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Monday, December 04, 2006

Decisions



That is a picture of the scales of justice. After trials, when the jury still hasn't reached a decision and everyone is limbo the judge will sometimes ask the accused and the plaintiff to each sit on one side of the scale of justice. The side that dangles lower wins and the person(s) on the other side are executed in a public square. It seems crude, but it's worked in this country for centuries.

Unfortunately for most of, we don't have access to the scales of justice, at least not a scale big enough to way some of our decisions we are forced to make in life. And even if we did, would we really want to publically execute the losing option? And just how do you execute the choice of pizza for supper after opting to go with Abner's? See, predicaments.

I've always been told that when you are young, there's really no wrong choice. One may be more right than the other, but we learn and grow from our mistakes...allegedly. Now, those of us that don't have to wear a permanent bib and who's foreheads aren't enlarged know this isn't true. One choice is usually right, and one is wrong. But, how do you decide? What is weighted higher...happiness or money, quick career advancement or good comfortable environment, peanut butter or jelly? Choices.

I am faced with several choices right now in my life that deal with all of these, especially whether I want peanut butter or jelly. The point is, it's hard to choose things in life that when weighed out on the scales of justice would come up almost equal. Some of have their good, and some have their bad. How do you decide? It's your life, so do you really want to let it ride on "eeny meeny miney mo" or a coin flip? I guess it all depends.

So, y'all say a little prayer for baby Nathan that he makes the right decisions.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Horsing Around

You all remember my heart warming story about the horse named Barbaro from just a few months ago. For those of you that don't know the emotionally gripping story, I'll break it down for you. Barbaro was your Kentucky Derby winner. He dominated the field, and buried his competition. (Not literally, because just as Mr. Jinx, he lacked the opposable thumbs to actually bury someone) He proved to the world that he was a horse to be feared and would won day live in infamy. Some thought Barbaro was the answer to the U.S. struggles in Iraq. Some thought he could cure cancer. Barbaro was hung like a horse, and not just because he was one either. But then, Barbaro's world came crashing down like his morning oats.

As Barbaro looked to defend his Kentucky Derby victory and saught to obtain the allusive "Triple Crown," he shattered his off-hind (horse talk) leg during the Preakness. The injury was horrific, and America gasped. Had a hero fallen? What would happen to the war on terror, the economy, the (gulp) world? No one had answers, heads were exploding. As NATO scrambled forces and Jesus thought about whether now was the appropriate time to return or not, one man came to the forefront to save man and horsekind...



His name is Dean Richardson and he saved the universe. Not only did he save Barbaro and the universe, but he has also been nominated as one of the candidates for Sports Illustrated's Sportsmen of the Year. Richardson and his crack staff of doctors operated on Barbaro shortly after the horrific injury. With little time to save the horses life and get the Earth back within is normal rotation, Richardson inserted 27 screws and a 16-hole titanium plate in the leg to stabilize the bones and the U.S. stock market. Dean Richardson, hero? Yes, I think so, and so did America. Day after day and week after week people sent letters to not only Richardson, who could read, but to Barbaro, who could read and write!! As Barbaro sat suspended in a sling that dipped him in water so he could keep his legs loose and his nuts withered, he read letter after letter from boys, girls, and animals alike. This new stardom was nothing new to Barbaro, after all he had parted the Red Sea and rolled the boulder away from Christ's tomb, but that's not to say it didn't affect him.

When word broke that the neighboring female horses were talking to Barbaro without much reaction from him America gasped and wondered whether or not Barbaro would ever procreate again. It didn't take long for each of us to rest assured. After a "session" with Richardson, Barbaro was back to his old self. He began spitting mad game to the females...literally!! Soon after spitting game he was seen mounting one horse after another, ironically in a position still called "doggystyle." Some human female fans such as Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan were even mounted. It's rumored, but not confirmed that K-Fed even showed some infedility to his wife with Barbaro and was inspired to write his hit single "Papazao," after one such encounter.

To sum it up, thank you Dean Richardson. Whether you know it or not, you gave humanity at least another few years. Without you, global warming would definitely have overtaken us by now. For you see Dick, you don't mind if I call you Dick do you Dean? Barbaro's manure has radioactive chemicals that emit a cloud of protection keeping out the suns harmful rays, thereby cooling Earth. It's said that when Barbaro was constipated for a week, the Earth warmed, and the core of Earth became unstable creating an earthquake off the coast of Thailand, which eventually led to the deadly tsunami. Clearly Barbaro is the shit, or his shit is the shit, however you want to look at it.

Dean Richardson, Dick...thank you from all of us.

The Weekend Rap-Up



Since I'm such a mad balla (notice how I didn't end it with an "er") I'm going to begin a new little GoodBetterBest series entitled "The Weekend Rap-Up" (again notice the play on spelling in the word rap) That's real wit kids.

In the Weekend Rap-Up you can pretty much guess what'll I be doing...wrapping up the weekend for you in rap format. I've been known to put together some "hot 16's" in my time.

I'll give you a brief example as I recap Monday thru Friday for you:

Uhhh, I said uhhh turn my headphones up...here we go
Uhhh, turn em' up I can't hear shit out my left headphone
Let's get it
It's like this
Nahh for real the left headphone dog, turn that shit up
check it
uhhhhhhhhhhhh
too much trebile in this left headphone, seriously turn it them shits up


Now you didn't think I was going to give a real preview and spoil the initial showing did you? I'm a marketing major, I'm way too smart for that. Tune in Sunday night for the showcase.