddy Zach for advice on which program to get, how to lay it all out, burn it to a DVD, etc but, of course, it was never that easy. For whatever reason, whenever I get programs that are SUPPOSED to work on my machine(s), they never do. It's always one driver here, an updated file here, a slight conflict there and voila! You've got a good case of high blood pressure and the emergence of a few gray hairs.

Thankfully, Zach took the raw workfiles I had burned to a CD-R and made 2 smooth as butta DVD's for this weekend so all is good. Thanks Zach! You've made me look like a hero instead of a goat.

Actually, I do a pretty good job of being the goat each day.

Thanks to everyone who called or emailed about my chest pains. We think it may have been caused by one to three things.

1. Stress (doing the DVD and watching wild hooligan children)
2. Blood sugars bouncing high then low
3. The boy wanting to play a good game of "bomb bomb".

"Bomb bomb" is where he comes at me full force, fists held high and his little face contored as angry as he can make it. He's recently added the "gruff, angry voice" to his schtick, making him all that more "dangerous". I got him a Spider-Man video the other day and Jake thinks it's cool to emulate Venom as he beats me up.

Except he can't say Venom.

He tells me in the most angry, bomb bomb voice he can muster, who he is right before he leaps into the air full of rage & fury.

"I'm Benom!!"

Benom.

As my grandmother would say, "doesn't that make you just wanna mash that child?"

See you all from Nashville.

By the way, I'm not too happy with the Titans anymore. They traded Steve McNair to the much-hated Baltimore Ravens yesterday. Not only have they given the arch-rivals a great player but they treated McNair with all kinds of contempt and disregard these past few months. Considering he's been the face of your team since they relocated to Tennessee and got you to within 2 yards of a Super Bowl Championship, I'd have thought that even as he was aging and his body wasn't as durable, you'd have treated him with a little more respect. Granted, I'm sure there are 2 sides to every story but this is the ugly side of football business I hate.

Here's hoping Vince Young can figure things out quickly. Considering Norm Chow, his former offensive coordinator from USC is now the OC for the Titans, I'd think he's got a real good shot at doing just that.