<?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-3215646476401730079</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:43:51.085-07:00</updated><category term='qwq'/><title type='text'>Just a Tire Swing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-4535644068438040614</id><published>2009-05-04T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:39:42.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>p90x</title><content type='html'>The latest new craze in the work out world seems to be p90x. I know several people that have tried it, and some seem to be getting some good results. I thought all the whining and complaining about it being tough must be overrated. However, a guy I work with burned me a copy. I've been working out for years, so I thought I should be able to do it pretty easily - wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried something called core synthetics for the first day. This was on the "lean" program. It was basically an hour of exercises that work every muscle while engaging your core. I was drenched in sweat after 15 minutes. I was soar the entire next day. I haven't been following the program 100 percent but I've been doing the workouts about 3 times a week. After the arms video the following day I could barely lift my arm. The legs video was slightly less painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen has stuck with it more than me. She said the yoga was pretty cruel. The worse thing I've found is something the called the abripper. It's 15 minutes of hard core abdominal work. I can definitely see why this workout plan gets you in shape but its pretty tough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event I become sculpted like an Adonis like the people in the photos I will post pics. I don't think that will happen though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-4535644068438040614?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/4535644068438040614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=4535644068438040614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4535644068438040614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4535644068438040614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/05/p90x.html' title='p90x'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3573004062315893323</id><published>2009-04-13T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:53:57.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Jen and I headed home for Easter weekend. We had a great time. Saturday I went golfing with Scott and Dusty. It was fun, despite the weather man totally missing the forecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Jen and I went to church with my parents. Then we did some family events. One cool thing we did was went to Barry Litton's farm and saw his miniature horses. Barry Litton is the owner of a local Knoxville restaurant. Jen's uncle is friends with him and took us up there. The mini horses and mini donkeys were pretty neat. They were kind of like big dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had an Easter egg hunt for Taylor. We put treats in eggs and let her find them in the back yard. She had a great time. It was pretty entertaining to watch her sniff out the eggs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed more this Easter than any other were the amount of people I know excited about their church services. It appears to me that Easter Sunday has become the  "superbowl" of church service Sundays. It makes since that this would happen. Easter is the one day a year most people attend church. Therefore, you must pull out all the stops to hopefully pull in people that wouldn't normally attend in. Almost everyone I know that works or is associated with church was excited about the plannings of their Sunday morning. My church in Knoxville had a great service lined up as well. The music was great, and their were some surprises as well. I think it's good that churches go the extra mile on Easter to encompass more people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3573004062315893323?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3573004062315893323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3573004062315893323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3573004062315893323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3573004062315893323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-897989462869478148</id><published>2009-04-05T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:57:27.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you care, here is the latest</title><content type='html'>So, I've been pretty lazy and haven't updated this thing lately. I don't have any stories to speak of, so I'm just going to run down some of my most recent happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joined twitter - not sure what I think about it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saw Marley and Me - cried like a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got a new tennis racket. It hits awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Had my review at work - went well, job seems safe, bills will be paid another month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Made a customer really mad at work. Inadvertently got in the middle of a "domestic" dispute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Started tracking my calorie intake on www.livestrong.com - Really like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Booked our Caribbean cruise vacation - only have to wait 4 1/2 more months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- started spring tennis league - first match on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got three new fish. Named them Elvis, Sonny, and Lulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tried out Presbyterian church. Preacher was boring, and apparently on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jen got in to Pharmacy School Honor Society. Big accomplishment. The narcoleptic professor who talked like Napoleon Dynamite that led the ceremony was hilarious. He fell asleep three times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-897989462869478148?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/897989462869478148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=897989462869478148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/897989462869478148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/897989462869478148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-care-here-is-latest.html' title='If you care, here is the latest'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5815184813231946702</id><published>2009-03-21T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:43:54.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>I filled out a bracket and got in a pool with some work people this year. After the first round I was 27-5, the best I've done in a while. Here are the highlights of my pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elite 8&lt;br /&gt;Louisville&lt;br /&gt;Kansas&lt;br /&gt;UConn&lt;br /&gt;Memphis&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburg&lt;br /&gt;Duke North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Four&lt;br /&gt;Duke&lt;br /&gt;NC&lt;br /&gt;Kansas&lt;br /&gt;UConn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals&lt;br /&gt;UConn&lt;br /&gt;NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner&lt;br /&gt;NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how this pans out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5815184813231946702?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5815184813231946702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5815184813231946702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5815184813231946702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5815184813231946702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2892323386869077794</id><published>2009-03-09T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:03:32.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This stuff never happens to me</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning I got up and ran a 5k. I didn't place in my age group, but I did run a minute and a half faster than last year. I was pretty excited about that. My day just got better from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon there was some craft show downtown in Birmingham. It was at a place called the BJCC. Also going on this weekend at the BJCC was the Davis Cup. For those of you who aren't tennis fans that is a team tennis tournament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally wanted to get tickets to the Davis Cup but it was sold out minutes after the tickets went on sale. So we are downtown walking to the craft show when some guy asks us if we need tickets to the Davis Cup. He said it was $20 for the pair. I originally tell him nah, but then turn around to ask him who is playing. he tells me it's just the doubles. He then says, if you want the tickets you can just have them. I thought he was joking until he insisted I take them and told us to have a good time. So we got in and the seats were great. We had a great view of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast. I have never been to a sporting event wher eyou cheer for your country. People were excited about tennis, there were cheerleaders, music in between games, chanting - it was awesome. The US won there match Saturday and beat Switzerland overall for the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2892323386869077794?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2892323386869077794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2892323386869077794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2892323386869077794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2892323386869077794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-stuff-never-happens-to-me.html' title='This stuff never happens to me'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5531195127107005733</id><published>2009-02-23T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:13:37.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>computer troubles</title><content type='html'>For the second time this year the ac adapter to my Dell computer has shorted out. In the past year this makes the third AC adapter I will have used and I'm on the computer's second battery. The fist battery died out after a couple years, but I didn't replace it for a long time after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had several problems out of my Dell computers. It's pretty irritating that they consistently provide bad service and faulty parts. Kendall recently bought a Dell computer that had problems after two months and they would not do an on site visit to fix it. I guess as long as we're buying they aren't going to change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at work on Saturday I had a computer repairman sit at my desk. In casual conversation I asked him if he thought one particular brand of computer was worse than others. I expected he would confirm my suspicions about Dell. Insteak I got a 40 minute dissertation on the computer market, price ranges, and life expectancy. He proceeded to draw me a graph and diagram with a bell curve of computers. All the while people that had legitimate banking needs sat in the lobby. I felt like a tool talking to this nerd who too my question way to seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm blogging on Jen's hp laptop today. It's a good computer, but the battery is dead on it as well and won't hold a charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my rant for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5531195127107005733?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5531195127107005733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5531195127107005733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5531195127107005733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5531195127107005733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/02/computer-troubles.html' title='computer troubles'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2083242741671368179</id><published>2009-02-11T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:14:44.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs I might be getting old</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about getting older some lately. The signs keep becoming more and more apparent. I am getting old. I will list the signs that have lead me to arrive at this conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I spend most weekends dog cussing my neighbors for throwing loud parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's usually 12am when I start getting irritated because I'm in bed. I think I can count the number of times I went to bed before 12 in college on two hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I am very comfortable talking and making friends with 30 year old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair line is not what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend that has a one year old child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college I thought I would never want to have a 9-5 job. I now find myself incredibly irritated at staying at work past 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I college I didn't care about making money, I just wanted to make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently looking at grad school vs career options that would maximize my annual income. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest worries used to be making decent grades and having plans on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my worries include bills, my credit score, my future, saving money, providing for my wife, feeding my animals, the safety and security of the banking industry, among many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a checking account for a college student that was born in 1990. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there is more than I have listed, but that is all I got for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2083242741671368179?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2083242741671368179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2083242741671368179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2083242741671368179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2083242741671368179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/02/signs-i-might-be-getting-old.html' title='Signs I might be getting old'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-9124853891691819751</id><published>2009-02-04T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:18:59.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Happenings</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while, but I'll give a brief summary of semi-mentionable things going on with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we received our car renewal notices. In Tennessee everyone pays $60 per tag no matter if you drive a pinto or a loaded Mercedes. However, Alabama prefers to tax you based on the value of your car. My 2000 civic rang in at $82 this year. We were billed in arrears for Jen's Jetta, plus for the coming year. Thus meaning that we received a bill of $332 dollars to renew her tag. For those of you who didn't major in math that is $400 in car tag renewals for us. If we lived in Tennessee, which is the state in the union we prefer to live in, our renewals would have been $120. We could have even gotten one of those specialty plates for cheaper the here. Yet, we'll just put a new sticker on our "stars fell on Alabama" license plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still playing in the tennis league. I clocked a match last week lasting for over two hours. For those of you not familiar with competitive tennis, that is a long time to be on the court. I was soar for days. We also bought a wii fit, which Jen really enjoys. We compete nightly to set the new records on the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of why Tennessee is better than Alabamistan, they had snow this week. Schools got called off for 2 1/2 days and banks were closed early. Apparently it snowed for two days. Enough to make everything look nice, but not so bad you couldn't get out and drive. In Alabama we got rain, followed by freezing temperatures. However, they did not coordinate before they each arrived, so we got no snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-9124853891691819751?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/9124853891691819751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=9124853891691819751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/9124853891691819751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/9124853891691819751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-happenings.html' title='Random Happenings'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2292248211355168195</id><published>2009-01-19T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:05:36.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bank Holidays Make me Happy</title><content type='html'>So, It's Martin Luther King Jr. Day and I'm off work to celebrate. Unfortunately Jen had to work, so it's just me and the critters today. I am currently sitting in the middle of the couch with Emma on my left and Taylor on my right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I went home last weekend. We didn't do a whole lot, however we did buy a Wii and a Wii fit. I have spent the better part of this morning playing with them, especially the fit. I am really glad we bought the wii, however I am looking for any suggestions for games that might be good for it. (my blog is open to public comments, so ANYONE can make suggestions.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to do today. I've done a few things around the apartment, and I have a tennis match later this evening. I just flipped through the 200 channels on my tv and found there is absolutely nothing worth watching on tv at this time of day. Hence, that is why I'm mindlessly writing on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2292248211355168195?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2292248211355168195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2292248211355168195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2292248211355168195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2292248211355168195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/01/bank-holidays-make-me-happy.html' title='Bank Holidays Make me Happy'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-4835819638487472031</id><published>2009-01-15T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:09:59.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>76-100</title><content type='html'>76. I don't do foreign voice impressions very well, except for Chinese. All my foreign voices sound like I'm talking in a Chinese voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Every year on my friend Emilee's birthday I call her and sing happy birthday in my "Chinese" voice on her voice mail. I think I've been doing that for 3-4 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. The most serious automobile accident I have been involved in was with a deer. We both collided. It did about 5k worth of damage to my car. The insurance company called it an act of God. I'm pretty sure the deer died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. When I was 16 I backed in to the garage door - from inside the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. I have never beaten Kendall at poker. I'm decent at hold em' but every time I have been involved in a game with Kendall he has won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. I have only won two major gifts in my life. The best gift was a a round trip airline ticket to anywhere in the continental US. I told my parents I wanted to use it to go to California. Instead, I went to Gainesville, FL, with my mom, and stayed with my grandparents, on their farm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. There is video footage of me driving a John Deer Tractor and shooting a BB gun on my grandparents far. My grandmother chose to show this video to Jen when we visited them a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. The other major gift I won was a mountain bike when I was in the first grade. I won the bike in about March, and I had just received a new bike for Christmas that year. It was slightly anti-climatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. I have gotten two speeding tickets. The first was when I was at the beach my freshman year of college on spring break. I was going roughly 95mph down a highways in Destin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I have worn boxers since I was 13 years old. I can not comfortably were briefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. My favorite meal is my grandmothers chicken n' dumplins. I only get them once a year because she lives in Florida and my mom doesn't know how to fix them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. I have never been in a fist fight in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. My honeymoon was by far the best vacation I have ever been on. Jen and I got upgraded to the penthouse suite on the cruise ship. We still miss being on that cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. I am very particular about my clothes matching. I don't mix colors that don't go together. I am also know for wearing "wild" ties at work. My favorite tie has beach chairs trees on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. At age 17 I started a lunch first policy about dating. I would take a girl out to lunch first, before I would commit to an evening date. If the girl wasn't worth spending an entire evening with, lunch was an easy out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. I have been to New York three separate times. I have seen three Broadway plays and been to the US Open tennis tournament once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. I had a stuffed dinosaur when I was little name Little Foot. He was actually from the Land Before Time movies. He went everywhere with me. He got his tonsils out with me and he had tubes put in his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. I got really in to random music when I was in college. I have tons of cd's of artists that most people have never heard of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. My dad is partly in charge of the Great Knoxville Rubber Duck race. One year in an  attempt to help sell ducks I dressed up like a Giant Duck at the mall. Kendall and I took turns wearing the costume. We sold a few ducks, and got accosted by a lot of teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. I can hardly stand to be outside without sunglasses. My eyes are incredibly sensitive to light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. I have consistently worked out with weights for the past 4 years. I'm by no means ripped, but I can throw around a decent amount of weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. I got really in to disc golf when I was in college. My friend Justin and I used to play almost every day. We were some of the few people not smoking pot while we played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. I am pretty hairy. I'm not a fan of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. I learned to water ski my last summer of college behind Kendall's parents boat. We went to the lake almost every weekend until I finally learned to ski. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. I played soccer through elementary school and some of middle school. My parents found it quite boring to come to the games and watch me and the other kids pick clovers while waiting on the ball to come near us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. My best life decision was falling in love and marrying a girl way smarter and better looking than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-4835819638487472031?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/4835819638487472031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=4835819638487472031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4835819638487472031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4835819638487472031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/01/76-100.html' title='76-100'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5915536294906763370</id><published>2009-01-14T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:15:38.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>51-75</title><content type='html'>51. I have only broke one bone in my life. That bone was my little toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. I broke my little toe while running down a hall and tripping in to a wall. I was running to the room, because my friend Jay informed me there was a good fight on Jerry Springer. I was a freshman in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. While trying to pick up a girl my junior year of high school I called her the wrong name. I ended up getting a few dates with the girl though. However, I relationship was ended one night when I was told she was too busy making soap to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. I have done the email "breakup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. The first time I smoked a cigar it was New Years Eve of the 1999. Adam gave me a cigar to smoke that night. Afterwards I felt really guilty. On my way home I went by Scott's house and sprayed febreeze and cologne all over my clothes. I was not really a fan of the cigar either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. I used to go to Cotton Eyed Joe's on Monday nights on occasion in high school. Monday was teen night and me and some of my friends would go there and line dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. I went to Las Vegas my last semester of college and won a grand total of $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. When I was in second grade another kid in my class told me his middle name was Stephen and he spelled it with a ph. I thought that was cool, so I started writing my name like that. My teacher never caught on but my mom was not happy when she realized I was trying to change the spelling of my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. My favorite Holiday is Christmas. I'm going to be that guy with all the lights when I buy a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. To this day I still get presents from my mom for almost every holiday. Christmas, New Years, Thanksgiving, Valentines, St Patricks Day, and Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I have never smoked a cigarette. (or done drugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. I am a Christian, but I could not name all the books in the Bible if you gave me 50 tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Jen and I will never be official aunts and uncles, nor will our children have cousins, aunts or uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. I hate roller coasters that go upside down. I have absolutely no desire to visit places like six flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. I have worn the same size shoes since I was 13. size 14 athletic shoes, size 13 dress shoes. I had really big feet for a middle schooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. While in seventh grade, I accidentally stepped on the back of my teachers shoe and it broke. My teacher was like 65 and was not happy. Mom wrote her a note offering to pay for the shoe. She declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. My first backpacking trip was on January 19, 2005. That was the coldest day recorded that year. We slept in a shelter with it snowing on us, unable to start a fire. It fell to 15 below zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. I probably own more clothes than most girls. I do not however have more clothes than Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. On any given day I can probably tell you roughly how many calories I have eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. I hate being called by my last name. There were 3 Steve/Steven's at my first job out of college. So by default I was called Brooks for more than a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. I cannot sleep in socks. I typically don't sleep in pants either, but even on the coldest days of the year I can't sleep in socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. I email Ryan and Kendall from work daily. I can probably count the days I haven't talked to them via email in the past two years by email on one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. In introduced my friend Scott to his wife. His (girlfriend at the time) introduced me to my wife. If I wouldn't have given my friend Clay, Christy's phone number, he may  not have met his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. I did not eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as a child. I probably eat at least one a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. I attempted to learn to surf when I was 16 years old one summer at the beach. I rented a surf board. I wasn't very successful with the surfing, but I did try to impress some girls by walking around with the board. On my way to the beach in front of a group of girls I tripped over the leash, dropped the board, and fell on my hands.  They were not impressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5915536294906763370?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5915536294906763370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5915536294906763370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5915536294906763370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5915536294906763370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/01/51-75.html' title='51-75'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2511902337168938199</id><published>2009-01-13T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:04:15.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26-50</title><content type='html'>26. The first concert I went to was Joe Diffie when I was in middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I have driven my Honda for 9 years now and it's still running strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I wore glasses from the second grade through the eighth. They were always the teardrop style. I got contacts before high school and I have rarely worn glasses as opposed to contacts since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I bought a guitar after my first year of college in hopes to impress girls. I wanted to be the guy with the semi-long hair that could whip out his guitar and play the white blues. I can play a few chords and pretty basic songs on the guitar. I did not impress any girls with my playing, yet I did put it out there a few times when trying to meet some girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The first time I kissed Jen I chickened out and kissed her on the head instead of the lips. When I say head, I mean hair, like the crown of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. My sophomore year of college I took the history of rock n' roll. There was a girl that I wanted to take out but I hadn't talked to her. In an effort to strike up a conversation I used a classic pick up line. I said "hey, nice shirt." But sadly it wasn't a nice shirt, it was a Joe's Crab Shack t-shirt and she was not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I can probably recite every line of the Karate Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Speaking of the Karate Kid. When I was in Kindergarten I asked my hair dresser to dye my hair black and part my hair down the middle. My did not allow me to part my hair down the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I had a bowl cut in the fifth grade. I thought I was cool like Zac Morris. I was really just a chubby kid, with teardrop glasses, and a bowl cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. The first time I tried alcohol it was wine from a box and I was 17. I thought it was nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I have never beaten Jen at Monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. When I was introduced to Jen I did not intend on dating her. I told the person who fixed us up that I might hang out with her and that's it. We all see how that ended up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I once scored 22 points in a JR. Pro basketball game. The was the most I'd ever scored in a game. I was in the eight grade and I had this nice strap to wear on the back of my glasses so they wouldn't fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I made the All-Star basketball team when I was in the eight grade. I road the pine most of the season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Before I got my first job, I worked for my dad's office. They paid me to do data entry from home. Every day I would enter information in to an Excel spreadsheet and watch Magnum PI. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. When I was in Kindergarten Evy Harold punched me in the face and gave me a bloody nose. My mom said it was because she liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. My first job was as a dry cleaning clerk. I got paid to watch tv and do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. My favorite book is probably "A Pirate Looks at 50" by Jimmy Buffett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. At two separate times in college I grew a beard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I can not sleep without a small pillow that I have had since I was a child. Jen thinks the pillow is nasty and should be thrown away. It was my grandfathers when he was in the Navy. I consider it a family heirloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I have worn a watch since I was 5 years old. Not the same watch, but I've always had a timepiece on my left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. The summer I moved to Birmingham I bought two fish at Wal-Mart. One of the fish ate the other but it is still alive. Her name is Lola and she is currently a year and a half old. That's a pretty long life for a Wal-Mart fish that lives in an aquarium that has dirty water in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. When I was in the first grade my dad told me he would give me $5 if I could recite the alphabet backwards. I practiced and could do it pretty well. I went to school to share with my teacher. She felt there were more important things I could be learning than how to recite the alphabet backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. In middle school everyone either joined the band or chorus. I chose to join the band. I attempted to play trumpet and was horrible. I was forced to switch to the tuba. The ultimate of nerdy band instruments. I wasn't much better at tuba. I quit band after 8th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I always smile with my mouth open in pictures. Sometimes they don't quite turn out correctly. Christy Widener used to call it my "steven smile." If the mouth is too wide though, Jen says I just look goofy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2511902337168938199?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2511902337168938199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2511902337168938199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2511902337168938199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2511902337168938199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/01/26-50.html' title='26-50'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3435896160839761138</id><published>2009-01-11T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:09:16.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-25 Interesting Things</title><content type='html'>In the blog world, all the cool kids write 100 interesting things about themselves for their 100th post. I'll probably break my 100 things in to a few posts, and "interesting" may be a stretch, but here are some things you may or may not know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The only time in my life that I voted republican was in Kindergarten. I voted in the Brickey Elementary Election for George Bush Sr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have been on stage at the Tennessee Theatre - I was dressed as Cher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have been involved in a high speed automobile chase. I was 17 in the back of Zac's car. The Chase lasted approximately 15 minutes ending in a neighborhood of Fountain City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My senior year of college I was a columnist for the UT newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can drive a semi-truck well enough to maneuver in a parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have run 4 half-marathons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have never beaten my dad in a race. My dad is one of the fastest runners his age in the state of Tennessee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I had acne and over sized glasses all through middle school. If I could erase 3 years from my life, it would be 6-8th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. While working at a bank in high school and college I picked up two girls in the drive-thru. It did not end well either time. The downside was they knew where to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I was once interrogated for an hour before attempting to take a girl on a date. Coincidently one of the girls from the drive-thru. I canceled the date after meeting the psychotic dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I spent a long time thinking that I wanted to be a weatherman. I would watch the weather channel like it was HBO. However, all the math and science required for that field drove me in to communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I never had a pet until I was 24 years old. My first pet is a cat named Emma. My second pet is a dog named Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My last semester of college I worked in the athletic department. I had a pass to get on the field and in the sky boxes. I have watched kickoff from the sidelines - It was pretty much awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Both my parents have degrees and backgrounds in working with children. I was once asked to watch an after school community center as part of a job I had. It was a horrible experience. I am horrible with children, which is funny considering my parents backgrounds. The tv broke so I organized a game of dodgeball. Bad idea. It ended violently with a white kid calling a black kid a monkey. I had to separate them. They were scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I quit my first bank job to work at a public relations firm. It was supposed to be a lot of hands on experience. I was basically a runner. I wrote one press release and ran about 50 errands a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I lifeguarded two summers and never had to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I was the number one tennis player at my high school my senior year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My doubles partner and I were runners up at the district tournament my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Every time I go to Miyabi (Japanese food) I plan my evening around stopping by the house to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I never pooped at school from Kindergarten until my college graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I have phobias of public bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. While in high school and some in college I put highlights in my hair and spiked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I did not like to eat steak until I was 22 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I rarely wore jeans in high school. I may have only owned a couple t-shirts. I wore khaki pants, sweaters, or Abercrombie button downs almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. My sophomore year in high school, me and my friends (the preppy kids) all bought khaki JNCOs and wore them with Abercrombie sweaters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3435896160839761138?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3435896160839761138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3435896160839761138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3435896160839761138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3435896160839761138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-25-interesting-things.html' title='1-25 Interesting Things'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-8478766166393273816</id><published>2009-01-11T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:36:44.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>Today marked the first tennis match I've played in 7.5 years. It was somewhat what I expected. I was rusty, but I gave my opponent a decent match. I did however get beat which was kind of a downer. Yet, the guy a played is probably better than his USTA ranking, yet it was a good wake up call to where I need to get back to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I had a pretty good weekend. Friday night we headed out to Wings restaurant and then to Walmart. We are still in the market for a wii and wii fit which we have been unable to find anywhere since Christmas. Saturday we worked out, cleaned the apartment and headed out to the mall. We ate lunch at the Olive Garden, which ended up being fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor got groomed today and she looks really good. We kind of went too long in between groomings this past time. We also tried a new recipe tonight. We had ranch pork roast and it was delicious. Jen also made from scratch cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there isn't anything more interesting to ride about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-8478766166393273816?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8478766166393273816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=8478766166393273816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8478766166393273816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8478766166393273816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-6584387713734378659</id><published>2009-01-07T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:53:43.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 off and running</title><content type='html'>So 2009 is now upon us. So far my resolutions are going alright. I've managed to cut back on the soda. However, I have noticed my morning coffee intake rising. I don't know if that really is any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I have been hitting the gym regularly. This Sunday I will play my first "official" tennis match in about eight years. It's kind of a weird feeling. I'll be doing something I've done hundreds of times before, but stepping on that court in a semi official capacity will be surreal. I'm really enjoying getting back in to recreational competitive tennis. It's also been good for trying to get back in shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen started her winter rotation on Monday. She is working for the district pharmacy manager for CVS. So far it hasn't been too bad for her. She gets lunch provided about every day, works six hours a day, and just kind of hangs out most of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work has started a new incentive program. Basically, I'll be making more money to do stuff I was already doing. I'm pretty excited to see how that turns out. Unfortunately, it will be a few months before I reap the benefits of the new system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I have for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-6584387713734378659?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6584387713734378659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=6584387713734378659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6584387713734378659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6584387713734378659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-off-and-running.html' title='2009 off and running'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3981358989146388282</id><published>2009-01-01T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:27:27.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>2008 has come and gone and today starts a brand new year. From my last post everyone learned of my resolutions. I am happy to say that I only drank one soft drink today. It was pretty rough, but I drank mostly water. I did have a Gatorade and a glass of eggnog. Yeah, I'm one of those weird people that like eggnog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I spent this New Years in Birmingham. This is something we have not done before. My parents came down on Tuesday and are leaving tomorrow. Last night we went to a restaurant called Sweet Bones Alabama. It was very good, I got the pork chops. Then we headed back home and hung out with Carson and Dick and rung in the New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good New Years. Very laid back, but Jen and I enjoyed spending time together and it was good to hang out with my parents. Ironically, we saw the ball drop at 11pm Central Standard Time and there was no countdown or tv special to speak of for those of us on central time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button today. It was not exactly what I expected, but it was good. A little long but it was one of those movies that its good just to say you've seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3981358989146388282?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3981358989146388282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3981358989146388282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3981358989146388282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3981358989146388282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7216023201921437929</id><published>2008-12-29T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:48:08.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Drink More Water - I made this one last year but I've slacked off in the past few months. Those 24oz diet Pepsi's have slowly replaced the water I was drinking.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Update My blog more regularly - I went from doing about 12 posts a month to about 2. I think my goal for 2009 will be to have around 6 posts a month. That is once about every 4 days. So the 5 of you that read this can try and hold me accountable.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eat Better - Jen and I are both going to try and work on eating better. I've slowly been trying to do this anyways. However, we are going to cut out a lot of bad sweets and too large portion sizes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Stay Active - Last year I planned to run a half marathon. I don't know if I will do that this year or not. However, I am planning to keep up my cardio by running, biking, and playing tennis. I also plan to continue lifting weights, but probably not at the same intensity. I probably won't be benching 200lbs very often any more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have an Active Social Life - I hope in 2009 we can do more things out with friends in Birmingham. Go to movies, bowling, or just have people over for dinner occasionally.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Develop a taste for wine - I'm not talking about me and Jen throwing down on a Friday night alone at the apartment, but we both would like to learn a little bit about wines. There are several health benefits to drinking a glass of red wine a day, and it's a sophisticated beverage to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7216023201921437929?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7216023201921437929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7216023201921437929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7216023201921437929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7216023201921437929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2856594426151842204</id><published>2008-12-28T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:11:23.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Survey</title><content type='html'>I completely ripped this post off Zac's blog. I just want to get that out up front so everyone knows. However, I thought it was a noteworthy survey so here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do in 2008 that you've never done before? Stayed away from Knoxville for months at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you keep New Year's Resolutions? I said I was going to run a half marathon and did that in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth? Ryan and Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you pass away? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you get married? Scott and Kristin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What places did you visit? Nashville, Knoxville, Pensacola Beach, Huntsville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to have more of 2009 that you lacked in 2008? Spare time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory? April 19th, my last day at Penske Truck Leasing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest achievement of the year? Making a career change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest failure? Putting off grad school - once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury? I had kidney stones - that was lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best thing you bought? I bought Jen some jewelry items she wanted, that made her real happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose behavior merited most celebration? Jen consistently kicking butt in pharmacy school merits a lot of celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? I don't like to name names, but I'm sure some of my friends already know the answer to this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did most of your money go? bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you get really excited about? Having weekends and federal holidays off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What songs will always remind you of 2008? If I had Eyes - Jack Johnson, SOS - Jonas Brothers, there are probably more that I just can't think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to this time last year are you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. Happier or Sadder? happier&lt;br /&gt;ii. Thinner or Fatter? probably firmer&lt;br /&gt;iii. Richer or Poorer? slightly richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you'd done more of? Gone on more "dates" with Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you'd done less of? Wasted time complaining about things I can't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you be spending the holidays? with my family and seeing what friends I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you be spending New Years? In B'ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall in love in 2008? I'm already in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many one night stands? none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite TV program? I really got in to the Mentalist, How I Met Your Mother and Life on Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone now you didn't hate this time last year?  hate is a strong word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyone you didn't like this time last year? I've built upon some friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best book you read? I read the Twilight series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest musical discovery? Jerry Jeff Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you want and get?  I wanted a new bike which Jen got me for our anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you want and not get? A new car, Jen got one though, so I guess that's half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite film? film would imply I watched something artsy and educational. I in fact only watched major motion pictures last year. Unless Juno counts, but I really wasn't that impressed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do on your Birthday? Went to lunch at California Pizza Kitchen with my parents, went to dinner at Village Tavern with Jen, had some friends come over for cookie cake afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What one thing would have made your year immensely more satisfying? winning the lottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept of 2008? Preppy and dressy, more adult than trendy these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kept you sane? Having co-workers that shared my views&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What celebrity did you fancy the most? Brad Pitt grew a mustache, so that is noteworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What political issue stirred you the most? Taxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the best new person you met? I've met some pretty cool people in my new job as well as through my neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A valuable life lesson learned from 2008? Don't be complacent doing what your doing, and always maintain your friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote a song lyric that reminds you of 2008? "These days I'm up about the time I used to go to bed" - Jimmy Buffett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I'd never done before 2008? Quit a full time job, took up road bicycling, joined a tennis league&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other memorable moments from 2008 include...&lt;/span&gt;.  Going to the beach on Memorial Day Weekend, Staying in Nashville,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2856594426151842204?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2856594426151842204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2856594426151842204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2856594426151842204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2856594426151842204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-survey.html' title='2008 Survey'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5616091753878220605</id><published>2008-12-27T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:32:38.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Tennessee Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SVbXK1UrCeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fOTa2Ew1grU/s1600-h/Jen%27s+Holiday+pictures+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SVbXK1UrCeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fOTa2Ew1grU/s200/Jen%27s+Holiday+pictures+254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284647793878305250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a while so I thought I would catch everyone up on our Christmas break. I got off from December 19-25 to go home for the holidays. We had a great time but still didn't manage to see everyone and do everything we intended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Monday Kendall and I email each other "the rundown" of activities from the weekend. I will give you all the rundown of Christmas Vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - My mom had strep throat so I did my best to avoid getting germs at the house. Dad and I played some tennis and hung around the house. Jen and I went to the mall and to Gondolier (a local pizza place) for dinner on Saturday. At the mall we saw 5 people we knew. Two of them I went to high school with and they already have 2 kids. Weird... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Got up and went to my old church. Then we headed to Jen's grandmothers for lunch and a Christmas exchange with Jen's extended family. I left her grandmother's house with a large pocket full of money and way too much food in my stomach. We ate dinner with my parents later that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - We got up early and headed to Pigeon Forge for some holiday shopping. We spent most of the day there with my mom. We came back to town and met some of my good friends for dinner at the Butcher Shop (semi-fancy steak restaurant). The food was not the best that night, but we had a great time with our friends. Afterwards Jen and I went and looked at a few festively decorated houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - We got up and went to see my grandparents in Clinton. That was followed by getting a haircut and some light shopping in west Knoxville. Dad and I played tennis that afternoon. Jen went to the Ye Ole Steakhouse (nice steak restaurant) with her good friends and their moms. I went and got her a couple presents while she was there. Then I went over to Dusty and Emilee's to see their dogs and have a festive beverage with Dusty. It was good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - It is a Christmas Eve tradition to go to lunch with my parents. We went to the Downtown Grill and Brewery (just like it sounds) for lunch. We walked around the city and then went to see Four Christmases at the downtown theater. That movie was absolutely hilarious. Christmas Eve night the tradition is to eat with Jen's family, in particular her dad's side. Her mom hosted the dinner this year and it was fantastic. Prime Rib was the main course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Christmas morning we still get up early to open presents. We did Christmas breakfast and presents at Jen's parents and then we did lunch with my parents. Jen's parents joined us for lunch too. We got most of your typical Christmas presents but did get a few things of note. Jen got a new Dooney and Burke purse, a Vera Bradley dog carrier, a black onyx ring from me and lots of clothes. I got a couple suits, a new racquet bag and some Rayban Wayfarers from Jen. It was a really great Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what we spent our week of vacation doing. We came home very tired. I wish I could have seen more people, and done more things but that will just have to be on the next trip. I did get a gift card to Litton's (local burger place) and plan on going there next time we are in. I hope everyone else had as great a Christmas as we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5616091753878220605?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5616091753878220605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5616091753878220605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5616091753878220605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5616091753878220605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/12/tender-tennessee-christmas.html' title='Tender Tennessee Christmas'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SVbXK1UrCeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fOTa2Ew1grU/s72-c/Jen%27s+Holiday+pictures+254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5514003201964502431</id><published>2008-12-09T17:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:55:54.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overly Festive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/ST8ho0Q-iqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LrvWuL26UZQ/s1600-h/DSCF0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/ST8ho0Q-iqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LrvWuL26UZQ/s200/DSCF0099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277974273409845922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has recently been brought to my attention at work that me and another associate might be overly festive. I know this may be hard to believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently just because I own one or seven holiday sweaters, have been playing Christmas music since mid November and talk about holiday movies like they are classic films I've been given this stigma of being overly festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, isn't it normal to have lots of holiday clothing. What would Christmas Eve be without my reindeer sweater. I even talked Jen in to getting a snowflake sweater last Christmas. And it's perfectly normal to put your tree up right after Halloween isn't it. You only get to enjoy it this once a year. Go big or go home I say. I only have a small balcony, but you can bet that every part of it that can host a decoration has a colored light on it. Yes, you head that right, COLORED LIGHTS. Because classy Christmas white just doesn't cut it for me. I grew up with this nice tree at my parents house with the white lights and "nice" ornaments. There are no arts and crafts on my parents tree, with the exception of the angel I made in the second grade that I insist be placed upon the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people thing that Christmas has become overly commercialized. I'm not saying I disagree with this, but I have some nice renditions of songs referring to the birth of Christ on the Christmas mix I made myself that I listen to in the car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if there is any problem with the festiveness of the holidays it is because other people just don't have the spirit like I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5514003201964502431?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5514003201964502431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5514003201964502431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5514003201964502431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5514003201964502431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/12/overly-festive.html' title='Overly Festive'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/ST8ho0Q-iqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LrvWuL26UZQ/s72-c/DSCF0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3206862017646437055</id><published>2008-12-01T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:30:48.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Christmas music</title><content type='html'>Now that it's officially the holiday season I thought I would list some of my favorite Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas - Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho HO HO and a Bottle of Rum - Jimmy Buffett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is a Real Good Tan - Kenny Chesney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River - James Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee Christmas - Amy Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby It's Cold Outside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen - Bare Naked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Song - Dave Matthews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer - Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in the Carribean - Jimmy Buffett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Come O Come Emmanuel - Third Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made add upon this list as we get closer to the holidays and I'm reminded of more great songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3206862017646437055?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3206862017646437055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3206862017646437055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3206862017646437055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3206862017646437055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/12/favorite-christmas-music.html' title='Favorite Christmas music'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-9073482243705641160</id><published>2008-11-25T17:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:54:08.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful at Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SSysOsXFKdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/b_zfPYVgkeA/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SSysOsXFKdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/b_zfPYVgkeA/s200/turkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272778632170121682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to be thankful for at Thanksgiving this year. Below is my list of what I'm thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A loving wife who puts up with me, my messes, and all of my "oddities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A dog that runs to the door every time I come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Festive decorations in my apartment all year long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A family that loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Friends that keep in touch even though I live 4 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A job that allows me to pay the bills and occasionally splurge on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A cat that purrs when she seems me after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The "Thanksgiving Turkey" gifts that I still receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sundays that I can just sit on the couch with Jen and watch movies and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Co-workers that keep me sane during a work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Emailing my friends throughout the day about absolutely nothing important or relevant at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The knowledge that one day I'll look back at this time in my life and realize how great we really have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-9073482243705641160?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/9073482243705641160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=9073482243705641160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/9073482243705641160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/9073482243705641160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-at-thanksgiving.html' title='Thankful at Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SSysOsXFKdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/b_zfPYVgkeA/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-4188739313413993106</id><published>2008-11-20T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:58:18.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Season</title><content type='html'>I got up this morning feeling slightly congested but not too bad. I went through my morning routine and took some cold medicine. About the time I got to work, I felt sick to my stomach. I was abruptly sent home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about my new job is you can actually take a sick day without being scrutinized for it. My previous employer, both in Alabama and Tennessee,looked at taking a sick as not being a team player. If you can walk you can work was basically the mentality. I'm not someone who calls in sick for any given reason. However, I am someone who thinks that working when you sick is bad for customer service and for getting better. Everyone at work told me that they didn't want whatever they had and sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, yesterday I got a flu shot hoping to avoid any major illness this winter. The flu shot was kind of awkward because I got it in a room with several tables and everyone could see you getting the shot. The problem was I was wearing a button down dress shirt. So for the nurse to get to my arm I had to unbutton most of my shirt in front of everyone there. Slightly awkward for me and the rest of the bank employees getting a flu shot yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm home laying in the bed with Taylor and Emma. I don't know if they can sense when you don't feel well, but they have been sitting with me since I've been home. It's kind of nice to have some company while Jen is at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also revisiting watching some daytime tv. I was very disappointed to find out that my current cable package does not include the sleuth network. I was very excited to watch some Magnum PI, however that did not work out. I have watched a couple episodes of Las Vegas in between sleeping and being sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-4188739313413993106?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/4188739313413993106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=4188739313413993106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4188739313413993106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4188739313413993106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-season.html' title='Sick Season'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-6551035643686792126</id><published>2008-11-09T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:55:21.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was homecoming for my alma matre, The University of Tennessee. Homecoming is always a game I try to make it to. I graduated college three years ago, so Homecoming is kind of a tradition Jen and I have started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty good day. In the morning my dad and I went out and played some tennis. I'm starting to get my groundstrokes back the more I hit. For those of you that don't know, I'm trying to get back in to playing tennis. There is a local league starting in January and my goal is to get to a point where I can play competitively in my division. So Dad and I put in about an hour of practice yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I donned my orange and white and Jen and I headed to the game. A friend of my dad's gave us his tickets. The seats were awesome. We were on the 15 yard line, 40 rows back, in seats with cushions and backs already on them. It was the perfect place to watch an unperfect execution of Tennessee football. For anyone that didn't see the news yesterday, Tennesse lost it's homecoming game to the Wyoming Cowboys. Yeah - SEC football at it's finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game we headed to Litton's for a great dinner. TN football and Litton's are two things I miss in Birmingham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are toting all our Christmas decorations back home that we stored up here. Next weekend will begin the Christmas decorations holiday extravaganza at the Brooks Household. I will post some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brighter news, I work tomorrow and then I'm off on Tuesday for Veteran's Day. I love bank holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-6551035643686792126?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6551035643686792126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=6551035643686792126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6551035643686792126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6551035643686792126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/11/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-4946294286001597868</id><published>2008-11-04T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:31:30.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SRD3bG8melI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Mcpv770FB-Q/s1600-h/bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SRD3bG8melI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Mcpv770FB-Q/s200/bill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980009489431122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a while, but I thought today was as good a day as any to write a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is election day. One of the many great reason to live in the United States of America. Because, we as a nation have the right to line up every four years and cast a ballot for the candidate that we most identify with. No candidate is ever perfect, but everyone can find someone that they can identify with. If not you haven't done your research. If you still can't you can always right someone else in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got up early and went to the polls to vote at 7am. There were a couple hundred of people in line. The wait wasn't too long and I really didn't mind it. I thought it was pretty cool how an election can bring everyone together and divide them at the same time. Everyone I was in line with had the same feeling of responsibility to vote for the next leader of America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election years bring out the best and worst of people. This year in particular the talk of politics in regular conversation has been worse than normal. By worse I mean more than there should be and more retarded than ever. Apparently radio DJ's are being considered a neutral form of information. I did not get any of my voting information from the morning radio talkshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to have an opinion on how the country would benefit from each candidate. I also have my opinions, but I try not to offer them unless asked. I don't care if other people vote how I do. I understand that voting is a personal decision people make and they have their own reasons for it. At times I've had to defend my decision of the candidate I'm voting for. However, that is a good thing. If you can defend the person you voted for that means you actually know why you are voting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cast my vote half heartedly or just because of a party line. I looked at the issues that are important to me right now. When I voted for the rest of offices I didn't vote for a single party. I heard a conversation today that sounded like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you vote for _________ for Judge"?&lt;br /&gt;"Were they republican?&lt;br /&gt;" I just voted for whoever was republican."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is what voting is for people, they would be better off just leaving that section blank. No single party or person has all the answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people worry about a candidate being some sort of tyrant and ruining the country. Last time I checked we have Congress and the Senate to regulate any tyrannical behavior. There is a stat that says city government is the most tyrannical of any form. I would definitely believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did my civic duty today and casted my vote. I hope my candidate wins, but if he doesn't at least I did my part to get him elected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-4946294286001597868?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/4946294286001597868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=4946294286001597868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4946294286001597868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4946294286001597868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SRD3bG8melI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Mcpv770FB-Q/s72-c/bill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5449907145767783990</id><published>2008-10-13T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:14:34.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1492</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SPNXgxS2SRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d1r8NfoWQ9E/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SPNXgxS2SRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d1r8NfoWQ9E/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256641410571323666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue. Five Hundred sixteen years later I'm off work because of Mr. Columbus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the first time I've been off work for this holiday. I worked at a bank in college and also was off on these "random" holidays. However, when you work part time you don't appreciate time off. Fast forward five years since I worked at a bank and I am elated to have off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is visiting so it's nice to have an extra day off to hang out with her. Next month I'm off for Veteran's day. I get off ten federal holidays each year. It's pretty much awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to you Mr. Columbus. For sailing the Ocean Blue and discovering this great land of America. Even if it was by accident we appreciate your discovery. I am glad this great nation chooses to honor you today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5449907145767783990?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5449907145767783990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5449907145767783990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5449907145767783990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5449907145767783990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/10/1492.html' title='1492'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SPNXgxS2SRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d1r8NfoWQ9E/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2565228292990088539</id><published>2008-10-08T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:50:20.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just give me dial up and bunny ears</title><content type='html'>I think my cable and internet company may be worse that UT's football team. Yes, they are that horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month I've had 5 technicians come to my apartment to fix my cable. The first tech installed a cable box incorrectly. So I had to have a second tech come out to fix what he messed up. Then I had two other techs come out to fix my internet and basic cable in my bedroom. We had fuzzy channels and our internet quit working. Both of these techs were unable to fix the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there were five technicians at once working on the cable and internet for our entire building. The have messed up our digital cable box but our basic cable and internet is working. Every time these people come out they give you a six hour window to be home or you can sign a key release. I don't know why anyone would sign a key release and let a complete stranger in their home, but every time I call they tell me that is what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of calling, I have called Direcpath at least 15 times in the past month. So far I have acquired $48 in credit on my account. I'm not a very confrontational person, but I have yelled at several of the operators and most recently I asked for the manager and yelled at her. Unfortunately it does not help with getting prompt service but I do seem to be able to get more credit on my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cable company company is the only option we have at our apartment complex. So in essence they have a monopoly on the cable and internet service for us. Therefore, they can give us crappy service and we can't take any real recourse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2565228292990088539?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2565228292990088539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2565228292990088539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2565228292990088539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2565228292990088539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-give-me-dial-up-and-bunny-ears.html' title='Just give me dial up and bunny ears'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-6560895922524056501</id><published>2008-09-24T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:48:09.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought today was Thursday - apparently it is not</title><content type='html'>It's been "one of those weeks" here in Birmingham. Nothing exciting has really happened, but nothing terribly bad has happened. It's kind of one of those weeks where you coast through life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday we visited the church at the movie theater again. We heard the last of a three part series about leadership. It was pretty entertaining. I'm slowly getting used to watching the pastor on a movie screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen passed her first test of the semester today. It was a law test and she studied for days. Apparently there is another test on Monday that she is already studying for. You can tell school is in session by all the books and binders at the apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about this weekend. Kendall is coming down along with Jen's friends Lauren and Holly. It's been a long time since we've had company and we haven't seen our parents in about a month. I'm looking forward to hanging out and having a good time with old friends this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pretty boring post, so I'll try to do better next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-6560895922524056501?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6560895922524056501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=6560895922524056501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6560895922524056501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6560895922524056501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-thought-today-was-thursday-apparently.html' title='I thought today was Thursday - apparently it is not'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-1061875563387360293</id><published>2008-09-21T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:11:22.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk of Shame</title><content type='html'>I feel confident in saying that almost everyone that reads this blog either watched first hand or heard about the massacre in Neyland on Saturday. The score didn't look as bad, compared to last years beating in the swamp. However, what hope do the mighty vols have for the rest of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play Auburn this week who barely lost to LSU. We play Georgia who is ranked ahead of Florida. We also play Alabama who hog tied the Arizona razorbacks. All in all things aren't looking up for Tennessee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I don't have a lot of things I can do here in Alabama besides watch college football. When a Tennessee game comes on I'm going to find myself in front of the TV watching and praying. I had the opportunity to travel to Auburn next weekend and watch the game. The ticket prices were not outrageous, but the gas would have been moderately costly. I decided to save the money, and based on yesterday's performance I think I made a good decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound like a bandwagon fan. I love the vols and I will always cheer and route for my alma matre. However, when you live in the middle of tide country you kind of hope that your team plays respectable. This makes the second Monday I have had to go to work and do the walk of shame. Everyone knows what happened and I'm the walking punch line because I have TN stuff proudly displayed all over my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could find a way to beat Auburn and Alabama I wouldn't care if we lost all the other games of the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-1061875563387360293?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/1061875563387360293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=1061875563387360293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/1061875563387360293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/1061875563387360293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/09/walk-of-shame.html' title='Walk of Shame'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-40634958054110280</id><published>2008-09-14T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:15:23.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down at the DMV</title><content type='html'>Last Monday Jen and I traveled to one of my least favorite places in the city. The Jefferson County Department of Motor Vehicles. We recently traded in Jen's car for a new VW Jetta and we needed to go pay the Alabama taxes on the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip started out as most other trips to the DMV. Long lines, smelly people and unfriendly employees. We hoped by going later in the day we may avoid some of the long lines. That didn't work out real well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been standing in line for about 30 minutes when Jen looked at me and said "I feel like I'm going to pass out." Ten seconds later I saw her head fall forward and I caught her before she fell to the floor. I brought her down gently to the green and was calling her name. I had her seated upright and was looking her in the eyes calling her name. A nurse ran up and told me to lay her flat on the ground. I was freaking out at this point calling Jen, Jen, Jen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three nurses ran up and someone called the paramedics. Jen came to and the paramedics ran tests on her. Luckily all her vital signs were normal and they said it was probable nothing major. However, for me it was scariest thing I have ever been a part of. To see someone you love fall to the ground and not respond to you calling there name is terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fact I realized that my first aid and CPR training was pretty much worthless in a crisis. What is the first thing you are always taught. Designate someone to call 911 immediately. Sadly, this never crossed my mind. Picking Jen up and driving her to the nearest hospital did, but getting there via ambulance did not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to convince Jen to leave, but she insisted at this point we stay and get our tags and pay the taxes for the car. Everyone gladly let me regain my place in line which was now three spots from the front. We got Jen home and she is feeling fine and back to normal now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-40634958054110280?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/40634958054110280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=40634958054110280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/40634958054110280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/40634958054110280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/09/down-at-dmv.html' title='Down at the DMV'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2750540346135380304</id><published>2008-09-11T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:12:44.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were you?</title><content type='html'>At work today I was emailing my friend Ryan. He brought to my attention that my blogging has decreased. He told me I should blog about 9-11-01 in honor of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked with several people about what they were doing on 9-11. No matter who it is everyone remembers were they were when they first heard the news. I was a freshman at UT when I got a call from someone on my cell saying that a plane flew in to the world trade center. I think I was on my way to math class when I first heard about the news. I remember going home and on every channel they just kept showing the video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems weird that was seven years ago. In history books that our kids will read 9-11 will be in it. Today is known as patriot day. For those of you not in the banking industry you should look up the Patriot Act. But we all can say we've lived through a major world event. When my parents were in there 20s Vietnam was taking place and World  War 2 was in our grandparents prime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just five months before 9-11 took place I visited New York for the first time. I vividly remember the twin towers and how really tall they were. If you've never seen the New York Skyline it is amazing. But those two buildings were taller than anything else in the city. They were an amazing site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel bad for the people and families that were directly affected by that tragedy. In a way though, it's affected us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2750540346135380304?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2750540346135380304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2750540346135380304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2750540346135380304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2750540346135380304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-were-you.html' title='Where were you?'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-8714550862174478375</id><published>2008-09-03T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:09:10.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least I have the Open</title><content type='html'>As everyone knows, my coveted Volunteers failed to beat the UCLA Bruins on Monday. It's disappointing to see the game slip through the cracks in the fourth quarter. I give a lot of credit to UCLA's quarterback for not sucking up the second half like he did the first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can blame Lincoln, Crompton, Fulmer, or even Colquitt for being suspended but at the end of the day you win and lose as a team. Fulmer's career rests in the hands of college students. How many of us would want our salary and job security to rest in the hands of some 18-21 year old kids. In Zac's blog he made a nice reference to how these are just kids and they have so many eyes watching them and pressure from the entire state. We forget that in between practice they have to attend and pass their classes, because football is not a profession that 75% of them will pursue professionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the tragedy of Monday night, I have found great joy in watching the US Open tennis tournament. I did grow up and play tennis for 11 years of my life, so I am biased on watching the sport. There have been a lot of great matches this year. I attended the open my senior year in college. I hope to make it back there one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see Roddick come through and win the entire tournament. I know that is a tall order, but it's possible. If not Roddick then hopefully Federer can come beat Nadal and add another championship to his resume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-8714550862174478375?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8714550862174478375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=8714550862174478375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8714550862174478375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8714550862174478375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-least-i-have-open.html' title='At Least I have the Open'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7259411505291038751</id><published>2008-09-01T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:55:17.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing that rolls is toilet paper</title><content type='html'>It's the time of year when the trash talk starts and the orange comes out of the closet. That's right - It's fall and that means college football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm working in an office where I'm the minority as far being a college football fan. We have a couple Alabama fans and a few Auburn among other schools. I can't help that those that wear the crimson on Friday didn't know you have to go north to Knoxville to get a quality education. It's not my fault that they don't know that Tuscaloosa is secondary compared to the great city of Knoxville. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are currently running a commercial in Alabama about a defensive player who wrote a poem that has now been printed on the back of a t-shirt. It's called the "Alabama Way." The funny thing is that this guy's claim to fame is he was on an Alabama team that hate the number 1 rated defense two years ago. He does not have a national championship, sec championship, or a Heisman. I haven't taken time to read the poem, so I can't comment on its content. I just find it funny that they have sold out of these shirts in Alabama already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they did beat Clemson the other night. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then. Tennessee plays tonight and that will justify how good the rest of my week at work will go. If we win, I will be left alone and the no one will question the orange blazer that I will undoubtedly wear this fall. However, if we lose on the same weekend Alabama wins, my co-workers, my customers, and my neighbors will make sure I am aware of Tennessee's defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that being said all I can do is say a big GO VOLS for tonight against UCLA. Hopefully this will be the start of a good season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7259411505291038751?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7259411505291038751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7259411505291038751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7259411505291038751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7259411505291038751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-thing-that-rolls-is-toilet-paper.html' title='The only thing that rolls is toilet paper'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-8732718717228945669</id><published>2008-08-26T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:52:30.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back when......</title><content type='html'>One of the things I have come to enjoy most about my new job is the chance to talk to people on a daily basis. Not the people who complain about fees and how the bank should be a "non for proffit" and let everyone overdraft their accounts and never be held responsible for spending money they didn't have. Not those people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More specifically, I have come to enjoy conversations with those society deems as elderly. In the past it has frustrated trying to convey things to those who are 50 years my senior. However, through people that I have met at the bank I am starting to enjoy talking with these old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them have a pretty intersting story. One lady recently told me about living overseas for the majority of her life and becoming bilingual. Today I was informed that in the 1940s you could see a double feature "picture show" for 30 cents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about the elderly is they have time to stop their day and tell you some stories. And for the most part I have the time to sit and listen to them. Because every time I hear one of these stories I realize that one day I'll probably be the old man that goes to the bank and rambles on about "back when I worked at the bank..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you meet someone older, listen to what they have to say, you might just be entertained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-8732718717228945669?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8732718717228945669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=8732718717228945669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8732718717228945669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8732718717228945669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-when.html' title='Back when......'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5415180980205870920</id><published>2008-08-17T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T07:57:15.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qwq'/><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>I realize that it has been awhile since I have made an update to my blog. I apologize for neglecting those of you who actually read this thing. In an attempt to catch everyone up with the past few weeks, I will give a brief update of the events that have happened. I promise not to go so long without blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics - I think it's pretty crazy that Michael Phelps won his 8th gold medal of this games last night. The guy is basically the closest thing to aquaman we've ever seen. And his diet? The guy eats 8000-10000 calories a day. He eats more calories in one day than I eat in 5. I'm pretty excited about track and field getting started as well. Last night I watched a racer known as "lightning" destroy the field in the 100 meter dash. I just wish I could be in Bejing watching all this live instead of tape delayed on NBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Year anniversary - Jen and I celebrated one year of marriage last weekend in Nashville. We stayed at the Opryland hotel and had an amazing weekend. We went to the Grand Ol Opry and saw carrie underwood, visited the country music hall of fame and the Ryman auditorium, and stopped by wildhorse saloon. Every time I visit Nashvill I think of how neat of a city it really is. Jen and I had a wonderful time, and we have had an even better first year of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Happenings - The Knoxville Duck Race took place yesterday. They dropped 47,000 ducks off the South Knoxville Bridge which proceeded to float a mile down the river. It was a big event as always and my dad has had a good time organizing and planning everything. I think he likes the duck race as much as I like Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got see our friends Ryan and Sam the other night. Their baby, Kenzli, just keeps getting bigger and bigger. We had a good time with the three of them, getting to catch up and spend some time with there little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also swung by the UT bookstore the other day. The bookstore is located in the University center and I happened to be there on move in day. So naturally I was reminded of my college days and felt like it only happened yesterday. At least until I saw this kid in line to buy lunch that was in college and he looked about 12 years old to me. In fact he was 18, and once again I was reminded that college freshman are 7 years younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the past few weeks in a nutshell. I have more stories about everthing that I will try to update in here. I also have pictures to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5415180980205870920?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5415180980205870920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5415180980205870920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5415180980205870920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5415180980205870920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/08/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7955089598106692970</id><published>2008-07-27T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:32:49.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quack Quack Dash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SI0hu6GGBJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jBL-wPlaBTk/s1600-h/100_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SI0hu6GGBJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jBL-wPlaBTk/s200/100_0517.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227871832199529618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year in Knoxville there is an event that almost everyone in the city has heard of. It is called the Great Knoxville Rubber Duck Race. Each year they drop 40 to 50 THOUSAND ducks of the Gay street bridge in Knoxville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the least it is a really fun experience to watch those ducks drop and race a mile down the river. These are small rubber ducks. You can compete to win a slew of prizes. This event is special to me because I have been going since it began. My dad plays a large part in planning and arranging this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw all of that to share a link to the race website. If you have time please click on the commercial with Bruce Pearl at the bottom. I promise you will laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.knoxvilleduckrace.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7955089598106692970?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7955089598106692970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7955089598106692970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7955089598106692970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7955089598106692970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/07/quack-quack-dash.html' title='Quack Quack Dash'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SI0hu6GGBJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jBL-wPlaBTk/s72-c/100_0517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-1787546074295565828</id><published>2008-07-26T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:29:52.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick again</title><content type='html'>Wednesday afternoon at work I noticed that the bank felt exceptionally cold. It is generally cool in our branch but for some reason I was cold, and that never happens. By the time I got home from work I was shivering. It was 98 degrees outside and I had our air kicked up to 80, and was under blankets on the couch shivering. That is when I first realized I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out I had a 103 degree temperature. I later talked to my mom and we determined the last time I had run a temperature was 7 years ago, my freshman year in college when I had the flu. I thought that maybe I would be able to sleep of this little illness. So I went to bed and woke up Thursday morning feeling even worse and still with the temperature. Unfortunately I had to call in to work again and head to the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor first thought I had the flu. Yes, the flu in July based on all my symptoms. It turns out it was a bacteria that caused all the same symptoms of the flu. So he gave me some medicine and told me I would feel better in a couple days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home and started taking the medicine. I noticed no change until Thursday  night. That was at the point when my stomach became effected. I wore a trail out to our bathroom. I won't go in to any further detail. So Friday, I still feel bad and now I have this additional problem. The doctor prescribed me some additional medicine to help with the stomach issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday afternoon I started feeling a little better and then my stomach started to cramp. Because now I have the exact opposite problem. However, at least I'm getting my strength back. My boss was nice enough to tell me that Saturday at work was covered which I was supposed to work. Nobody really wanted to risk contracting what I have. And I would feel pretty to give it to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been at home bonding with the dog and the cat for a few days now. They have been really good to keep me company while Jen was at work. Jen has taken good care of me too. I worked at my last job for 2 years and never took a sick day. I've been at the bank three months and I've had to take 3 sick days. I hope they don't start to think I'm illness prone. At least I have the doctors note to prove my legitimacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-1787546074295565828?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/1787546074295565828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=1787546074295565828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/1787546074295565828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/1787546074295565828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-again.html' title='Sick again'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-4131377059761540437</id><published>2008-07-22T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:22:44.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.75 College Graduates vs. The Kitten</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, after college your weekend typically is not what it used to be. You may go out to dinner or even catch a movie, but late nights are a thing of the past. Well, Jen and I had a late night on Friday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening Jen and I heard a strange noise coming from the bushes below our apartment. We didn't think much of it until our neighbor came over and told us it was a stray kitten. At this point Jen and our neighbor (also named Jen) decided that they had to save it. This of course involved me and Matt (other Jen's boyfriend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with a broom, two flashlights, a bowl of milk, and some dry cat food the four of us set out to get the kitten. The Jen's wanted to rescue it, take it to the vet, and find it a good home. All this began around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half later we decided the kitten had outsmarted us. Three college graduates and one almost graduate (Matt) could not outsmart a 9 week old kitten. We tried to coax it out the bushes, we cornered it under a car, we even touched it but no one could get ahold of it. This went on for about two hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distressed and discouraged we thought we would try again in the morning. Saturday morning I took Jen's cousins, ages 6 and 8, to look for the kitten. We heard it under an SUV in the parking lot. Our other neighbor came up and told us how she had left it food and tried to capture it the other night as well. She has a law degree and couldn't outsmart the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon our neighbor along with a few others were able to apprehend the kitten. He has since been to the vet, had his first round of shots, been flee dipped and bathed. He is 9 weeks old and needs a good home. If anyone is interested please let me know. He is very affectionate and is litter trained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also apparently pretty smart. We all realize we are not cut out for animal control. We could not catch this little kitten, but now that we have we want to make sure he has a good home. So apparently it takes a kitten search party to keep me and Jen out on a Friday these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-4131377059761540437?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/4131377059761540437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=4131377059761540437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4131377059761540437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4131377059761540437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/07/375-college-graduates-vs-kitten.html' title='3.75 College Graduates vs. The Kitten'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-6968037883890467053</id><published>2008-07-20T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:00:57.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Profilin and that's wrong</title><content type='html'>There have been a few times in my life when I have been moderately discriminated against. Typically they have happened in jewelry stores or car lots where people don't think I have the money to buy things. However, last night I think I uncovered a group of patrons that were being profiled and discriminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen's family is in town for the weekend. By family I mean her grandmother, aunt and two younger cousins that are ages 6 and 8. Last night we decided we would have dinner at a large chain Italian Restaurant. I won't name any names but it rhymes with the golive arden. We were told the wait for six would be 30 minutes which is average on a Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were seated in the restaurant I began to look around and notice one common factor around all the tables in our section. They all had multiple children under the age of 10. Some of the kids around us were loud and some were even screaming. Our family was one of the quietest in the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the restaurant had purposely sat all the children in one area as not to disturb the other patrons. So, yes we were profiled at dinner. Since I grew up an only child and so did Jen we have never witnessed this injustice before. Even if you have quiet kids you are thrown in to a chuck e cheese like atmosphere for reproducing multiples. Coincidence? I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-6968037883890467053?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6968037883890467053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=6968037883890467053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6968037883890467053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6968037883890467053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-profilin-and-thats-wrong.html' title='That&apos;s Profilin and that&apos;s wrong'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7575208630635193311</id><published>2008-07-19T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T06:55:27.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Played a Fool</title><content type='html'>As most of you know a few months ago I changed jobs from the transportation industry to banking. After three solid months in the bank I can say that I am happy for the change. I like the hours, the type of work I do, talking with people every day and working in a more professional environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main reasons I took the bank job was based on the amount of time I would have off. I would have more time in the afternoon/evening and I would be on a Saturday rotation to where I would only have to work one Saturday every 4-5 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at my previous job for two years: first in Knoxville then in Birmingham. In Knoxville I worked several different schedules, but for the most part I worked 6-4 M-thursday and usually 6-12 on Fridays. It was one of the perks of being the senior guy in my position. So needless to say I loved having the afternoon and a three and a half day weekend. However, when I moved to Birmingham I was told that everyone in this district works one day out of the weekend. I was not thrilled about that, but being newly married and having a wife that was accustomed to eating hand having heating and air, I tolerated the change and gave up my Sundays for 5 months. Then it switched to me giving up my Saturdays and ultimately I gave up the Mondays I was told I would have off to work at a satellite location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the best of the situation and went to worked and earned my paycheck. When I got the chance to change jobs I jumped at it. Before I left our district manager asked me point blank what it would take to keep me. I said the main thing I would want is time. Weekends off in particular. He said I can't guarantee you that because we are a retail establishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all of the above to tell you of an eye story I heard yesterday. A lady I works with has a son that works at the exact location I used to. The one where I worked six days a week and every Saturday until 3pm. I asked her what schedule her son was on. She tells me he works Monday through Thursday. I said excuse me, what is the fifth day? "He works monday through thursday for ten hours a day and they give him Friday, Saturday and Sunday off." WHAT? I put in a grueling year of weekends and holidays and leave only to find out the brand new guy is pulling three day weekends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I think it will last? Not at all. The turnover is way too high for anyone to actually get to keep a good schedule. But still, how does that work. If anyone knows please tell me. I told the lady I work with that I was impressed and amazed he pulled off that schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7575208630635193311?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7575208630635193311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7575208630635193311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7575208630635193311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7575208630635193311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/07/played-fool.html' title='Played a Fool'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7347780344539305402</id><published>2008-07-13T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:36:48.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SHpnFdeGaGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uGTVIA7RREM/s1600-h/Shoemaker+wedding+177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SHpnFdeGaGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uGTVIA7RREM/s200/Shoemaker+wedding+177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222600061397395554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pretty eventful weekend for Jen and I. I will give the rundown of the events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I went to the eye doctor for my annual exam. After waiting 45 minutes for the doctor to see me, I finally had my exam. I found out that I have healthy eyes, but still have horrible vision. My contact perscription got stronger. I also had the joy of having my eyes dialated. I looked like a stoner for the next four hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they uncharacteristically long doctors appointment we headed up to Huntsville to see our good friend Kendall. Since Kendall is not allergic to dogs we were able to take Taylor to meet her "uncle" as well. We had a really got time in Huntsville. We went to a couple malls, ate at this great little Mexican place called Rosie's cantina, and hit the sonic for a blast. We ended up watching "The Bucket List" which was suprisingly dissappointing in my opinon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to Birmingham this morning and I went for a run and Jen went to the gym. At the gym Jen said there was an overweight old man on the elliptical not wearing a shirt. She said his fat jiggled and he was covered in sweat as he kept riding the elliptical. This afternoon I attempted to hit the pool while Jen did some grocery shopping. Of course 10 minutes after I get there the sun goes in and it proceeds to storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7347780344539305402?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7347780344539305402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7347780344539305402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7347780344539305402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7347780344539305402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/07/dog-days-of-summer.html' title='Dog Days of Summer'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SHpnFdeGaGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uGTVIA7RREM/s72-c/Shoemaker+wedding+177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-139967867691706506</id><published>2008-07-09T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:43:42.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Poop to scoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SHVNHJfT6XI/AAAAAAAAADw/uc3rTYsrHIk/s1600-h/Shoemaker+wedding+and+Taylor+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SHVNHJfT6XI/AAAAAAAAADw/uc3rTYsrHIk/s200/Shoemaker+wedding+and+Taylor+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221164128207628658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SHVMrab3qLI/AAAAAAAAADo/FqGLj4f7oAU/s1600-h/Shoemaker+wedding+and+Taylor+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SHVMrab3qLI/AAAAAAAAADo/FqGLj4f7oAU/s200/Shoemaker+wedding+and+Taylor+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221163651720259762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SHVMcmYtS7I/AAAAAAAAADg/Tt4jvmkfJEU/s1600-h/Shoemaker+wedding+and+Taylor+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SHVMcmYtS7I/AAAAAAAAADg/Tt4jvmkfJEU/s200/Shoemaker+wedding+and+Taylor+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221163397230185394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of our animals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SHVMIxkAKDI/AAAAAAAAADY/GIjfVAq4uj0/s1600-h/Shoemaker+wedding+and+Taylor+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SHVMIxkAKDI/AAAAAAAAADY/GIjfVAq4uj0/s200/Shoemaker+wedding+and+Taylor+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221163056632965170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-139967867691706506?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/139967867691706506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=139967867691706506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/139967867691706506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/139967867691706506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-poop-to-scoop.html' title='More Poop to scoop'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SHVNHJfT6XI/AAAAAAAAADw/uc3rTYsrHIk/s72-c/Shoemaker+wedding+and+Taylor+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-8214021409182196380</id><published>2008-07-06T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:43:58.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my resume</title><content type='html'>The other night I was having some trouble getting to sleep. For some reason I started counting the jobs I've had, and apparently I've had several. So I thought I would list my jobs in the order I had them, and right what I really did at each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dry Cleaners Clerk&lt;/span&gt; - Basically I watched tv, listened to cd's and did my homework the majority of time I was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bank Teller&lt;/span&gt; - I read a lot of Cosmopolitan magazine and heard way to much about ladies "cycles." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tennis Club sub lifeguard&lt;/span&gt; - This was in the summers when I wasn't working at the bank.  I got a really good tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Public Relations Firm Intern&lt;/span&gt; - I was a glorified errand runner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Parks and Recreation Intern&lt;/span&gt; - A lot of web surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Athletic Department Intern&lt;/span&gt; - I did a lot of writing that was work related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UT Pool sub lifeguard&lt;/span&gt; - Got a really good tan when I worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Human Resources/data entry associate&lt;/span&gt; - Sat on the couch, entered data and watched a lot of Magnum PI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Truck Rental Associate&lt;/span&gt; - Got cussed at by rednecks, learned to drive a semi truck, watched MacGyver at one of our locations, updated my blog almost daily, Used instant messenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Banker &lt;/span&gt;- This is my current job and I actually stay busy enough that I don't get "off task"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have had roughly ten jobs since I was 16. I think I was surprised that I've worked so many places and didn't realize it. Nonetheless as you can see not all the jobs required my full attention. I was not a total slacker at all these jobs but a lot of them came with dead time and the boss was aware that other stuff was going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-8214021409182196380?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8214021409182196380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=8214021409182196380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8214021409182196380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8214021409182196380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-resume.html' title='my resume'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-8052242936130928286</id><published>2008-06-30T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:33:25.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidney Stones</title><content type='html'>Today was a day of firsts for me. It was the first time I have used a sick day at a job. It was the first time I had been to a walk in clinic in Birmingham. It was the first time I have had a xray done on my bladder. It was the first time I've ever had kidney stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to contrary belief people my age can get kidney stones. It came on this morning during the staff meeting. One minute I was fine and then the next I felt sick to my stomach. My right side hurt with a pain like I had never experienced before. I knew at that point I had to go to the doctor. I went to the walk in clinic. In the waiting room the pain grew. At one point I thought that I might die. I was trying to get things right with the Lord because this might have been my last five minutes on Earth. What a way to die, in the waiting room of the walk in clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen came because she knew I was hurting. We get in to see the doctor and they run a bunch of tests. At first they thought it may be my appendix but the blood work came back negative. However, my urine test pointed strait towards kidney stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all heard the tales of kidney stones being the male equivelant of giving birth. I was terrified by this diagnosis. I was doing the math, and passing a stone was not adding up. The logistics of it were impossible. The amount of pain this thing was causing must have meant it was the size of a golf ball. They give me some sort of shot for the pain. I was high as a kite for the next three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor ordered a catscan so I had to go see a urologist for some additional testing. I get there and they take more samples and xrays. They discover that between the time I left the clinic and the time they took the xrays I have passed the stone. It was explained to me that kidney stones when passed are usually the size of a few grains of sand. You never know you pass them unless you sift for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the worse part of having the stones is before they are passed. I was literally crippled in pain. I'm still a little soar, but nothing like this morning. My boss was cool about me missing work. I just have to make it through three more days and then I have a long weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-8052242936130928286?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8052242936130928286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=8052242936130928286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8052242936130928286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8052242936130928286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/06/kidney-stones.html' title='Kidney Stones'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2352029155297020888</id><published>2008-06-24T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:18:17.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghetto Games 2020</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SGGAq14bO0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/nOiGFdHNj8c/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SGGAq14bO0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/nOiGFdHNj8c/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215591316978350914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the radio yesterday and heard one of the strangest things since I've moved down here. The mayor of Birmingham wants to petition for the 2020 Olympic games to be held in Birmingham.  I assume that if they actually host the Olympics here that Hell will be freezing over sometime in 2021.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine how that would even work out. Downtown is the absolute worse place to be. And you want millions of tourist to come and stay in hotels conveniantly located next to the projects. Let's not forget about the dowtown attractions like The Furnace, the local ghetto strip club. Or who could forget about the live sex bar that got shut down last summer. That will really give the French a great impession of Americans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they will be equally impressed at the amount of culture this great city has to offer. The Italians will be at the Olive Garden, the Chinese at PF Chang's, and everyone else can try one of the 700 "steakhouses" in the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the issue of site seeing. You have the zoo, the botanical gardens, a large statue of some trojan warrior downtown and a few golf courses. That is really going to pack them in for the games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for some reason they are trying to have facilities built so we can legitimately host these games. I'll be one of the first to get tickets because I love the Olympics. But I really think Boise Idaho has a better shot of hosting them than Birmingham. Everyone loves a good potato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2352029155297020888?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2352029155297020888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2352029155297020888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2352029155297020888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2352029155297020888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/06/ghetto-games-2020.html' title='Ghetto Games 2020'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SGGAq14bO0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/nOiGFdHNj8c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-8534648339310404113</id><published>2008-06-23T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:03:19.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"These days I'm up about the time I used to go to bed"</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't been blogging lately we have a few updates in the Brooks household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some new neighbors last week. We haven't really met them but I'm fairly certain one of the girls is an idiot. I came home from work one day last week and the trunk to the girl's SUV was open. It remained open for the next three hours until someone came and shut it for her. I don't know if she thinks Birmingham is mayberry but leaving the car unlocked is never a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other new girl hosted a party on Saturday night. Apparently her guests got rather intoxicated and went out on the balcony around 12am. They proceeded to stay on the balcony yelling and talking obscenely loud until around 3am. We were slightl upset considering we went to bed around midnight. We hope this isn't a frequent thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least we have a new addition to the family. We adopted a dog from the Greater Birmingham Society on Saturday. Her name is Taylor and she is a small black poodle. She is about the sweetest dog you will ever meet. She wants to be held constantly. She's a little over a year old. The cat is still adjusting to having her in the house. For the most part Emma leaves her alone, but occasionally she will walk up and hit Taylor in the face with her paw. Taylor doesn't get mad, she just looks at Emma with a confused expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures of her soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-8534648339310404113?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8534648339310404113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=8534648339310404113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8534648339310404113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8534648339310404113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/06/these-days-im-up-about-time-i-used-to.html' title='&quot;These days I&apos;m up about the time I used to go to bed&quot;'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3202813085838936916</id><published>2008-06-14T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:04:45.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Groomsman and not a Groom</title><content type='html'>We're in Knoxville for Scott and Kristin's wedding this weekend.  I got lucky and was able to get off Friday so we are having a long weekend. So far things have been fun - here is the rundown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning went golfing with all the groomsmen. Lucky for me we played to course I grew up playing at, and despite my lack of recent practice I still shot under a 100.  I proceeded to go to the tuxedo store after the golf. I felt somewhat violated and accosted by the 80 year old lady working in there. She had no problem handing the waist of my pants. There was tugging and adjusting and we exchanged some words about the fit of the tux. She says it fits, even though I'm sure me and three of my friends could get inside the shirt. Oh well, It's comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was the rehearsal dinner. The food was amazing, and then it turned in to a roast for Scott. It was pretty entertaining at his expense.  After that went for some late night video games at one of the groomsmen's house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a haircut, and went to the bike store with dad.  He is looking for a road bike, and in the process of dad looking for a bike I found one I like.  It's a jamis coda hybrid road bike.  So if you know anyone in the market for a mountain bike, I may be looking to sell mine.  Serious inquiries only please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be at the church at 4 for pictures, and that's really when my day will start. I'm just glad I'm in the wedding and it's not my wedding.  I'm happy for my friends, but it's nice to go and just have to stand on stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and post some pics and updates of the wedding soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3202813085838936916?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3202813085838936916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3202813085838936916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3202813085838936916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3202813085838936916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-groomsman-and-not-groom.html' title='Just a Groomsman and not a Groom'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3051757756054412394</id><published>2008-06-11T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:53:55.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone give that guy a bandaid, cause he's cut...</title><content type='html'>Jen and I take advantage of the gym at our apartment complex. It's decently nice and it's free which is an added bonus. We've made friends with the trainer, and we work out with him about three nights a week.  All in all it's a pretty good setup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I have both belonged to different gyms in Knoxville. As with all gyms you have certain types of people that tend to frequent the establishment. I'm going to give a brief overview of gym patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I think the gym is like a bar guy - This is the guy that has all the workout clothes, but is really just cruising for chicks. He can be found occupying various equipment but never actually breaking a sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I live at the gym guy - This guy is in shape, drenched in sweat, and logging his workout in to some sort of journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that talks to much - These are the people that come to the gym with a friend and instead of actually working out, they just stand around and occupy equipment. They work out in pairs and it takes them about 30 minutes to get in a set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creepy guy - This is the guy that doesn't look like he belongs, and is usually found groping semi attractive women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night Jen and I were working out and we had the talks too much guys in the gym. Of course they were on every machine I needed to get too, and they were discussing gas prices. They were pretty nerdy looking, but apparently they thought they were it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night there was creepy gym guy. He was about 4ft 8inches tall, and trying to help to women way out of his league work out. They weren't even good looking women, but they were still out of his league. His face was pretty much glued to one of their chests, when he wasn't touching them, and pretending like he was the apartment complex trainer. I think he may have had short man syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those are my pet peeves regarding gym people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3051757756054412394?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3051757756054412394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3051757756054412394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3051757756054412394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3051757756054412394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/06/someone-give-that-guy-bandaid-cause-hes.html' title='Someone give that guy a bandaid, cause he&apos;s cut...'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7486454714219963835</id><published>2008-06-07T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T13:14:23.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've been drinking orange juice so I've got energy out the wazoo"</title><content type='html'>We ended up back in Knoxville this weekend. We were originally going to Nashville with my parents, but my dad has tendonitus in his foot and we couldn't make the trip. He was running a race at Vanderbilt and we were all going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my friend Clay was in town from Texas we decided to come in. I played golf with him this morning. I broke 100 so I was pretty happy with my round. I forgot how much I like to play golf. Hopefully this summer I can get back in to it in Birmingham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are heading to dinner with my parents. I'm not sure where we're going, but we always enjoy a free meal. Next weekend is Scott and Kristin's wedding, which will also the be the last weekend we come in to town for a while. Not that we don't like seeing our friends and family, we just prefer not to add to the proffit of the gas industry by using up 2 tanks of gas every weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7486454714219963835?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7486454714219963835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7486454714219963835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7486454714219963835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7486454714219963835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-drinking-orange-juice-so-ive.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve been drinking orange juice so I&apos;ve got energy out the wazoo&quot;'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2059016032611289850</id><published>2008-06-04T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:43:24.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summertime is here</title><content type='html'>I realize my blocking has slacked off in the past month or so. It seems that since I do not sit by myself in an office watching the clock all day,that I don't always find the time to post my insightful thoughts. I'll try to do better, but anyways here is an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty rough getting back in the work groove after the long weekend. I feel like we are never in Birmingham in the weekends. Not that this is the kind of city you miss when you're not here. We went back to Knoxville last weekend. Jen went to a bachelorette party, and I hung out with some old friends. I got to go to my favorite place in Knoxville - Barleys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back and Jen was supposed to start work at the pharmacy this week. However, the people in charge are incredibly unorganized. Jen has spent the past three days calling her old pharmacy in Knoxville and playing the middle man between them in Birmingham. Apparently her "boss" here is too lazy to call and get all the paperwork straightened out. This has been going on all week, but hopefully tomorrow she will be able to start some computer training. It has been nothing but a pain so far though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank job is still going well. My branch may hit its numbers so that means a bonus for everyone. You do realize how funny people are about money when you work at a bank.  Most people have this idea that banks are non-for-profit organizations and we should never charge anyone fees or interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pics to post - I will try to work on that soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2059016032611289850?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2059016032611289850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2059016032611289850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2059016032611289850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2059016032611289850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/06/summertime-is-here.html' title='summertime is here'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7514523988724709263</id><published>2008-05-28T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:08:32.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows and speedos</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Jen and I headed down to Pensacola Beach for memorial day weekend. It was a great time, but we did have something funny happen to us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Memorial Day weekend is also Gay pride weekend at Pensacola beach. "Couples" from all over the U.S. gather for a weekend of partying.  Think of it like spring break in panama city but gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part we didn't see many couples near our condo at the beach. We were off the beaten path, and there were mostly families staying near us. We spent our days camped out on the beach, and my aunt and uncle new the safe spots for us to go in the evening.  Saturday evening Jen and I decided we would head down to Destin for some shopping and dining.  My uncle suggested we take a road that paralleled the highways to save time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road ran alongside the beach, so it would have been a scenic view. However, we got slightly down this road and all of a sudden saw there were cars lined up along the sides as far as the eye could see. There were tents set up on the beach, and there were groups and couples everywhere. By couples I mean boy-boy, and girl-girl. The guys mostly wore speedos and short tight swim trunks. The girls wore board shorts, and short haircuts and more tattoos than I had ever seen. Not just one or two, but all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to see we were driving right down the middle of this sticking out like a soar thumb. We got stuck behind a police officer who stopped traffic in the middle of the road to ticket a group of girls. About this time 8 guys surrounded our car. I didn't know what to do. No one ever bothered us, but you never know what a bunch of intoxicated homosexuals are capable of.  We tried to ask the officer where we could turn around, because they had blocked the road and we would not be able to take this road to Destin. He was pretty much mad at the world and told us we could drive to the end of it and then turn around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got turned around and got stuck behind a two trucks. The first one had girls in the back and the second had boys. They were cruising down this strip picking up other guys and girls. After about 45 minutes we finally got out of there and down to Destin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem with those that choose the same sex relationship lifestyle. However, being surrounded by thousands of them was pretty uncomfortable. Sure they are great employees at the GAP, but they were out to hook up last weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7514523988724709263?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7514523988724709263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7514523988724709263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7514523988724709263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7514523988724709263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/05/rainbows-and-speedos.html' title='Rainbows and speedos'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-6763596678886567925</id><published>2008-05-22T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:00:04.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The sun, the sand, and a cold drink in my hand"</title><content type='html'>I realize my blog has taken a back seat lately. It's not on purpose, it's just that now that I don't sit in the closet/rental office all day anymore it seems my free time has decreased. Don't get me wrong I have free time, cause I get home from work earlier, but I've been enjoying the awesome weather and getting to hang out with Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend marks the first of 10 bank holidays that I get each year. This is an odd feeling. I haven't had off Memorial Day in two years. Typically its the busiest moving weekend of the year, which meant, you know who was slinging trucks all weekend while his friends were out on the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not this year. I get off work at 5pm tomorrow, I'm swinging by Wendy's to pick up dinner, and hopefully we will be on the road by 6. I have found a great advantage to living in Birmingham. We are only 3 1/2 hours away from the beach. This is much better than the 8 hour trek I am used to making from Knoxville. So instead of renting trucks this year, I'll be sitting on Pensacola beach enjoying my holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job still seems to be going well. I got a good job email from the boss yesterday for opening up a certain type of account. I really like the branch and people I work with too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen is still waiting to here if she can get her summer internship location moved out of the ghetto. Apparently the people at the pharmacy never learned common courtesy or how to hit the reply button on an email. She's emailed two different people multiple times, and left phone messages, yet they won't tell her what they plan to do. Hopefully we can get all this worked out before we hit the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-6763596678886567925?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6763596678886567925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=6763596678886567925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6763596678886567925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6763596678886567925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/05/sun-sand-and-cold-drink-in-my-hand.html' title='&quot;The sun, the sand, and a cold drink in my hand&quot;'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-1373003652744652232</id><published>2008-05-16T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:07:40.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drought = better driving</title><content type='html'>Last summer when I moved to Alabama we were in a stage 4 drought. What this means is that the rainfall was way down for the year, and people had to limit and ration there water usage. They would fine people for watering there yard or washing there car if they were caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this drought has created a chain reaction of bad events. The most notorious being the lack of ability to drive in the rain on Alabama roadway systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got out of some training a little before 4pm. I was pretty excited to get off early and was excited to get home. The training center was about 15 minutes from my house so I was estimating an arrival before 4:15pm. WRONG - there was a moderate rain shower, but nothing I would consider major. It had been raining steadily all day though. When I turned on my radio I heard of 4 wrecks, and one of the interstates I had to merge on to was backed up for miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if people in Alabama can't drive in the rain, or if they think rain means to speed up and drive like an idiot. I'm not a great driver by any means, but I can drive in the rain. We used to get out for "flood" days in high school. So needless to say, I don't find the average rain shower that difficult to drive in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently in Alabama driving in the rain requires some type of advanced certification. Within 2 minutes of any rain shower the interstate system will undoubtedly be backed up and shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a drought would be safer for the city than the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-1373003652744652232?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/1373003652744652232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=1373003652744652232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/1373003652744652232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/1373003652744652232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/05/drought-better-driving.html' title='Drought = better driving'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2351571747099317910</id><published>2008-05-12T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:06:53.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is just a father we can't see</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I headed back to Knoxville. My parents were in California which meant Jen and I could do whatever without having to worry about family time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went shopping all over Knoxville. We also both got hair cuts from my girl in Knoxville. Mine is about the norm, but Jen did something drastic. She actually got her hair cut above her shoulders. This is the shortest it has ever been, but I really like it. For those of you who don't know Jen, she had long hair and around the time of our wedding is was down to her waist. So this is a big change to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we went out with some friends to the Japanese restaurant.  It was a good time. After that we went back to a friends and played some Wii, and Jen got to hold Ryan's baby. I wish we knew someone here that had kids so we could just go by, hold them a little while, and give them back to the mom for a diaper change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we did the standard Mother's Day stuff with Jen's family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed some old burned cd's from my parents house. One of them was titled Spring 03, which would have been my sophomore year in college.  I don't remember making that cd, but apparently I was really in to pop punk rock at the time. It is weird to listen to an old cd, it takes you back in a way. As soon as some of those songs came on it was like I was magically transported to a different time in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2351571747099317910?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2351571747099317910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2351571747099317910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2351571747099317910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2351571747099317910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-is-just-father-we-cant-see.html' title='Time is just a father we can&apos;t see'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2074061373150329757</id><published>2008-05-08T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:52:57.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you were wondering</title><content type='html'>After my first week at the bank things have been going pretty well.  I'm slowly starting to get the hang of things, and realizing that this job can be a lot of fun.  There are some things that will be mundane, but I get to talk to people all day long.  Today I talked to a guy about motor scooters, another guy about the discovery channel, and some one else about the beach.  I get paid to listen to peoples stories and help them out.  I think that is kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this doesn't just apply to customers. After a week of being the only male at my training branch it finally happened.  Today, out of nowhere I found myself in the middle of a conversation that I did not want to hear. To sum it up, it was two ladies telling me about how they explained puberty, hormones, and things that 13 year old boys learn to do. It didn't know if I should laugh or just be disgusted. I opted to smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen has had a pretty rough week. The people at Walgreens basically told her she could work at their location in the ghetto or not work at all. This stinks because they only have about 60 locations in Birmingham, but for some reason they want Jen at this one because she is experienced. She also found out that she has to pull an all nighter at work next Monday.  Also, she found out she has some conflicts on weekends that we had planned to do stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Birmingham alone has been pretty boring, but I have actually done some productive stuff. I did the laundry, cleaned all the dishes, and have cleaned this week. I'm not saying I like doing this stuff but at least I can function as an adult when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to Knoxville this weekend for Mother's Day.  I'm going to squeeze in a trip to the japanese restaraunt and a hair cut while I'm in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2074061373150329757?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2074061373150329757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2074061373150329757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2074061373150329757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2074061373150329757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='In case you were wondering'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-9078222897793897470</id><published>2008-05-05T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:32:22.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico: I've never really been, but I'd sure like to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SB-Y_BQDl4I/AAAAAAAAADI/spoS_kDjoiM/s1600-h/525176-R1-034-15A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SB-Y_BQDl4I/AAAAAAAAADI/spoS_kDjoiM/s200/525176-R1-034-15A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197040703443801986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is celebrating cinco de mayo today.  What better excuse to go eat mexican food and have a good time than the 5th of May.  It also happens to be my mom's birthday, who is currently vacationing in San Francisco with my dad.  I do miss the days of being taken on a free vacation with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I made the trek to Knoxville to hang out with Jen and my parents pre-vacation.  Saturday we ran some errands and went to Calhouns for mom's birthday.  It was just as good as I remember it being.  My mom is a bit of a procrastinator so me and Jen spent the rest of the evening running errands with her so she could get ready for her trip.  We made it to Wal-Mart at about 10pm.  The Wal-Mart near my hometown must have had the world's largest collection of ugly people in one night at that Wal-Mart.  There were mullets galore and people that must only leave the house at night.  You got to feel sorry for people that get beat with the ugly stick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Jen and I headed up to the outlets in Pigeon Forge.  I picked up some dress clothes for the new job and some other odds and ends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I got some good news and bad news today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News: My aunt and uncle are staying at a friend of theirs condo on Pensacola Beach for Memorial Day weekend and they want us to come down and stay with them.  This basically translates in to a free beach trip for Jen and I.  Definitely excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News:  Jen got an email saying that she is supposed to work at one of the most ghetto Wal-Greens. It's in a really bad area of town, where I was told is not a good place to be. Hopefully she can get it changed before her first day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got more stuff to write about but I've pretty much exhausted this posting.  More updates this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-9078222897793897470?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/9078222897793897470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=9078222897793897470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/9078222897793897470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/9078222897793897470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/05/mexico.html' title='Mexico: I&apos;ve never really been, but I&apos;d sure like to go'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SB-Y_BQDl4I/AAAAAAAAADI/spoS_kDjoiM/s72-c/525176-R1-034-15A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7392991002480812602</id><published>2008-05-01T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:58:37.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up in Smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SBqDWBQDl3I/AAAAAAAAADA/YIZxON1174s/s1600-h/medium_newestfire050108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SBqDWBQDl3I/AAAAAAAAADA/YIZxON1174s/s200/medium_newestfire050108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195609534441428850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday on my lunch break I got a text from Kendall asking if I was okay because he heard my apartment was on fire.  I told him I was fine but had not clue what he was talking about.  About 10 minutes later, Laura from my old job called to make sure I was okay.  It was about at this point I started to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept hearing phrases like 60ft flames above highway 280, and that there were multiple fire units on the seen.  Not stuff that makes you feel at ease while you are at Wal-Mart on your lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my apartment complex only to find out the fire was in the building above mine.  At first they told me my building was only safe "for the time being."  This concerned me and I continued to call until I was assured, building 5 was alright.  My neighbor eventually called and let me know that her mom had gone to our building and everyone was safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably one of the worse scares we have had. There are a lot of people left with nothing at all. Two of the people are in Jen's class, and they have lost everything.  What if it had been our building?  What about our stuff, and the cat?  Yes, I'd even be worried about the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendall kept me abreast of what the news was saying, and being the true friend he is offered to strap up and come down here to rescue Emma (the cat).  There are three things in the world Kendall doesn't like, and cats are one of them.  However, he was going to rescue ours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately there are a lot of people with no stuff and no place to live. I feel bad for these people and can't imagine what they must be feeling.  I hope over the coming days/weeks we will be able to help them out. Either with food, or household items, or clothing.  They will definitely remain in my thoughts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7392991002480812602?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7392991002480812602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7392991002480812602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7392991002480812602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7392991002480812602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/05/up-in-smoke.html' title='Up in Smoke'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SBqDWBQDl3I/AAAAAAAAADA/YIZxON1174s/s72-c/medium_newestfire050108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-708741686768656392</id><published>2008-04-27T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:23:43.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best part is the wrecks</title><content type='html'>Today marked a monumental occasion in Alabama.  That's right, it was the day of the spring Nascar race in Talladega.  People from all over flocked to Talladega to camp out for days to watch the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me further explain what I mean by camping.  Sure some of the people have very nice RV's or tents that they stay in.  But then, there are the creative fans.  They featured a man on the news who converted a school bus in to an RV.  Why spend the money on an RV when you can drive a big yellow bus to the race and set up a drink stand outside of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the same lines I had a man come in to my office when I was working in the trucking industry to inquire about purchasing a truck.  I was explaining the benefits of the truck, when he finally interrupted me to inform me of his plans to convert the truck in to an RV. He explained how he would mount an air conditioner in the front of the truck, and was going to put a bed and refrigerator in their as well.  Seemed like a costly project, when you could probably by an RV for the same price.  Must be something about those big yellow trucks that people want to take them everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been to a Nascar race so I can't judge the experience first hand.  I've seen plenty of races on television, and I've found they are great for instigating my Sunday nap.  I can't get in to watching cars drive around in circles.  I hear its fun if you go, and I'm sure the redneck watching is prime. I imagine its kind of like going to the Wal-Mart.  If you are feeling bad about yourself its a great place to go to gain some self esteem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-708741686768656392?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/708741686768656392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=708741686768656392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/708741686768656392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/708741686768656392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-part-is-wrecks.html' title='Best part is the wrecks'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7011977900013967130</id><published>2008-04-24T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:16:36.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One is the lonliest number</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SBE-_RQDl2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/yDae8yScPnY/s1600-h/vegas+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SBE-_RQDl2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/yDae8yScPnY/s200/vegas+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193001102018320226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jen is gone for the next three weeks.  Despite the fact that I miss her, I'm bored out of my mind here in Birmingham.  I grew up an only child and had to entertain myself most of life, but when you are used to having someone around its weird being alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not locked up alone in my apartment cut off from the world or anything, but its definitely hard to occupy the hours from 4pm-11pm when I come home to this empty apartment.  So far this to occupy some time I have visited the dry cleaners twice, went to the grocery story to by Styrofoam cups and straws, and worked out and run numerous times.  Today I was bored after work so I ran, and then went an worked out a couple hours later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know things are getting bad when you start trying to have conversations with the cat.  She doesn't talk back or anything, but she has been my buddy this week.  She's normally feisty and likes to bite and pounce.  I guess she knows that with Jen gone she is not far from being replaced with a friendlier animal. Just kidding - kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow wraps up the first week of work for me and Jen.  Her and my mom are coming down here so I'm pretty excited to have company.  Not sure what we'll do, but I'm sure we will eat good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'm going to attempt to be more sociable.  Maybe go hit some golf balls, run with my neighbor, or even go do something in the evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody got any interesting ways they entertain themselves while alone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7011977900013967130?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7011977900013967130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7011977900013967130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7011977900013967130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7011977900013967130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-is-lonliest-number.html' title='One is the lonliest number'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/SBE-_RQDl2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/yDae8yScPnY/s72-c/vegas+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-8433656968675508</id><published>2008-04-22T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:42:55.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Jitters</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first day at the new bank job.  I had to go to an orientation that was supposed to last all day.  To my pleasant surprise the orientation ended at 3pm and we were all free to leave for the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the orientation about 15 minutes early.  I figured I would used the interview rule of thumb of arriving 15 minutes early for the interview or first day.  To my surprise when I arrived all the good seats in the back and on the sides were taken.  But guess what seats were available.  That's right, the front row dead center, where I absolutely hate to sit.  Nonetheless, I sat up there, looking like captain brownnoser on the front row, and being forced to pay close attention to our benefits package and w-4 form process.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the branch where I will eventually end up after about a month of various training.  Everyone seemed pretty nice, and my boss gave me a rundown of how things were going to work.  I found out that I am a salary exempt employee, meaning that whether I work 35 or 50 hours, I get paid the same.  However, the beauty of the bank is the fact that they try to keep there employees around 40 hours.  Basically, I will get off 1 day at 2:30, a couple days after 4, and a couple days after 5, and two or three Fridays a month I will work until 6.  We work one Saturday a month, but there is a possibility that if I work a Saturday I will accumulate vacation time for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind these hours at all, especially since I was previously working until 6pm every night, eating lunch at my desk, and working every Saturday until 3.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to sit with another lady that has the same position I do. Basically I just sat and watched what she did, and didn't have a clue, considering it was my second day.  Nonetheless, it made for an easy but slow day of employment.  Tomorrow I have to go to computer training for the next week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen left for Knoxville today.  She starts her rotation at the hospital tomorrow, and her new boss does not sound friendly.  She was told she would have to work some overnighters and some weekends.  That kind of stinks considering she won't be getting paid for any of her time there.  She's coming back down here this weekend with my mom, so I'm doing the bachelor thing for the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-8433656968675508?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8433656968675508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=8433656968675508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8433656968675508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8433656968675508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-day-jitters.html' title='First Day Jitters'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-8679966891066629625</id><published>2008-04-20T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:46:19.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Weekend Should last 3 Days</title><content type='html'>I decided I would write about mine and Jen's weekend once again on this blog.  I realize we never do anything that people would refer to as exciting, but I know that somewhere out there someone is reading this to kill two minutes at work.  And I feel it is my duty to encourage mindless internet cruising while at work. So, on with the update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday marked my first and last day of "unemployment."  To celebrate Jen and I slept in and laid around the house most of the morning.  We then decided to visit the Birmingham Botanical Gardens, one of the states most popular attractions.  Me and Jen are not necessarily "nature" people, but we really enjoyed walking around the gardens. We were amazed there was something so nice that was free in Birmingham.  It was definitely peaceful and serene to walk around in the gardens. Later on that night we went to a restaurant called wings, where I had a delightfully tasty order of teryaki chicken wings. We proceeded to rent Juno and see what all the hype was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Jen deemed "shopping day.  We got up and hit the sales at Kohls and Macy's.  I say Jen deemed it shopping day, but we mostly went so that I could try and find some new dress clothes for work.  We ate lunch at the Olive Garden, and then ate dessert later that evening at The Melting Pot.  The fondue chocolate was absolutely delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As a side note I cold barely walk Saturday from doing squats at the gym the previous day. So I basically looked like a 90 year old man hobbling around the mall.  I could barely make it up stairs. I would have fought an old lady for her walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we slept in and scoped out the training site I have to go to tomorrow for training.  We went to the pool this afternoon to lounge and read some magazines in the  awesome weather.  It was in the low 80s for those readers not living in Birmingham.  Other than that we pretty much have just been getting read for the coming week.  Jen heads back to Knoxville on Tuesday for her three week rotation for pharmacy school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the update for this weekend.  I hope it can kill some time for some of you.  Also, I have recently changed the setting on this blog to allow comments from non-users.  That means anyone reading is welcomed and encouraged to leave a comment every now and then and let me know your reading.  I mean, you don't have to comment if the post is lame, but every now and then let me know you are out there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates on our new jobs to come this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-8679966891066629625?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8679966891066629625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=8679966891066629625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8679966891066629625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8679966891066629625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/04/every-weekend-should-last-3-days.html' title='Every Weekend Should last 3 Days'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5854853970683273503</id><published>2008-04-17T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:16:26.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication to Excellence</title><content type='html'>Today marks the last day of my first full time job.  Almost two years ago I signed on for promotions, opportunity, and the all coveted American dollar.  Two years later I’ve found another path to pursue and thus am closing the transportation industry chapter of my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason this job appealed to me was the fact that it paid better than all the communications jobs out of college I had been applying for.  That and the fact that it’s about impossible to find an entry level PR job in Knoxville.  Knoxville is not exactly the hub of mass communications in case anyone was wondering.  So, I took the transportation job preparing myself for a future of full of benefits.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned some noteworthy skills over the past two years.  Don’t get me wrong, this company has helped me and is a big part of why Jen and I were able to get married and move to Alabama together.  However, I thought it might be entertaining to list some things that some of you don’t know I do/or can do that I have learned through my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;I can drive a tractor (semi truck)&lt;/strong&gt; – not fast or on the interstate, but I can shift gears and maneuver one around a parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I can hook up a 26ft truck to an auto trailer &lt;/strong&gt;– Imagine hooking a boat up to an SUV.  It’s basically the same thing except much longer.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Be cussed at and not care &lt;/strong&gt;– Unfortunately the transportation industry is not always known for the nicest clientele.  I have been cussed at, threatened, and yelled at for things that had nothing to do with me at all.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Explain the difference between tractor brand and engine size &lt;/strong&gt;– who would have thought the least mechanical person you will ever meet would know about trucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is some random skills I have that you just never know when they’ll come in handy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take a lot with me from this job, but I don’t plan on stealing any office supplies or boxes.  I will miss the people, and the stories from our drivers.  I’ll miss our offices form of instant messaging, and the all the funny emails everyone would forward to me because they knew I had time to read them.  I will also miss using email like its instant messenger with my friends that don’t work here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5854853970683273503?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5854853970683273503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5854853970683273503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5854853970683273503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5854853970683273503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/04/dedication-to-excellence.html' title='Dedication to Excellence'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7484934269711110733</id><published>2008-04-15T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:22:08.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to AIM?</title><content type='html'>Most everyone I knew in high school used to get on AOL instant messenger (AIM) every night back in high school.  Sure, some people talked on the phone, but there was something special about talking in text to 15 of your closest friends with those little text boxes all over your computer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most people, my “buddy” list grew over time, and any given night you could find a plethora of people on AIM.  In high school, there were relationships that started out of instant messaging, friendships ruined because of copy and paste, and in some drastic cases you had the “instant messenger breakup.”  Yes, I know a guy that broke up with a girl via instant messenger.  Talk about being blindsided.  I myself never engaged in the AIM breakup, however I did once go for the email.  Not sure that is much better, but moving on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After high school everyone gets to college where my generation first discovered the joys of broadband wireless.  What this ultimately meant was that you could stay signed on to AIM all day and not tie up your parents phone line.  And that is where the real popularity with the “away message” started.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The away message was tricky. You had to get it just right.  For some it was a chance to show their friends from high school what cool thing they were out doing (i.e Gone to Blue Cats to see Copper, call me on my cell).  Despite the fact that no one is going to call you on your cell, everyone could know that you had a life.  The other popular tactic was to post a song lyric from your favorite band that no one has heard of yet.  You know this way you could show everyone how deep and evolved you were becoming off at college.  Your new hairstyle plus some emo acoustic friendly lyrics meant that you were not the same person you were three months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, fast forward to three years after college and I sign on to my buddy list.  There are 5 people out of 100 that are signed on.  After all these years there are about 3 people I talk to on a regular basis on AIM.  I still sign on when I check my email, just to see who is there.  But for those of us in our mid 20s, AIM is a dying pastime.  I personally blame the downfall of AIM on texting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7484934269711110733?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7484934269711110733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7484934269711110733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7484934269711110733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7484934269711110733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-happened-to-aim.html' title='What happened to AIM?'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5145925964753762659</id><published>2008-04-13T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:10:36.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend</title><content type='html'>So some random thing went on this weekend I felt may be worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the music store that my office is located in had a Guitar Hero contest.  As many middle and high schoolers filled the store I started to become intrigued.  So I emerged from my little hole in the instruction rooms only to find Jeff Carlisi from the band .38 special leading a clinic at the front of the store.  I'm not a huge .38 special fan, but they had some good hits back in the day.  One of my favorites is "Hold On Loosely" among several others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this guy was up front talking about the neighborhood he grew up in.  He said all the kids in his neighborhood grew up to be in either Lynard Skynard or .38 special.  That must have been a rocking neighborhood back in the day.  Anyways it was really cool to stand and watch this guy do some amazing stuff with an electric guitar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we visited a new church.  We only sang two worship songs and I had never heard either.  The praise band had horns and a choir, and it was just a strange combination.  The pastor seemed intelligent enough but he used to be a professor, and church felt a lot like a college lecture.  Needless to say, it was not for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on spending the rest of the day watching the masters and our birds on the feeder.  Jen has finals next week, so she has her nose in the books today.  Me and the cat will just have to hang out and watch some golf and birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5145925964753762659?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5145925964753762659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5145925964753762659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5145925964753762659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5145925964753762659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-weekend.html' title='my weekend'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5414191137372380154</id><published>2008-04-11T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T11:08:34.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Train = Pain</title><content type='html'>For the past three months Jen has been seeing a personal trainer.  This is a free service from our apartment complex.  I opted not to begin training when she did, because I wanted to concentrate on training for the half marathon.  Now that the half marathon has come and gone, I thougt it was time I started taking advantage of this service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time Jen went to the trainer she could barely walk up the stairs.  I, of course, found this absolutely hillarious.  Not in a mean kind of way, more in the way where I know what that is like from playing sports most of my life.  So nonetheless, she got her turn to laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was my first day in training.  It was 45 mintues of pretty intense weight lifing.  Something I had not done in quit some time.  So, we get back the apartment and my arms are so soar I can barely get my shirt off.  Raising my arms is literally a painstaking tasks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go back on Wednesday, and the trainer was like, you were fine after Monday right, since we just took it light.  Took it light, my foot, I could barely dress myself after all that.  Me being a man responded with, "oh yeah, I'm fine, just a little tight."  That was stupid, because then for the next 45 minutes we increased the difficulty of exercises.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet for some reason I've signed back up for another pain session today.  I don't know if I'm dumb or just stupid.  Actually I think its the fact that I feel like I'm actually benefiting from this process.  All the while, Jen is conditioned to the point where she is not longer soar after these sessions. If I could get 1/4 as in shape as the trainer I would be doing well. I just keep telling myself that one day my biceps won't fit under my polo shirts.  (I don't believe this to be true at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we both will be back in prime shape for the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5414191137372380154?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5414191137372380154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5414191137372380154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5414191137372380154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5414191137372380154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/04/train-pain.html' title='Train = Pain'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-8821742647074624800</id><published>2008-04-09T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:48:33.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I'm 30</title><content type='html'>When I was 18 years old and starting college I made a list of things I wanted to accomplish before I was 30.  Somewhere over time I lost that list but I still remember a lot of the things on it.  I’m going to re-visit that idea and make an updated list of some goals, and most of them are not the same ones I had fresh out of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;To own a house &lt;/strong&gt;– I’m not necessarily talking about my dream home, but to have a place with a garage, a deck, and some trees would be nice.  &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;To visit Europe &lt;/strong&gt;– This was also on my previous list.  Hopefully when Jen graduates we will have the time and money to make this trip.  If not I suppose Epcot at Disneyworld may be as close as we come for a few more years.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;To play guitar well &lt;/strong&gt;– I have a guitar, and I can play some chords.  I can play a couple almost sounds similar to the original versions, but I’d like to actually be proficient at it. &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;To own a real Rolex watch &lt;/strong&gt;– For some reason this has always been something I have wanted.  I like watches, and having the Rolex is just a way of knowing you’ve made it.  &lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;To run under 20 minutes for a 5k &lt;/strong&gt;– This goal was a little easier when I was 19 and in shape.  However, hopefully I can get back in shape and start running better.  &lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Get a masters degree &lt;/strong&gt;- Part of me wants to get a masters in communication for the simple fact I think it would be interesting.  Realistically the MBA may be more beneficial, but then we go back to the whole problem of me and not liking math.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few things, and I plan on revisiting this topic from time to time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that were curious here are some things I remember from my original list.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to sail a boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Live at the beach&lt;br /&gt;- See Jimmy Buffett Live (accomplished)&lt;br /&gt;- Attend a professional sporting event (accomplished) - braves game and US Open tennis&lt;br /&gt;- Run a half marathon (accomplished 4 times)&lt;br /&gt;- learn to play guitar (I can play some chords)&lt;br /&gt;- bungee jump (did a slingshot bungee jump at the beach)&lt;br /&gt;- visit Europe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-8821742647074624800?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8821742647074624800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=8821742647074624800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8821742647074624800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8821742647074624800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-im-30.html' title='Before I&apos;m 30'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-6753385474094341373</id><published>2008-04-05T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:31:05.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One good thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain</title><content type='html'>So I'm writing this blog trying to occupy my last 30 minutes of work.  I'm basically stealing the idea for the blog from my friend Zac.  Zac wrote about what defines a favorite band, and proceeded to list his top bands.  I really liked his definition and idea, so I'm making a list of my top bands of all time.  For a definition of a favorite band please visit http://zacjx.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my list of favorite artists/bands of all time in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Jimmy Buffett &lt;/strong&gt;- yeah, he's an old guy, but the man is a legend.  He has also evolved his songs and sound over time.  You can't go to any restaraunt or night spot in Florida and not come accross at least one of his songs being covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Dave matthes Band &lt;/strong&gt;- These guys are timeless.  I prefer there older stuff as many do, but they continue to make great music.  Sure their last studio album was a little "off the mark" but I'm sure the next will be right on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Everclear &lt;/strong&gt;- Most people don't know that I used to be really in to alternative rock back in high school.  I couldn't get enough of these guys.  I even converted my dad in to a fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Keith Urban &lt;/strong&gt;- I realize that listing a country act may discredit my last for many of you.  However, go see this guy live, he is a freaking rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Kenny Chesney &lt;/strong&gt;- I think deep down Kenny really wants to be Jimmy Buffett, but he always has some songs I can relate too.  I guess it's that East TN upbringing of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;strong&gt; O.A.R&lt;/strong&gt;.- I really got in to these guys in college.  Yeah its jam band "frat rock" but with catchy melodies you can't help but like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Griffin House &lt;/strong&gt;- One of my favorite singer/songwrites.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Matt Nathanson&lt;/strong&gt;- This guy is as funny as he is talented.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Nickel Creek &lt;/strong&gt;- Although they have broken up in my mind they can do no wrong.  Some of my best memories are listening to these guys on the way to go backpacking in East TN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my list.  Most people probably would not put those 10 people together, but that's why it is my list and not theirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-6753385474094341373?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6753385474094341373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=6753385474094341373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6753385474094341373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6753385474094341373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-good-thing-about-music-when-it-hits.html' title='One good thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2679346765724590425</id><published>2008-04-02T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:27:36.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"only 30 minutes"</title><content type='html'>So a lot of stuff has been going on this week.  I passed my background check and drug test, so I've officially been offered a new job at a bank.  I'm pretty pumped for various reasons, but ultimately it gives me more time at home with Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to set up a meeting with my boss to resign in person tomorrow.  He called me so I ended up doing everything by phone.  Someone is supposed to come by my office and pick up my letter tomorrow and go over the exit policy.  I'm trying to go out on a positive note.  My boss was on some major pain killers today so he took the news pretty well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my last day is projected at April 17, and I will start the new job April 21.  This gives me a strategically placed three day weekend in between jobs.  Me and Jen are already planning to make that a fun weekend.  The 22nd of April Jen will drive back to Knoxville for her three week rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted anything about changing jobs on here, but its been in the works for about the past month and a half.  Last week I found out that pending the background check and drug test, I'm officially hired.  So, I'm not worried about either of these, but Monday my current boss has a meeting.  He calls everyone and says "it will only last 30 minutes."  Well, my boss couldn't make it, and he sent two other people to lead a workshop on reading and accessing reports.  The meeting took 3 hours.  Let me tell you it was excruciating sitting through that, knowing that in a couple days I would be resigning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other random news, I think my cat may be bi-polar. One minute she will be sitting with me and Jen very peaceful, and the next she's biting and having a panic attack.  I don't know much about cats, but this does not seem normal.  She's getting better, but I really think she has so emotional problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2679346765724590425?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2679346765724590425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2679346765724590425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2679346765724590425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2679346765724590425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/04/only-30-minutes.html' title='&quot;only 30 minutes&quot;'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5351196475105633444</id><published>2008-03-30T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:30:59.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking?</title><content type='html'>This morning marked the day of my half marathon.  This was the fourth half marathon I have ever run, and the third Knoxville half marathon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew going in to the race I wasn't as in as good of shape as I have been in years past.  However, since I was not worried about finishing in a certain time I figured I would be fine.  For the most part I was fine, until I got to the ninth mile.  I was clicking off decent splits for the first 8, and then I physically hit a wall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know the bottom of your feet could hurt as bad as mine did, but literally the bottom of my feet felt as if they were on fire. This made for a great combination with my soar calfs, hamstrings, and quads.  And I don't know why but my shoulders feel like I've been carrying weights on them all day.  However, I survived and I'll feel better in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the aches and pains I'm still glad I did it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is ever a marathon, half marathon, or a longer race in general by your house, let me take this chance to encourage you to cheer if you aren't going to participate.  It's amazing how a stranger encouraging you, or playing random music in front of there house can motivate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5351196475105633444?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5351196475105633444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5351196475105633444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5351196475105633444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5351196475105633444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5564885637467489372</id><published>2008-03-28T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:39:30.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run for the Hills</title><content type='html'>This Sunday will mark the culmination of three months of training.  I will be participating in the Knoxville Half Marathon.  I won't be trying to set any personal records, but it is simply me achieving a goal I set at the beginning of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, work and marriage have taken a toll on my fitness level.  I'm not complaining, I just have found out that I can't eat dessert and burn calories the same way I could back when I was in college.  So, what better way to burn some calories and some fat than to run 13.1 miles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about getting away this weekend and running.  There have been some pretty exciting things going on for me, that I will eventually be able to talk about on here.  Until then, let me talk about a recent situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I made a comment at work yesterday that set my boss off.  Basically he found out that I knew more about the recent job opening that has taken place in my district than he thought I did.  What made me mad is the fact he tried to deny everything I knew, and acted like the source of information was not viable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say I trust my source more than I trust anyone who hides information from everyone else.  So needless to say, because of me, half of us have to come in on our off day, Monday, and go to a meeting about not maintaining contact with former work employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are trying to make this out to be where we don't talk to people on company time.  Ultimately I think they are just trying to tell us who we can be friends with.  I guess we should be like the mafia, and we someone leaves they become excommunicated.  I don't agree with this.  Just because someone is smart enough to get out while they can does not make them any less of my friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the rundown for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5564885637467489372?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5564885637467489372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5564885637467489372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5564885637467489372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5564885637467489372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/03/run-for-hills.html' title='Run for the Hills'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7685150453425903364</id><published>2008-03-25T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:28:42.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuition – for work and learning</title><content type='html'>This April Jen has to do something referred to as an early practice experience.  Samford was supposed to place her at a site in Birmingham where she would spend three weeks working for free to get course credit.  However, for some reason Samford placed her in Maryville, just outside of Knoxville for those not familiar with the area.  So in April she will stay with her parents for three weeks and commute 45 minutes each way to a hospital in Maryville.  Needless to say, neither one of us are thrilled about the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a secondary note, she pays Samford for this.  Her employer can work her as many hours as they want, because the school does not care.  Yes, Samford (a Christian affiliate university) had their administrators tell the class, “we don’t care how much or how many hours they work you, so don’t complain to us about it.”  They also said, “we don’t care if you are married or if you have kids, we will place you where we want.  The only exceptions are for single mothers.”  Thank you Samford for showing the brotherly love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is good experience but something is wrong.  She is paying Samford for an education, and they are going to send her out each year for a month to work at no cost.  Then her fourth year, she will work full time and pay Samford to do it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize many in education programs have the same problems.  They go to college for four years and then they spend a year interning while getting their masters.  Let’s go ahead and really define intern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intern – One who works for no or minimal wages at his/her employers expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I interned through most of college.  Granted I always got paid, not always a lot, but paid for my work.  However, a lot of people I know interned for free because you had to have so many hours to graduate.  You get a lot of experience, but if you aren’t getting compensated for your time, eventually morale begins to vanquish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, where did interning really get me.  I had some of the best internships in the area.  I had my own cubicle in the UT athletic office.  Yet, I couldn’t find a job within the city in my field.  I found a job all right, but it’s about the farthest thing from my major as you could get.  Oh well, I’d go back and make minimum wage if I could pay my bills and have all that time off again.  I’m sure Jen wouldn’t go for that, seeing as how we’ve both become accustomed to eating regularly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one intern theory that disproves my argument.  Jen is interning at Walgreens this summer and is almost making what I am as an intern.  This is not a school internship though, but nonetheless, we might actually get to go back to Disneyworld this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random pics from the race I ran with my dad, and my birthday dinner at Cheesecake Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R-lt8UAFL3I/AAAAAAAAACo/PLbve_esK2g/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R-lt8UAFL3I/AAAAAAAAACo/PLbve_esK2g/s200/Copy+of+DSC00105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181793729195093874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R-lubUAFL4I/AAAAAAAAACw/I0an2EAyrZU/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R-lubUAFL4I/AAAAAAAAACw/I0an2EAyrZU/s200/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181794261771038594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7685150453425903364?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7685150453425903364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7685150453425903364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7685150453425903364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7685150453425903364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/03/tuition-for-work-and-learning.html' title='Tuition – for work and learning'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R-lt8UAFL3I/AAAAAAAAACo/PLbve_esK2g/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC00105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3532738767588196265</id><published>2008-03-24T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T05:49:27.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbits are good at math because they multiply quickly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R-eivkAFL2I/AAAAAAAAACg/R5i0hyu0WnY/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R-eivkAFL2I/AAAAAAAAACg/R5i0hyu0WnY/s200/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181288834314612578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back in Knoxville all weekend.  We have really had a good visit, and got a chance to see a lot of our old friends.  I will eventually have some pics to put up on here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a rundown of some things we have done, in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got in to town Thursday night and went straight to bed.  Friday we got our wedding rings cleaned up.  They look like brand new now, which is pretty cool.  Then I got  my hair cut by the girl that used to cut it.  From my previous post, you may know about the haircut issues I've had in Birmingham.  That night we got to see Dusty and Emilee's new house and Justin and Lacey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we visited my grandparents, and then got to eat lunch with Scott and Kristin.  Then we saw their new condo.  After seeing all of our friends owning property we are definitely jealous.  We love our apartment, but it would be nice to have a place we own.  However, we don't want to get tied down to property in Alabama.  But, in three years we'll be able to catch up and buy our own place once Jen gets out of school.  Saturday night, we got to see Ryan and Sam's baby Kenzli.  I think Jen could have sat and held that baby all night.  She was definitely a very cute, sweet baby.  I however, have not really been a round small children and I was afraid I was going to break hear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter.  Went to two church services, ate three full meals, and saw all of Jen's family plus my parents.  At Jen's grandmothers we had an Easter egg hunt with her two little cousins.  They are ages 8 and 6.  The boy,8, stepped on one of the hard boiled dyed eggs of the little girl.  This in turn started a fight like I have never seen.  The girl, who is normally good around me and Jen, started crying and kicking his bike.  She was so distraught they had to take her home.  On the way home, they live accross the street, she threatened to call the polic on her mother and brother.  Needless to say she was not happy about her egg being broken.  Jen was ready to pop out a kid after holding Ryan's baby, but yesterday was automatic birth control.  I'm good with our cat for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I plan to go by the UT book store and see if any new merchandise has come in.  Also, Zac if you are reading, I'm going to try and stop by STA and say hi.  Then it's back to b'ham this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3532738767588196265?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3532738767588196265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3532738767588196265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3532738767588196265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3532738767588196265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/03/rabbits-are-good-at-math-because-they.html' title='Rabbits are good at math because they multiply quickly'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R-eivkAFL2I/AAAAAAAAACg/R5i0hyu0WnY/s72-c/DSC00129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-1558287068876367045</id><published>2008-03-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:42:00.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring time</title><content type='html'>It's been an interesting week.  Went to Atlanta, lost some work employees, and I'm planning on heading out of town tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading home tomorrow after work to Knoxville for the first time in a few months.  As we live here longer and longer it seems we go home less and less.  I like home, but oddly enough, Birmingham sort of feels like home.  Not a permanent I want to live here forever home, but a place we are finally okay with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more and more removed from Knoxville. Three of my friends bought houses, one just had a baby, and one of my friends is getting married this summer.  It's cool how everyone is moving on in life, but weird I'm not in the midst of it.  I guess Jen and I are moving on down here.  Making new friends and creating a life outside the one we knew for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bosses are at a big meeting in Chattanooga this week.  That's is pretty cool for me because they have tendency to drop in my location unannounced.  But today, I was free in clear.  Since I didn't have any surprise visitors I honed my skills at the jumble, word search, and mixed clues games located in the comic section of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally sat down and made my NCAA bracket today.  I have reluctantly picked a final four of Tennessee, Kansas, Duke, and Texas.  Not sure how well that will work out, but anything can happen on any given day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a week and half out from the half marathon in Knoxville.  I ran ten miles last weekend and now have blister on my leg.  That has put a damper on my training this week, but I should be ready to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's me in a nutshell.  I'm ready to see Jen tomorrow because she will get home from Vegas shortly before me.  I've definitely missed her this week, but I guess me and the cat have bonded.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More entertaining post to come in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R-HAr0AFL1I/AAAAAAAAACY/6HFzi899Nto/s1600-h/Jen%27s+Holiday+pictures+207+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R-HAr0AFL1I/AAAAAAAAACY/6HFzi899Nto/s200/Jen%27s+Holiday+pictures+207+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179632905378672466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-1558287068876367045?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/1558287068876367045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=1558287068876367045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/1558287068876367045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/1558287068876367045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-time.html' title='Spring time'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R-HAr0AFL1I/AAAAAAAAACY/6HFzi899Nto/s72-c/Jen%27s+Holiday+pictures+207+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3022067549389992726</id><published>2008-03-17T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:15:26.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irish training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R98Xmfa6iZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GlZtibry-aQ/s1600-h/leprechaun.party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R98Xmfa6iZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GlZtibry-aQ/s200/leprechaun.party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178884046536214930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the past day and a half in Atlanta.  Aside from listening to Nascar on the radio during the drive, and the hotel being the worse ever, it was an alright time.  I got a chance to really talk to some people I work with and hang out with some old friends.  It's funny how everyone has the same thoughts about work stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all of today learning how to treat people correctly when they come in.  This is under the impression that I lived under a rock and had no social skills whatsoever.  Although useful information, everyone in the room has a college degree.  So it seemed odd that we would spend 8 hours discussing communications practices I learned my sophomore year of college.  However, I got paid, free lunch, free snacks and a day away from the mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of communications practices work is on the email patrol.  This really sucks because the coolest boss I've had just got a new job.  NC if you still read this, you are missed for sure.  So work is slowly turning in to junior high with a paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Jen is staying at the Venetian in Las Vegas.  She called today to inform me there were 3 flat screen tv's in their suite.  Including one in the bathroom.  So needless to say I'm incredibly jealous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly my Vols came away with the 2 seed in the same bracket as North Carolina.  I will be interested to see how the tournament plays out.  If we can't be Arkansas we are sure going to have some problems in the coming days.  But I'll still support my orange as long as they can take the court.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3022067549389992726?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3022067549389992726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3022067549389992726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3022067549389992726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3022067549389992726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/03/irish-training.html' title='Irish training'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R98Xmfa6iZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GlZtibry-aQ/s72-c/leprechaun.party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-8069719966199331262</id><published>2008-03-14T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:09:11.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierced left ear, mustache, neon – must be the 80s</title><content type='html'>Jen’s car once again is making odd noises.  Last week we swapped it out with her mom’s accord.  Jen has been driving my car since it has a Samford parking tag on it, and I have been driving her mom’s.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her mom’s car mainly because it has XM radio.  At first I was drawn to the top 20-request station.  But then driving to work one morning I found, what can only be described as one of the best creations since individually wrapped cheese – The top 40 - 80s station.  I was drawn in at first by the catchiness of those classic tunes.  There is nothing quite like jamming to some Bon Jovi on the way to work to start your day off right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what started as a fondness for a radio station has become an addiction.  I can’t get enough of that synthesizer in the background, and those oh so catch melodies.  It’s like I’m taken back to elementary school.  Billy Ocean, Eddie Money, Men at Work, please come back and revive pop radio.  I need a little less “shorty got low low low….”  And a little more “get out of my dreams, and in to my car.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note– this fondness for radio does not encourage Paula Abdul’s attempt at a comeback.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, this Sunday Jen leaves for Vegas and I leave for Atlanta.  I’m definitely getting the shaft here.  I have training, so I along with 5 others are going over Sunday night and will get home Monday night.  Not that I mind training, I just really mind going on my two off days.  However, it is better than the alternative of answering the phone all day.  Also, I get to see some friends from Knoxville, so that is good.  I may even attempt a blog update from my new phone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, while I’m learning the ins and outs of my job, Jen will be living the lavish life in the city of sin.  Those slot machines and blackjack tables are calling my name.  However, Jen views Vegas as a nice place to shop so I don’t expect to go to the bank and see a $0 balance in all our accounts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-8069719966199331262?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8069719966199331262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=8069719966199331262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8069719966199331262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8069719966199331262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/03/pierced-left-ear-mustache-neon-must-be.html' title='Pierced left ear, mustache, neon – must be the 80s'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-238505019935790688</id><published>2008-03-10T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:31:42.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tech out of luck</title><content type='html'>Technology is a fickle thing.  It always choses just the right time to go out.  This has always been a constant in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Ipod broke about 2 months after the warranty went out.  Jen's Razr phone died about 4 months after warranty and 4 months before renewal.  Most recently, the screen on my phone went out.  All the calling features still worked but there was no visibility for incoming or outgoing calls.  This really but a damper in my texting.  After spending two days on the phone with AT&amp;T I finally got tired of dealing with India about my issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would talk with one person and they would agree to upgrade our plan so I could get the promotional rate.  However, the next person would say I must wait until April 24.      Today I finally just went in the store down the road and talked to a sales rep.  She agreed to renew my plan and sell me a phone at a promotional price.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opted to buy the Blackberry Curve, which I am thoroughly enjoying.  However, I thought I would be clever this time and purchase the extended warranty/insurance.  Yet, on blackberry products you are not giving this option.  I still got the phone, but I kind of expect it to break after a year and to repeat all these problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-238505019935790688?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/238505019935790688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=238505019935790688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/238505019935790688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/238505019935790688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/03/tech-out-of-luck.html' title='Tech out of luck'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-6831036309276359592</id><published>2008-03-09T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T08:23:25.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concept of Time</title><content type='html'>Most of America has a problem with concept of time.  You can view this problem from many different aspects.  My friend Jonathan says that a guys "football concept of time" is similar to that of a girls "getting ready concept of time."  That basically equates to 5 minutes being 30.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To combat the time problem in my parents house, my dad has developed the AIS (ass in seat) system of travel. Above all other times the AIS time is when the car leaves the driveway.  This doesn't necessarily work, but its a step in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been prone to the adjusting the actual time an event starts.  If we need to be somewhere at 8pm, just say 7:30pm.  Unfortunately Jen generally knows when this is going on, so my plan for time usually gets foiled.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the industry I work in apparently set business hours mean nothing to customers.  Yesterday at work I had a lady flag me down in our back parking lot almost an hour after we had closed demanding her truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was still at work I gave her the truck, but her and her boyfriend never once acknowledged the fact they had showed up an hour after close, and three hours after their reservation.  Once we got in the office the lady was quit unfriendly, her husband did not speak at all and they just stood in there like I was beneath them.  No thanks, no nothing.  I'm not looking for a pat on the back, but no other "retail" establishment is going to let you in after close.  I think that is kind of the point of business hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing about time I am incredibly happy about is daylight savings time.  Today it will be light outside until 7:15pm and that is exciting.  I can actually start running outside after work, and soon it will be 70s every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-6831036309276359592?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6831036309276359592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=6831036309276359592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6831036309276359592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6831036309276359592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/03/concept-of-time.html' title='Concept of Time'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-8573967100007743780</id><published>2008-03-05T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:07:37.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Rules</title><content type='html'>There comes a point in every man’s life when it’s time to start living by the code.  There are certain rules in which men live by and society would not function the same without them.  I have compiled a list of rules that I have heard over the years.  Not all of these are mine, but I have my contributions in there.  I have tried to give credit to those that I learned these rules from.  Keep in mind the people who passed the knowledge on to me may not have been the creator, but they were the second best thing – the messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No man should use the urinal directly beside another man.  – Mike Murphy&lt;br /&gt;        a.  If trough system is in place, allow proper spacing and eyes on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You can take the last slice of pizza if you paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. PBR is only acceptable if it’s the only choice – Matt Waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fruit is not permissible in beer – Nick Casper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If it’s supposed to have an umbrella in it, pour it in a Dixie cup. – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. At least at one time in your life grow some facial hair&lt;br /&gt;      a.“facial hair makes you cool” – Zac Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be able to drive a manual transmission vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wearing a t-shirt with a cartoon character won’t get you the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If it stinks, be prepared to claim it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don’t date your friend’s ex-girlfriend without approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.It is only acceptable to take the duff (designated ugly fat friend) if your  friend is getting the hot girl. – Kendall Roach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don’t make out with your friends girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. There are two times in your life you should dance.  Your prom and your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Earrings are permissible for musicians and rappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sorority party t-shirts make you cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Back hair should be manscaped before visiting a pool, beach, or lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Never order a steak well-done in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Never talk to your wife or girlfriend in “the voice” in public – Clay Bailey&lt;br /&gt;       a.“the voice” is when you alter to you tone to be more appealing and less masculine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ones I have so far.  Please feel free to add and contribute as we may make this an ongoing project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-8573967100007743780?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8573967100007743780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=8573967100007743780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8573967100007743780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/8573967100007743780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-rules.html' title='Man Rules'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-1779134777180469520</id><published>2008-03-04T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:38:49.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Way to 50</title><content type='html'>I haven’t blogged in a while so I thought I would start back with a weekend update.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend marked my entrance into this great world.  As some of you may know I am an only child.  My parents were lucky enough to achieve perfection on the first attempt so there were no needs for additional children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning my dad and I ran a 5k.  It was great weather and my dad won his division.  I finished second in my age group, which was cool, because I did not run fast.  My dad is 29 years older than me and I have never beaten him in any running event in my entire life.  He ran 18:24 for a 5k last Saturday.  In Tennessee my dad is known as “that guy that runs down Emory rd every day at 5:30.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night we went to the Cheesecake Factory and had a great dinner.  They sang to me which was embarrassing but it was still cool.  We had an ice cream cake from Brusters for dessert.  Sunday was also the second nicest day we have had all year; Second only to Monday when it was 78 and sunny.  The pool at my apartment complex was packed.  That is unheard of to have that many people at a pool the first weekend in March.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a gorgeous day and also my birthday.  I got an ipod shuffle for my birthday so I loaded some songs on it and took it out for a 5-mile test run.  It worked really well and was super light so you don’t even realize you have it on you.  After the run Jen and I got a massage from this place down the road.  It was amazing.  Last night we had ice cream cake and cookie cake with some of our friends at the apartment.  I love an excuse to double up on my dessert intake in the middle of the week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s a summary of my last few days here in the ham.  There will be a collaborative list of “man rules” as my next post.  I’m still compiling the list, but will post soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-1779134777180469520?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/1779134777180469520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=1779134777180469520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/1779134777180469520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/1779134777180469520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/03/half-way-to-50.html' title='Half Way to 50'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-4034581033857777329</id><published>2008-02-27T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:36:07.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DMV, Idol, and UT</title><content type='html'>I went back to the DMV this morning.  That makes the second time this week.  I got there at 7:30am and stood outside in line until 8 when they opened.  Once I was in line for 15 minutes I reached in my pockets and couldn’t find my cell phone or my keys.  I was frantically checking all the pockets of my coat and pants.  I determined I must have left them sitting in my car.  This was concerning because the DMV is in the ghetto, but there was no way I was losing my space in line.  Car theft is covered by insurance any ways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get in the DMV and I’m first in line, and get in and out in about 15 minutes.  My driver’s license picture is the single worse photo that has ever been taken of me.  I look cross eyed, have this strange smile, my hair is matted down, my face looks white as a ghost and I look about 400lbs.  However, there is no way I’m getting another one made so that will have to do until 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I leave the DMV I realize that my keys and phone are in the pocket of my fleece.  I think, as I get older I’m losing my mind.  Two weeks ago I managed to lose my mom’s AAA card, my cell phone, and my car keys in 2 days.  I found two of the three, but still either I have half timers or CRS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol was slightly disappointing last night.  I like the 70s musical era, but what I consider the classics are not what the 10 guys did.  The Aussie rocked out some Fleetwood Mac, which wasn’t bad.  He’ll go far just on his accent.  It’s funny how Australians are seen as cool talkers in American.  However, if I went to Australia they would just view me as a redneck from the states.  Nothing like a southern drawl to make the rest of the world look at you funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Once a Vol, always a Vol.”  Tennessee was the number one team in the nation on Monday.  Last night they lost in a heartbreaker to Vanderbilt.  I think we’ll make it to the elite 8 and fight our way to the final four.  It won’t be pretty, but there is nothing our team won’t do for a coach that will paint his chest for a basketball game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-4034581033857777329?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/4034581033857777329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=4034581033857777329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4034581033857777329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4034581033857777329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/02/dmv-idol-and-ut.html' title='DMV, Idol, and UT'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-9190950708146160730</id><published>2008-02-25T15:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:07:30.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, Faith, Friends……all take a back seat to corporate life</title><content type='html'>My work schedule is Tuesday through Saturday, off Sunday and Monday.  It used to be Sunday through Thursday, off Friday and Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I preface with the first sentence because I volunteered to work today to make some extra money.  Actually it wasn’t really for the money this week, it’s because I swapped my weekend around and I need all my hours.  However, I check my email at 5:15 pm and what is in my inbox.  I notice that we have a mandatory rental meeting Thursday after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I surprised at this notice?  Not at all.  But here are the problems I do have.  First of all some people have Thursday as there final working day of the week.  How rude is it to schedule a meeting on what is essentially another employees Friday.  However, those that schedule the meeting work Friday so this is inconsequential to them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, what about plans?  What about the fact that most people will receive this email Tuesday morning and with a days notice need to drop everything they are doing and attend.  Wouldn’t it be easier to have a set day every month to plan around?  This is the category I fall in to.  My friend Kendall is coming in from out of town to hang out Wednesday and Thursday because he’s off work.  So him, Jen and myself had all planned to go out to eat Thursday as an early birthday dinner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this dinner still happen?  Yes – of course.  At the cost of being called an abandoner and anti-social employee at work it will still happen.  Unfortunately, I’ve had plans on the nights of almost every rental meeting we have ever had so I’m sure I’m seen as the weird guy who doesn’t go out to eat.  But if plans keep me from having forced awkward conversations with certain people, then so be it.  Because despite the fact that I’m knew to the state, does not mean I can’t attempt to have a life outside of the big yellow box.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corporate attitude is that work comes before all.  This is not specific to my work place, but it is true of many.  I think work is important but I think being with my wife and maintaining a nice balance outside of work is equally important.  A fun day off for me has nothing to do with work.  When I leave this place, I don’t think about it, I don’t worry about it, I don’t tell people what I do unless they ask (with the exception of some blogs).  Here I’m a rental associate, outside of work I’m Steven the person that is not obsessed with his job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-9190950708146160730?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/9190950708146160730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=9190950708146160730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/9190950708146160730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/9190950708146160730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/02/family-faith-friendsall-take-back-seat.html' title='Family, Faith, Friends……all take a back seat to corporate life'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7682921835066015673</id><published>2008-02-23T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:16:28.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippie Discrimination</title><content type='html'>After work today I decide that I am going to stop by this new outdoors store down from my apartment.  This store has other branches around town, but this particular store is larger and has more selection than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I went in was that I am in the market for a new watch.  I am interested in the Suunto watches and this store is one of the few in town that carry them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get in to the store and browse around.  They have lots of nice gear but I eventually make my way to the watches.  They have a large display of Suunto watches so I look and see the one I'm interested in.  It's the Suunto T3.  So I wait on a sales associate to assist me.  After no one seems to be coming I start to look around the store for another associate.  They all seem to enthralled in conversation with each other and some of their friends that appear to be shopping in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually get tired of waiting and determine that I'm not going to do business here.  Sadly I've had that same experience in outdoor stores back home.  If you go in wearing khaki's and a polo shirt good luck with getting service.  However, if you go in with 3 day old stubble, an old t-shirt, and some jeans with a hole in them they will undoubtedly give you a tour of the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand this.  I'm not saying they should discriminate against the hippies, but don't write me off because I have a clean shave and a collared shirt on.  I'm interested in buying a $200 watch, but no one will even say hello to me.  Needless to say I'm not going to be buying a watch from this store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7682921835066015673?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7682921835066015673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7682921835066015673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7682921835066015673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7682921835066015673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/02/hippie-discrimination.html' title='Hippie Discrimination'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-153490863865002277</id><published>2008-02-21T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:27:43.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Bravarian cars to French skunks</title><content type='html'>Jen brought me to work today.  Apparently makers of fine German automobiles can’t coordinate ordering all parts necessary to fix a car.  I can understand a delay in getting in the parts.  What I can’t understand is why I call and leave, my personal service coordinator, multiple voice mails a day and he can’t call me back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the money to purchase one of these automobiles currently.  But I would have a hard time ever buying one from the BMW in Birmingham.  The service department is ridiculously inconsiderate and bad.  It takes all of thirty seconds to pick up the phone and say “hello Mr. Brooks, I’m sorry we are still working on your car, but it will be fixed by (insert date here).”  But instead the guy avoids my phone calls, but when I finally catch him at his desk what does he do?  He acts like he’s my freaking best friend.  Using terms like “buddy”, “man”, and I’ll holler at you when it’s done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t “holler” at me.  Get on your phone in your big boy voice and explain the situation to me, so I don’t call 20/20 and beg them to review your inefficient service practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone catch American Idol?  I personally was a fan of the guys over the girls, but there are some strange kids on that show.  I use the term kids because a lot of them are 18, and since I’m almost a quarter century old, teenagers are kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the guy with the dreads.  I hope he gets the chance to bust out some Bob Marley because I think that would seal the deal for him.  The Australian guy was good too.  I think the female rocker girl is okay, but she scares me.  Anyone sporting the same hair style as Pepe` Le Pew can’t be all-together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-153490863865002277?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/153490863865002277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=153490863865002277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/153490863865002277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/153490863865002277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-bravarian-cars-to-french-skunks.html' title='From Bravarian cars to French skunks'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-439922485538933786</id><published>2008-02-17T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:46:29.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days/weekends</title><content type='html'>As you may have read from my last post, we have been having some transmission issues with Jen's car.  So Friday night after we get home from dinner I get in her car and start it.  It is having no problems and no warning lights.  So we take it for a spin around the apartment.  No problems, it's running like the German made vehicle its supposed to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip to Saturday.  I get home from work and my mom is in town to visit.  We decide to take Jen's car to the mall.  We stop to fill it up with gas at a different gas station than before.  Certain types of gas apparently can cause a BMW to stall.  So we get to mall and what happens - the light comes and we lose power as soon as we pull in.  We let the car sit a minute and crank it again.  Starts up fine but thirty seconds later, once again check engine light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we call AAA.  Let me take this chance to recommend AAA to anyone.  It's not expensive, you get discounts at hotels, and the service you get is absolutely unbelievable.  AAA dispatches a wrecker which tows the car to our apartment.  I ride with the driver and he was super cool.  I make plans to call him the next day to have car towed to the dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday my mom wakes up and her throat feels like its on fire.  We take her to the walk-in clinic.  She has strep.  Great, she travels 4 1/2 hours to see us and gets sick.  We go to lunch at Five Guys Burgers and Fries.  Me and Jen aren't feeling quite right, but its too early to catch strep.  Hoping it's part cold and part hypochondria and not strep.  I would rather give blood than have the strep test taken.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had the car towed to the dealer.  Once again outstanding service from AAA vendor.  This is the third time we've used AAA since we have lived her.  Definitely getting our money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to sound like captain whiner but sometimes one family's strife can be just enough to entertain another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-439922485538933786?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/439922485538933786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=439922485538933786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/439922485538933786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/439922485538933786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-of-those-daysweekends.html' title='One of those days/weekends'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3793548866391997000</id><published>2008-02-16T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:22:15.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, Flower sales, and transmissions</title><content type='html'>Let me start of by giving huge congratulations to my friends Ryan and Sam for the birth of their baby girl Kenzli.  I wish I could be there to tell them in person, but I’m sure they will be great parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week we celebrated the overly commercialized holiday known as Valentine’s day.  You know, the holiday that makes the average guy feel that if he doesn’t drop major cash and shower that special person with rose petals he is doomed for relationship tragedy.  Luckily for me, I’m married, and vows supersede commercialized hype.  Okay, so not really but me and Jen did have a good day.  We didn’t do our normal big gift exchange but we had a really nice dinner at a local Italian restaurant called Nonnas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Valentine’s Day because the next big holiday is………. Yes, my birthday.  March 3, for all those inquiring minds.  After March 3, there is St. Patty’s day, and Easter.  All of which are noteworthy in their own right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other exciting news the transmission in Jen’s car may be going out.  Yesterday the light came on and she had to floor the car to get it to go 3 mph.  However, of course when I got home the car acted fine.  Which I’m sure as soon as we get the car to the dealer it will be fine, and they will act like I’m crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is coming to visit this weekend so that generally means a dinner at the Cheesecake Factory and a trip to Sam’s.  I’m pretty excited about both.  It’s been a while since I have had that wonderfully pleasant taste of chocolate mousse cheesecake.  And who doesn’t like Sam’s.  Where else can you get a gallon of mayonnaise, a flat screen TV, 40 hotdogs, and a new set of tires in the same shopping trip?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I have for today, more entertaining post coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3793548866391997000?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3793548866391997000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3793548866391997000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3793548866391997000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3793548866391997000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/02/babies-flower-sales-and-transmissions.html' title='Babies, Flower sales, and transmissions'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-6641659252010173610</id><published>2008-02-13T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:50:26.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More college = More money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So today is Wednesday, known to some as hump day, and tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Ironic, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I went back to the DMV this morning. I got there at 8am right as they opened. To my surprise there were already 10 other “teenie boppers” in line in front of me. Two of which I distinctly remember from Monday. That gives me a complete feeling of safety while driving on the road. We share the roadway with 16 year olds who have taken there driver’s test multiple times in order to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another thing disturbed me: The fact that I’m eight years older than these kids. These kids were born in 1992. I was in the fourth grade when they were coming in to the world. It’s frightening that I’m getting that old. College freshman were born in 1990. I’m practically a geezer compared to some of these kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of college, that’s some place I should have stayed a little longer. Jen is probably going to be doing an internship for Walgreens this summer making slightly less than I make now. Maybe those six months I was sitting on my couch watching Magnum P.I., I should have re-enrolled and taken some science or something. You can call these professional doctor students nerds all you want, but they got the system figured out. Specialize and make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not specialize, so I spent 10 minutes this morning trying to get a key into a frozen lock. I then had to relocate a moving dolly and pads that smell like something died on them into a storage unit in 17-degree weather. The highlight of the day came when a guy with no teeth, no money, and no license came in and told me he was going to be back for a truck. So on his word, I’m expected to hold a $40,000 asset in hopes that he may come in and try to steal it. The scariest part is my office is the one that is not in the ghetto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-6641659252010173610?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6641659252010173610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=6641659252010173610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6641659252010173610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6641659252010173610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-college-more-money.html' title='More college = More money'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7314665785320020816</id><published>2008-02-11T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:12:25.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DMV</title><content type='html'>I went to the DMV this morning.   I got there shortly before 10am anticipating a quick turn around in getting my license and renewing my license plate.  Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security guard/license associate stated I must have my passport and social security card.  I did not have my social security card, but it was my understanding a passport acted as a photo id, birth certificate and social security card.  However, this lady did not understand my logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I make the trip back to my apartment, find my social security card and return to the DMV.  I now have the appropriate materials and get to take a number.  At 11am I take number 52.  They have just called 35.  So I proceed to sit in the waiting area.  By my observation I and two other people out of the 100 in the building had showered today.  Ironically enough, we were also the only two not asking what the exact amount a license cost and if they take cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour and a half of sitting among people that I felt at any time may turn around and cut out my liver, I finally decide to leave.  At this point they were on number 44.   So I have no license, not tag renewal and just the experience of sitting at the DMV among the general public for the better part of my morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I got the great joy of coming home, eating a sandwhich, and then going to get my teeth cleaned.  Where I later found out I have a cavity that has to be filled.  Man, what an awesome day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7314665785320020816?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7314665785320020816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7314665785320020816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7314665785320020816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7314665785320020816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/02/dmv.html' title='DMV'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-7914291243714618284</id><published>2008-02-09T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:17:07.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups, Down, and In Betweens</title><content type='html'>Ups - Jen and I ate Sonic the other night for the first time in 7 months.  It's not they we are against Sonic, there just isn't one close to our apartment.  In Knoxville we both lived 5 minutes from the joy of those decadent milkshakes and mouth watering burgers and hot dogs.  What made the trip even more exciting was the fact that we haven't really eaten fast food in months.  We both usually take our lunches and we eat in for dinner.  Minus a couple chick-fil-a chicken biscuits this was one of the first real good semi-fast food dinners we have had.  It's was greasy and outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downs - Personal privacy.  I learned a hard lesson at work that just because you try to do something nice it isn't always viewed like that.  Sometimes work wants you to wear a tracking device as so that you don't get to far away.  I've never heard of anyone having to vouch for what they were doing on their day off.  I was under the understanding that if I wanted to race Emu's on the weekend I could, as long as I wasn't on the clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Betweens - Another exciting weekend in the 'ham for me and Jen.  Tonight we are heading up to Trussville to see Fool's Gold.  It looks pretty funny, so I'm excited about that.  Other than that we are just kind of hanging around doing some odds and ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-7914291243714618284?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7914291243714618284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=7914291243714618284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7914291243714618284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/7914291243714618284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/02/ups-down-and-in-betweens.html' title='Ups, Down, and In Betweens'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-4715379431067876846</id><published>2008-02-06T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:33:00.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the best?</title><content type='html'>This morning before work I got up uncharacteristically early and caught part of an episode of Walker Texas Ranger.  The awesomeness that is Chuck Norris Consumed me.  So I've put together three of the greatest normal guy super heroes.  I want to know who people think is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R6prLgRcuDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NK0X4YvMkJo/s1600-h/walker_texas_ranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R6prLgRcuDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NK0X4YvMkJo/s200/walker_texas_ranger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164057768119547954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walker Texas Ranger.  I never got that in to this show, but I did watch some episodes back in the shows prime.  I remember the vast martial arts awesomeness of Chuck Norris.  Being a fan of the Karate Kid, it's safe to say I have a soft spot for roundhouse kicks to the face.  Chuck Norris rocks the beard in Walker and well, we all know beards are just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R6pruwRcuEI/AAAAAAAAACA/hCMzcN5S14M/s1600-h/magnum.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R6pruwRcuEI/AAAAAAAAACA/hCMzcN5S14M/s200/magnum.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164058373709936706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Magnum P.I.  I caught most of the first three seasons in the six months I was unemployed after college.  I contemplated becoming a private investigator, but realized that wasn't for me.  Magnum (Tom Selleck) had the perfect life.  Lived in Hawaii, drove a Ferrari, lived in a mansion and hung out with a club owner and a helicopter pilot.  Plus, what is that on Magnum's lip - yes kids, it's a mustache.  The greatest sign of masculine achievement.  Me try their whole lives to grow such a commanding piece of facial hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R6psbQRcuFI/AAAAAAAAACI/AQNRsrsIbiM/s1600-h/macgyver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R6psbQRcuFI/AAAAAAAAACI/AQNRsrsIbiM/s200/macgyver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164059138214115410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacGyver - Who else can make fix anything with a swiss army knife.  I'm not gonna lie, I still carry one these days.  I spent my fair share of the early nineties watching MacGyver and wondering if the Phoenix foundation was real.  What is even cooler is the fact that I read online and most of the stuff done in the show could technically be done in real life.  Kind of makes you want to study science.  Unlike, he other regular guy super heroes MacGyver did not rock the facial hair, but he does have a mulleteske hair style in some of the early episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is my pick?  It's got to be Magnum.  The guy was just plain cool.  He carried a gun, fought with his hands, and lived at the beach.  That's just my opinion, but all three of these men are respectable in their own right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-4715379431067876846?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/4715379431067876846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=4715379431067876846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4715379431067876846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/4715379431067876846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-is-best.html' title='Who is the best?'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R6prLgRcuDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NK0X4YvMkJo/s72-c/walker_texas_ranger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3136421413656293798</id><published>2008-02-04T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:25:41.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay at Home Dad Day</title><content type='html'>As most everyone knows I have aspirations to one day become a stay at home parent.  It's not that I'm lazy, it's just that I'm not a big fan of working.  If I could get paid to do some "freelance consulting" I'd be all for.  I don't realistically think I'll ever get to stay at home, however it's a nice dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took advantage of my actual day off.  So I stayed home most of the day with the cat.  Was I productive - absolutely not.  I caught up on sleep, ran six miles, and watched a lot of sydicated sitcoms.  Sadly, I got bored, but it was way better than dealing with rednecks on the phone all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm alone because Jen is taking a painting class.  My friend Jonathan is going to come over and we're gonna play some guitar.  That should be interesting considering I haven't played mine in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this blog has basically been uninformative and unentertaining. In other news we are pretty sure that Lola ate Frank.  What kind of sick cannibalistic fish it's her boyfriend.  Oh well, mark a trip to the walmart aquarium on my calendar this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3136421413656293798?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3136421413656293798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3136421413656293798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3136421413656293798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3136421413656293798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/02/stay-at-home-dad-day.html' title='Stay at Home Dad Day'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-9200816367753029658</id><published>2008-02-03T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:16:58.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad cat, good mexican, and rainy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Emma went to the vet to have her stitches removed on Friday. Upon her visit the veterenarian realized that they discovered she had an infected paw. They had to put a small cast on it to keep it from getting further infected. However, to keep her from biting at the cast, she has to wear a large cone arond her neck. Her are some pictures so you can feel sorry for her like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R6Y6_wRcuBI/AAAAAAAAABo/I9Gu5Y0BEno/s1600-h/Emma+sick+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162878889791109138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R6Y6_wRcuBI/AAAAAAAAABo/I9Gu5Y0BEno/s200/Emma+sick+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R6Y7UQRcuCI/AAAAAAAAABw/KXyocKcKK8w/s1600-h/Emma+sick+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162879241978427426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R6Y7UQRcuCI/AAAAAAAAABw/KXyocKcKK8w/s200/Emma+sick+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news we ate this awesome new Mexican restaraunt last night. It was called Pablo's and it's just down the street. It was some of the best authentic Mexican food I have ever had. As an added bonus they had a huge flatscreen with the Tennessee basketball game on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rainy Sunday, which means a lazy day at the apartment. We got up this morning and visited a new Methodist church. The music wasn't great, the preaching was a little dry, however we met a really nice old man. He actually took the time to walk us to the part of the church where the particular service we were attending were being held.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-9200816367753029658?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/9200816367753029658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=9200816367753029658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/9200816367753029658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/9200816367753029658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/02/sad-cat-good-mexican-and-rainy-sunday.html' title='sad cat, good mexican, and rainy Sunday'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R6Y6_wRcuBI/AAAAAAAAABo/I9Gu5Y0BEno/s72-c/Emma+sick+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-6800774068655604793</id><published>2008-01-30T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:38:21.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery of Frank</title><content type='html'>At some point this afternoon Frank Fish Brooks dissappeared.  He was last spotted in his tank around 1pm this afternoon.  The whereabouts of Frank are still inconclusive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank was a good fish.  He swam in his tank with his pseudo girlfriend Lola.  Frank was rescued from Wal-Mart in July of 2007.  He was constantly tormented by the pink neon fish Lola.  Lola would chase Frank and bite at his fins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are multiple suspects in the disappearance of Frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Emma - Emma Feline Brooks had been looking with sneaky eyes at our fish tank.  She has been caught with her paws in the tank.  At one point, we have seen her attempt to drink the water.  Her breath smells of an unpleasant tuna type odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Lola - Lola has lived with Frank for the last seven months.  She's been chasing and tormenting him.  Today Frank was spotted trapped under the water filter.  Could this have been a murder attempt.  Lola's belly is larger looking than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evidence is inconclusive at this point, but as more facts develop in this case I will keep everyone posted.  However, one thing is for certain:  Frank is missing and we will not rest until he is put to rest.  No fish should die without a proper burial at sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-6800774068655604793?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6800774068655604793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=6800774068655604793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6800774068655604793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6800774068655604793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/01/mystery-of-frank.html' title='Mystery of Frank'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3972188967293237527</id><published>2008-01-27T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:11:55.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>Jen and our neighbor Jen took advantage of the free personal trainer service offered at our apartment's gym.  The girls went through 40 minutes of different exercises, only to come home and barely be able to walk up stairs.  The have signed up for this abuse, indefinitely, twice a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found their pain and lack of climbing mobility mildly entertaining, until today.  Today Nathan (Jen's husband) and I went for a five mile run.  Unfortunately, now my right quad feels like hers and I too am struggling.  I guess that's the price of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had our game night with a few friends.  We played a dvd game called shout about movies/music.  It was really cool, and the dvd kept score for you.  We played guys versus girls and it was pretty much a testosterone massacre.  I guess guys are better with the useless knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we attempted to go to a large Methodist church but got lost on our way.  We ended up going to a church we had visited before.  We got there 15 minutes late and left about 10 minutes early.  We stayed for an hour and 10 minutes.  If you can do the math, you can realize while we weren't there the whole time.  Next week, it's attempt number two for the Methodist church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it's back to work after an abbreviated weekend.  I have a feeling I'm going to stop volunteering for extra days the warmer it gets.  I'm ready to get in some frisbee golf, hiking, bicycling, and pool lounging as the spring draws near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3972188967293237527?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3972188967293237527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3972188967293237527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3972188967293237527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3972188967293237527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/01/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-2845038452465471413</id><published>2008-01-26T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:56:11.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Time</title><content type='html'>We've made it through another week and now it's finally time for the weekend.  Emma is back home and recovering from her surgery.  She's been lying around on the electric blanket a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we watched Good Luck Chuck, or at least most of it with the neighbors.  We then turned on Gladiotor, which is truly one of the great American films.  No better way to start off your weekend than with some killin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we're having a few people over to play games.  Nothing too exciting, but having some pasta and games.  Should be pretty fun.  Not sure what we'll be playing, but I don't think it will be Porno Password, suggested by Ryan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back and got my hair fixed on Thursday by a different stylist.  She evened it up and everything is back in place.  I saw the girl who cut it the day before.  It was kind of like when you see someone you just broke up with and don't know what to say to them.  So, I did what anyone in my position would do.  I didn't say anything, pretended like I didn't see her, and sat in the waiting chairs texting and not making eye contact.  It's so great to be an adult like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-2845038452465471413?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2845038452465471413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=2845038452465471413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2845038452465471413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/2845038452465471413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/01/game-time.html' title='Game Time'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-1950634635013226892</id><published>2008-01-24T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:48:33.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Head</title><content type='html'>There are a few things in life I don't like doing for whatever reason or another. I don't like going to the dentist because of the sounds, and I don't like getting my hair cut. I don't know why, but since I was about 12 I have never been thrilled about having to get my hair cut. However, yesterday reaffirmed my despise of the hair salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go in to that story, let me give you a brief hair timeline of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 3 - 10 - Hair parted to the side, very little bangs, classic little boy hair cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 11-14 - Bowl cut, or some variation of it. yes I was a tragic victim to this hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 15 - 16 - Long shaggy hair - known to some as "frat hair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 16 - 20 - The front spike/messed up look. Lots of product was consumed in those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 21 -22 - Got hair cut short, almost a shaggy buzz cut and then revisited the spike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 22 - Got hair cut short in May, did not get another hair cut until December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 22-24 - Have had different variations between the "frat hair" and your normal parted cut with front bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my hair history. Yesterday, I walk in the salon, to a stylist that has cut Jen's hair but not mine. I tell her "I want it cut shorter, and I want a new style." Keep in mind hairdresser is slightly "punk rock" looking in appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked if I want it spiked - "no, been there done that, I say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then proceeds to cut and cut and thin and cut and cut. Three inches was cut off plus not to mention how much she thinned it out. I'm okay with all of this it was kind of bushy looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I'm thinking I'm gonna have a great new hairstyle. So then the cutting subsides and the product comes off the shelf. Some sort of spray wax. I'm no stranger to hair product so this was not an issue for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She proceeds to do something to my hair that I still don't know what happened. Messing and molding and smooshing my bangs flat against my forehead in some look that insighted I must have tattoos and scars. Basically, not the look I generally portray in my boat shoes and polo shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go home thinking I can wash this junk out of my hair and fix it. I wash out most (not all) of this wax stuff and my hair is just funny looking. Uneven and jagged. I realize I'm a victim of salon sheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself maybe this will be better in the morning. This morning I thoroughly shampoo and attempt to style my hair. Once again I still feel remnants of the spray wax. I look up close in the mirror. The left side of my bans are 3 inches longer than the right side. So I go to sweep my hair over to the side as normal, and find that I have lop-sided bangs. Not just a little, but there is no fixing this. I'm obviously not going to style my hair like she had it for work, so I bust out some product and do the best I can. Needless to say, I'm still not thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back tonight to a different stylist to get things evened out. What is bad is the girl that cut my hair was super nice. I hope she isn't there because I don't want to hurt her feelings, but I was on the verge of shaving my head. Hopefully I can get the situation taken care of and resolved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-1950634635013226892?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/1950634635013226892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=1950634635013226892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/1950634635013226892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/1950634635013226892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/01/bed-head.html' title='Bed Head'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3659927780480042892</id><published>2008-01-23T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:39:33.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminal Part 2</title><content type='html'>This morning after getting ready for work curiosity got the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, what if they are going to arrest me? The post card I received stated that they would be coming to your home, office, or wherever they could find you and taking you off to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type of person who would do well in prison. I don't eat after people, I don't like shared spaces, I'm not much on a uniform, and I'm certainly not up for any of the number of things I've heard go on behind bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I decide to call and get to the bottom of this dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call the Austin County municipal court and find out that the post-card is not a hoax and is very real. They ask me the name on the card and they ask me my birthday. After what seemed like an eternity of being on hold I was informed that I infact was not the criminal they were searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently someone in their office found my address and mailed the post-card assuming there is only one Steven Brooks in US. They proceeded to ask if I knew this person and I stated that I did not know him, nor had he ever lived here. Finally, after re-confirming I would not be sent to prison, they told me I could disregard the orange post-card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh of relief came over me, despite the fact that I didn't do anything in the first place. So I can rest at ease in my home and not behind those iron bars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3659927780480042892?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3659927780480042892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3659927780480042892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3659927780480042892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3659927780480042892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/01/criminal-part-2.html' title='Criminal Part 2'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3710662920016752207</id><published>2008-01-22T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:52:31.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I'm a criminal</title><content type='html'>I was going to blog on the importance of the Karate Kid to the American society and how it is truly a classic film.  However, a change of events this afternoon have post-poned (not canceled, Ryan) my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I came home and me and Jen got ready to go to the gym.  I ran down to the mailbox to check our mail before we went.  The usual stuff, a couple bills, wedding invitation, junk, and this mysterious orange postcard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are thinking, a postcard, must be junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this particular postcard addressed to Steven Lee Brooks (not my middle name) was to inform me their was a warrant out for my arrest.  Yes, I'm wanting in 10 counties in Texas and they will not rest until I am apprehended.  This is part of their warrant round-up program.  Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at what's wrong with this picture.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I've never been to Texas.  I kind of wanted to visit two of my friends that live there, but apparently that would not be safe for my well-being at this time&lt;br /&gt;2.  I've not committed any crimes.  I'm not a criminal, maybe a speeder, but definitely not a hardened criminal with reason for my arrest. &lt;br /&gt;3.  Has anyone ever heard of a constable?  Because this notice was sent from a constable in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it looks like a scam, because they don't have my name right and they will only accept payments by form of credit card.  I plan on calling tomorrow and seeing if this is even a real place.  So, as the old saying goes, Don't Mess with Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, our cat is getting spade and de-clawed on Wednesday, so we would appreciate it if everyone would keep her in their thoughts and prayers.  Or to tell her in person you can find her on catbook - 2nd cousin to facebook.&lt;br /&gt;df&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3710662920016752207?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3710662920016752207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3710662920016752207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3710662920016752207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3710662920016752207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/01/apparently-im-criminal.html' title='Apparently I&apos;m a criminal'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-5061481573874710779</id><published>2008-01-17T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:13:16.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s so great about Knoxville?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R4_SCNml1xI/AAAAAAAAABg/EvzEXzxgoiw/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156571033815602962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R4_SCNml1xI/AAAAAAAAABg/EvzEXzxgoiw/s320/pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have met lots of people down here, and people from Alabama truly love Alabama. When we tell them that we plan on returning to Knoxville in a few years, we always get asked the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s so great about Knoxville?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that it is our hometown, where our childhood friends and our families live, I have composed a list of what is so great about Knoxville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. The University of Tennessee sports programs&lt;br /&gt;2. The “old city” – in particular my favorite spot is Barleys Pizza&lt;br /&gt;3. Fountain city duck pond&lt;br /&gt;4. The Tennessee Theatre&lt;br /&gt;5. Great Smoky Mountains National Park is 45 minutes away&lt;br /&gt;6. Dollywood – oddly this really is a great attraction&lt;br /&gt;7. Littons – famous burger place across from duck pond. Featured on ESPN&lt;br /&gt;8. Victor Ashe Park – 18 holes of disc golf&lt;br /&gt;9. Knoxville Golf Course – where else can you play nine holes for $8&lt;br /&gt;10. Third Creek Greenway – the best trail in the city with great views of the TN river&lt;br /&gt;11. Loui’s – family owned Italian restaurant&lt;br /&gt;12. World’s Fair Site – The golden ball is a landmark in the quaint city&lt;br /&gt;13. Market Square – free concerts, good atmosphere, and ice skating at Christmas&lt;br /&gt;14. Calhoun’s on the river– Ask anyone from Tennessee about Calhouns bar b que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-5061481573874710779?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5061481573874710779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=5061481573874710779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5061481573874710779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/5061481573874710779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-so-great-about-knoxville.html' title='What’s so great about Knoxville?'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R4_SCNml1xI/AAAAAAAAABg/EvzEXzxgoiw/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-6314266805656798617</id><published>2008-01-16T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:45:31.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been one of those days.  For the first time since we have lived here they have mentioned snow and Alabama in the same sentence.  Generally, that means schools will be closing down, Lowe's has run out of battery operated space heaters, and the closest loaf of bread or gallon of milk is somewhere in Ohio.  It's a nasty dreary day, cold sleeting and rather unpleasant to be outside looking at trucks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of trucks, apparently I've caused some sort of managerial problem at my office.  I declined to work a certain day and the chain of events after created teleconferences and meetings.  And one certain employee (we'll call him Napoleon to protect his identity) will hopefully be getting a lesson on communication in the work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week should go by pretty quick.  Tonight another hillarious episode of American Idol and Friday we get to eat dinner with Kendall in lovely Cullman, Alabama.  Same place I got my speeding ticket.  Then Saturday it's back to Knoxville for the weekend and a slight chance at seeing some snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-6314266805656798617?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6314266805656798617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=6314266805656798617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6314266805656798617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/6314266805656798617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/01/wednesday-ramblings.html' title='Wednesday Ramblings'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215646476401730079.post-3957146801147057305</id><published>2008-01-15T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:34:50.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Tonight was the monthly staff meeting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meetings at my work usually discuss the same topic each month, in new hopes of finding a way to make money.  We go around the room in a round table discussion and throw out lots of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;The advantage to the  meeting is that we get to leave work an hour early and we have the option to eat dinner afterwards on the company.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tonight’s dining selection was Chuck E Cheese.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll refrain from my comments on that and let you read Laura’s blog at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="WMLink47901922" href="https://webmail.utk.edu/redirect?http://www.xanga.com/lauraannc"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;www.xanga.com/lauraannc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So what is a meeting really;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a friendly environment for ideas to be shared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Instructive criticisim on how to operate more efficiently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or  is it simply a way to appear to be doing more than we actually are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How often to ideas get implemented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In any company, there are the visionaries and the laborers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Somewhere between vision and end product, there is a gap in what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I find that meetings hold employees capture for an hour and a half after work.  At the conclusion you are back where you started and wondering what just happened.  The best in when people have meetings to plan meetings.  My last job was classic for this.  Anyways, I spent my evening with co-workers before coming home to American Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215646476401730079-3957146801147057305?l=justatireswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3957146801147057305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215646476401730079&amp;postID=3957146801147057305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3957146801147057305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215646476401730079/posts/default/3957146801147057305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justatireswing.blogspot.com/2008/01/define-meeting.html' title='Define Meeting'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10381582627966496101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6yhMSMFs_so/R3xOddml1tI/AAAAAAAAABA/KAtv8DS6JgM/S220/random+fall+020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
