It is very bad to steal Jobu's rum

The movie of my youth is on TV (or at least one of them): Major League. I swear I must have seen this more times than I comfortable sharing. Think about it, the movie is about baseball and as a nine year old kid when this was releasesd baseball was important to me. The best part though is all the swearing in the movie. As a kid I had never heard so much cursing...and it was cool. The ironic thing is that the TV version cuts out the swearing. I can live without the swearing because the awkward editing is hilarious in itself. Then extra humor is thrown into the fact that the film is full of hideous 80's fashion and thinking about where the career about some of the actors has gone.
Sarah and I are getting ready to head home to Richlands on Sunday. So we have had a thrilling Friday evening full of doing laundry and cleaning before we leave. We feel a little bad about leaving the cats for so long, then we realize that they are cats and don't really give a rip about us. If they could feed, water, and clean up after themselves we would be obsolete. They keep us around for those reasons and the attention when they want it, beyond that, we are just living in their apartment ruining their fun.
Going to the 'Lands will be great. The food is always delectable and her aunt and uncle live on a golf course. What else could a guy ask for? Her family is something else. My family, even if you include my step-dads family is all of eight people. In Richlands, there are eight people on a slow day at Grandma Catherine's house. The Barbee/Jones clan is massive and that is kind of cool for someone from a small family.
I think we are now going to warm up for a week of killing all the working out we have done over the past month by hitting up Dairy Queen. The new blizzard looks delicious on TV. I'll let you know how it is later.

Summer is the coolest!

I probably shouldn't even be telling you this, however, I will let you in on a secret. Lean in close, I want to make sure that nobody else hears, after all, I do not want to get into trouble. Conventional wisdom is that kids look forward to summer vacation more than anybody else. This is not true. In reality, teachers look forward to summer way more than the kids. At least this teacher does.
This morning I slept in. It is a treat that teachers dream about during the school year and when it comes, just pure magic. My morning had no required schedule, again, a nice departure from the bells every 95 minutes during the school year. While the point seems obvious I repeat: "Summer is the coolest!"
This summer has been uncharacteristically productive. For example, Sarah and I volunteered to drive a Meals on Wheels route near Birmingham-Southern College. Today was the second time we have driven the route and it is surprisingly rewarding. We serve about 16 meals to 12 homes. The route from start to finish is 7 miles and takes about an hour. The funny/sad thing is that the route could take longer since some of the folks are so personable and chatty. I could sit there and talk with some of the folks for awhile because they are so funny. However, for some folks you get the vibe they are so talkative because they get so little attention and interaction. That is the sad part of it all. If there is such a program in your area I stronlgly suggest looking into being a part of it.
The rest of my day was packed full of doing whatever I pleased. After all, it is the summer. Doing whatever I pleased consisted of the following activities: tutoring at the high school for the high school exit exam, grocery shopping, playing with the cats, and putting off going to the gym. I told you I would update in an attempt to avoid doing something productive. Since the biggest responsibility I am dodging is working out I will say it again...summer is awesome.

And we're blogging

This is a momentous day. I am now a blogger. The internet is great, it gives anybody with the ability to type a forum to prattle on about things only the poster finds important...sweet. Today is the NBA Draft and it is always a day that is disappointing for me. First of all, during last year's draft I was in a suite at the Venetian in Las Vegas. This year, I was watching it in my apartment. While my apartment is nice, it is a far cry from the Venetian suite that provided turndown service and free chocolates. There are only a few things that can take the sting off of getting your butt handed to you in a casino, chocolate on your pillow when you return to your room is one of them. Secondly, it reminds me that I have little to no athletic talent. Thanks mom. Thanks dad.
By the way, I am unbelievably impressed by the donation by Warren Buffet. When I first read about it online the link read: "Buffet donates $37 billion." I had no idea the Parrothead Nation was so good to Jimmy Buffet. Then I had to be educated by Sarah when she informed me there was a multi-gazillionaire named Warren Buffet doing some good. He went so far as to say that while his kids are still inheriting quite a bit that nobody should inherit status based upon the womb they came from. I absolutely agree, yet, my opinion would be different if my family was loaded. But alas, we are not. Thanks mom. Thanks dad.
Stay tuned, I will be updating my blog on a daily basis, no maybe a regular basis, oh who am I kidding, I will update my blog when I am looking to avoid work and responsibilities. You be good.