tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146672262011-04-21T20:14:29.228-04:00rekkidbrakahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614376904992515914noreply@blogger.comBlogger2171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14667226.post-30479075294737931592008-09-24T19:04:00.003-04:002008-09-24T19:19:09.895-04:00

My neighbor kid, Lance, is 13. He's a thoughtful kid, bright and friendly. He's in seventh grade and it's clear, from our intermittent chats outside over the fence that separates our yards, that he gives real consideration to the things he's interested in and I really respect that about him.Lance is in band and was telling me that this year he's moved on from saxophone, which he played in 6th

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For the past month, I've gone swimming nearly every weekend and, lately, on weekdays when I get off from work. I'm doing it because the truth is that I have nothing else going on, no other way to fill my afternoons, so I may as well go to the pool at the park. Nobody knows me there - not really - and for a couple of hours each day I can find a way to enjoy the intruding solitude and quiet that is

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Technically, summer doesn't start until June 21 but in my world it's officially summertime once the first flying insect invades the inner sanctum of my home. Wasps, bees, hornets -- they all have a place in nature but not in my guest bedroom. Got wings, stingers and flit or buzz about? Forget lunch. We're doing battle. When my father was alive, the unsavory task of killing icky things in our

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Yesterday it hit me just how old I really am now. When I seriously considered calling 911 on the guy in the park who was tooling around on his dirtbike, giving rides to little kids, I knew I was a card-carrying member of the Old, In The Way And No Fun No More club. To be fair, the law was totally on my side. He was breaking a slew of rules. First, there's a big yellow sign at all four park

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My favorite little pizza joint closed, quietly and unceremoniously, after 15 years. They made the best pizza around this area, the finest salads, desserts, pastas, etc., and were friendly to everyone who walked in the door.I miss my friends.

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I found out today that a distant cousin's eight-year-old son died this week. "He got hung up in his treehouse." That's the cause of death, I was told.It's not the way childhood should end.

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Standing in line at the Post Office Sunday*, I noticed the lady in front of me continually turning to look behind us at the doors. At first I reckoned she was, like everyone else, glancing back to see how long the line - which stretched past the entrance - was getting. But she kept turning every minute or so, like clockwork, her brow knitted. She was sending a brightly-colored box, the "From"

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If you weren't already suspecting it, I'll put it out there for public consumption now.I'm conservative. I vote Republican. That doesn't mean I blindly agree with all right side of the aisle issues and thoughts, though. I think for myself on issues. I believe what I believe. Most of my friends are liberal folks who vote Democrat and disagree with me on many issues. Hey, it's all good.I think

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Ed from the Sports copy desk died this week. Another guy ran a red light and slammed into Ed's car. That was that -- the end of a life.Our newspaper offered buyouts to a number of newsroom employees last summer and Ed was among the group who left. He enjoyed six months of retirement before he died at 3 p.m. on a busy stretch of suburban Atlanta road. He was in his early 60s but didn't look it. Ed

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This is the second straight Saturday I've been lucky enough to meet my friend Deanna and her sweet dog Roxy for a Piedmont Park playdate. It's great to get out of my house, on one hand, just for a little break. Because I need the time off, no matter how short it is. One thing that I can't help thinking, whenever I'm walking through the park, is that I'm not doing anything all that special.

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Yesterday I spent a couple of hours raking the front yard. It felt good doing honest work outside. The air was crisp and I wanted to be out of the house, just for a short while. Most of the time, my weekends aren't my own. But this -- raking leaves, of all things -- was my choice. I wasn't told to do it. It wasn't pushed on me. It was relaxing, sort of like dancing in its own way with a silent,

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No, I haven't forgotten this blog. Or the two folks who read it. (Hey y'all.) I've been crazy busy with work, Mama, etc. It never ends.Just a quick note to promise this: I'll try blogging here more often because I miss writing down all my nothingness.I hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving. I'm thankful for just being here a day at a time, doing the best I can.

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First things first: Why I've been away for two months, just about.My mom had emergency surgery July 12 to remove a small intestinal blockage (a bezoar -- Google that, y'all) and that turned out fine. No issues, really. But she's still in rehab (please, no Amy Winehouse jokes) to get strong enough to come home. Once she does come home, she'll require some sort of care during the day when I'm

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This, from my first-ever blog, written in summer 2001:I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my lifeToday at 2:20 p.m. EST, I am doing a "Three Questions With Dido" phone-in interview with Her Didoness. Yep. She of "Here With Me" and "Thank You" pop-lite Top 40 singles hits and Eminem samples. My co-workers think this is a great development in my "career" and that I should be happy.

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My friend D. is e-dating. Sort of. Well, the process of finding e-love and e-happiness with her e-soulmate has begun, anyway. She signed up for the most recent eHarmony.com "Free Communication Weekend" promotion and now she can't beat the e-boys off with a virtual stick. Since submitting her personality profile, D. is like the prom queen of eHarmony High. Swarthy e-dudes looking for That Special

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At 5:30 a.m. today I woke myself up when I yelled out "IT'S BECAUSE HE ASKED, SO SHUT UP!"I'd pointed out two girls who'd ripped off our teacher's 1940s-era radio microphone as he'd been giving us details for a really important upcoming test. He'd already been interrupted numerous times and finally, when the mike was nicked, he said "OK, WHO took the mike?" The girls were putting the earpods of

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Janna's back!

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Vanessa's Daddy passed away Monday after fighting emphysema and pneumonia. Her Mommy passed on last year at this time, June 2 to be exact. When I talked to Vanessa this morning, I told her how sorry I was but that now Daddy and Mommy were together again. She agreed. Daddy was a Lieutenant Colonel in the Army for almost 30 years. Like my own daddy, he was a career military man who wore the uniform

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To all our servicemen and women, past and present, and their families: Thank you for your courage, honor, dignity and sacrifice. We appreciate and love you. We do.All the best to you this Memorial Day.

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People have been asking themselves why we are here long before I was born. But shouldn't the question really be "Does it even matter?"

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This week, I just don't like people. Next week it could be okay again but this week, no.

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One of my former bosses had it right on: If you want something done, and done right, you don't ask for help. You do it yourself. You count on you because you know that when it comes right down to it, you can depend on yourself. You can never really know that other people are going to come through in the clutch, even if you thought they were the type.She did tell me that I was the exception to her

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All I've really wanted to do each day when I got home from work this week is go to my room, lie down on my bed and be as alone as I feel.

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While the job I have now is the best "professional" job I've ever had (not to mention the only "professional" job I've ever had), the single BEST job I've had was working as the assistant manager at the Turtle's Records & Tapes three miles from my house. If you grew up in ATL, you remember Turtle's. That hippy-dippy logo lettering? Those funky, shiny, heavy fake gold-looking gift coins emblazoned

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Tomorrow I have a job interview.For my own job.It's complicated. Kind of stupid. But mostly complicated. I won't bore you with the specifics.I hope I get my job.

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Here's the thing about depression: It's an illness. It's chronic, like arthritis, and some days you feel it worse than other days. And it just comes up on you. You don't know when it's going to happen but you know it will come on and it will stay with you and make you feel strange or sad or in a small funk. For me, it's usually all of the three at once.It's like that this week and I don't know

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My kitchen cabinets fell out of the ceiling this morning. They broke away from the back wall. It's a nightmare.Since this domestic horror started around 9 a.m. with a shuddering THWOMMMP that had me asking "Hey, what fell?" I've had to take a day off from work that I couldn't really afford to take. And I've been bagging and trashing junk -- I mean, flat-out junk -- that migrated with us during

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What is it about this particular week in April that spurs such violence here in the U.S.? Each year I feel a sense of trepidation when the third week of April -- any time from around April 15-21 -- rolls around. And here's why:April 19, 1993 -- Waco, Texas: Members of Branch Davidians religious sect, led by David Koresh, commit suicide after 51-day siege.April 19, 1995 -- Oklahoma City: Truck

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Silent and grey, today is. And so am I.

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Getting back out on the track this morning felt fantastic. It's been over a month and a half since I've NOT been hacking up the odd lung or have been hooked up to an IV in the emergency room and, therefore, able to walk and/or jog like normal. The bad news? July 4 is the Peachtree Road Race. Not much time left to train. I've never started my training this late in the year and I feel so far behind

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"What's up with your shirt?"Two people asked me this today, in various ways phrased nothing like the above, and I'm not sure why. The shirt in question is a dark chocolate brown long-sleeved tee with a single electric blue star on the chest. In the star, the words "decatur girl" peep out in brown and under the star is the motto "i know hardware," also in electric blue. Cute. It's cute. Maybe it's

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Today I went to work, worked, drove home and am now getting ready to go to bed so that tomorrow I can do it all again. I didn't cough, though. And my stomach flu appears to be gone.Paul Westerberg sings "A good day is any day that you're alive." I'd like to add that it's nice, however, when you have a day that doesn't include illness after you've been sick for a long, long time.

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My bronchitis is gone. It's been replaced by a horrible stomach flu that landed me in the ER for seven hours this past Wednesday when I passed out at my house from dehydration.When does this stop? All I want is to be well again.

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Tomorrow will be March 20. It will also officially be the 18th day I've had this cough that will not go away. No matter what medicines I take or how many doctors I visit, this cough lives, rumbling, in my chest. The truth now is that I don't know what's wrong with me or when this will end or why it won't end. I'm scared. But more than that, really, I'm depressed. I'm tired of feeling this way.

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Today marks the ninth day I've been sick with a terrible cough that will not go away. Lesser medications proved no match for this mystery disease. Now my fate rests with Levaquin 750 mg. I hope I live.

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I'm seriously thinking of buying a Kawasaki motorcycle. Seriously.

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Because this was so funny the first time I read it, I had to share. It's from Janna's old blog, the super-fab Otter Green:Tuesday, July 12, 2005Helmet darling.Why the hell would you name your kid Casco? It means helmet. Jeez.Hee. Man, it just never gets old. Janna rules.

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I take care of my mom. She'll be 79 in April.Who will take care of me when I turn 79?

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My colleague was frustrated yesterday while waiting on an article to print. Our work printers are sketchy and he was ready to take a short break but the printer wasn't having it. "All I wanted to do was take a walk," he said dejectedly as we performed "open this/close that/fix paper jam" emergency surgery on this expensive piece of technological wizardry.When I was a schoolkid - at all grade

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Across the way is the neighborhood where the school bus used to drop off the boys who used to sometimes come across our way to play tackle football - neighborhood against neighborhood, they'd say, although none of us actually knew our subdivisions' real names.And in that neighborhood across the way, I used to get in part of a regular good two-mile walk on a route that started at my house, looped

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I'm re-reading Nick Hornby's "Songbook," a fabulous little tribute to those songs he particularly loves. You know Hornby. He's the brilliant British brain behind "About A Boy" and "High Fidelity." OK, so *now* you know him. As Janna would say, "Well, then.""Songbook" isn't just a love paean to Hornby's fave tunes; in the text, he pulls a full-on music geekout and delves deeply into *why* the

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Publix, you're disappointing me. While doing the weekly shopping (which I hate) yesterday, I looked forward to enjoying the incredibly hip Muzak you pipe in (which I love). You've introduced me to new songs that have become guilty pleasures ("Irresistible" by The Corrs; so shamefully catchy that I joined the girl at the deli, singing along) and you've brought me back to old, seemingly forgotten

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There was a time when I must have seemed like a freak to other people, back when I walked four miles a day, seven days a week. Posting 28 miles a week? Totally normal to me. Back in 2003. And even then, I felt so out of shape - like I could be doing more. Obviously, if I was capable of getting in 28 miles then why couldn't I do an extra 2.5 miles every couple of days? After all, 6.5 miles is the

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He's the Hardest Working Man in Heaven now.R.I.P. James Brown.

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So I'm standing there, six classic Blue Note jazz albums (CDs, I mean) in my hand, when he speaks to me."Hey, do you listen to jazz?"Obviously. Since I'm standing there, six classic Blue Note jazz albums (CDs, I mean) in my hand, when he speaks to me. I politely say that I do. He asks me if I've ever heard of Boney James. I say yes, although I'm thinking to myself that Boney James isn't one of "

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local something Originally uploaded by turbohamster. Today is one of those days when I really miss working at the record store. This photo reminds me of the good times.

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Today it's 67 degrees here in Atlanta. And tomorrow it's December. What happened to autumn?

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"Don't know how else to say itI don't want to see my parents goOne generation's length awayFrom fighting life out on my own"-- John Mayer

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November gets me buying jazz again.

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Halloween is Tuesday and I have yet to buy any candy to placate the marauding hordes of teens who scoff at the age-old tradition of just walking around the neighborhood, politely ringing doorbells at homes with welcoming Jack-O-Lanterns alight out front, saying "Trick Or Treat!" before being given a piece of candy and making their way to the next house.Nowadays, vans of teens roll up from 'hoods

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R.I.P. Cory Lidle

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This is why I love baseball.

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When you're a kid and you get really sick, there are only a few big things to worry about: going to the doctor, maybe getting a shot or some icky meds to take, missing school - which isn't so bad until you have to make up all that homework - that's about it. Mom and Dad take care of the bringing you soup and meds. But when you're grown and you get really sick, you have to go to the doctor, maybe

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"Continuum" oozes soul.

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Five years after September 11, the newsroom today is hauntingly quiet. Five years ago, it was chaos in here. It's five years later. It's September 11, 2006. Remember.

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"Girl, you are SO Southern," Mia said to me when I visited her in NYC back in July. I'd put my handbag outside the restroom stall at Yankee Stadium - like, just for maybe a minute - while handling personal affairs. I usually do this, hurriedly wash up, then retrieve my bag and head out. Mia watched me engage in this wee ritual, shaking her head."What?" I asked. I really didn't see what the big

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Janna is France-bound today. Rennes better be nice to our favorite Otter.

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Why can I not motivate myself to set foot on the track - the track where I enjoy walking, the track where I've walked, jogged and felt like dropping dead on a regular basis for well over 11 years now?I miss the track, the sun, the wind. I miss being outside. It's only three miles up the road to the track. I love that place. I've got to make me get back on track, literally.Lethargy is

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I had plans for this summer - real goals. I looked forward to the long days, the nights that didn't start until nine p.m., sunny, sweltering afternoons during which I'd head up to my local park and sweat out the days' frustrations on the track.None of that came to be. Summer's almost gone, as the old Doors song says, and all I have to show for it this year is a decided lack of natural tan and my

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Where I work, August means one thing, primarily: Self-evaluation time.Why do companies force this upon employees? Do they seriously think it makes us feel better to first evaluate ourselves, then sit back and wait to see what our boss has to say based on our self-observations? The whole idea smacks of some '70s-era touchy-feely "I'm OK, You're OK" philosophy designed to boost the confidence of

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Well, New York survived me. I had a great time, the highlights of which were definitely going to Yankee Stadium and watching the Bronx Bombers hold on against the White Sox for a 6-5 win, walking the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan from Brooklyn Heights and having a fabulous late night dinner in Little Italy (I highly recommend Fratelli) and then coffee and Bomba (if you have to ask, well,

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"Lena's gone."That's how my neighbor, Melissa, told me that our across the street neighbor - our good friend Lena - had passed away.Melissa, much better friends with Lena than I ever had the chance to be, wasn't crying. She was too much in shock.Lena, Cristian and the baby, Ani, had left for Colombia on my birthday, June 19, and were to return home July 19. The short version of what happened is

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That's my 2006 Peachtree Road Race time. I finished the thing, anyway, and got the coveted t-shirt.Well, the shirt didn't suck this year. So that's something.Happy Fourth of July. Happy Birthday, America. And thanks to our troops for keeping us safe and sacrificing so much.

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Happy Birthday to me.ETA: June 19, 1972 was also a Monday. And Time Magazine so thoughtfully put out this highly disturbing cover on that date. Thanks, Time, for marking my birthdate in such a memorable way.

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I miss you, Daddy.Happy Father's Day.

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When I chatted with Carrie early last week in the downstairs cafeteria at work, it was one of those quick little conversations that you have with a co-worker who you like but never see much. Her group used to sit next to mine, then they were moved down two floors to the other main newsroom and we sort of lost touch. And then a couple of years ago, she'd taken time off to have her first child,

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A friend at work recently celebrated his 33rd birthday. Or at least he said he did. Kind of. What he actually said, when I asked if his birthday weekend had been a nice one, was something like "Well, yes and no." And when I said "Sorry to hear that. I was hoping it would just be a 'Yes,'" he continued, "I spent the weekend thinking about how old I am now." I told him I can absolutely relate. I

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63295.That's my race number for the Peachtree Road Race. I am in Time Group Six.This? Sucks.

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I suck at life right now. This afternoon was glorious - low humidity, sunshine, moderate heat - and although it doesn't get dark until 9 p.m., I didn't even make an effort to hit the park and WALK, much less jog, the two miles that I'd planned. How pathetic.The Peachtree Road Race - a 10K, 6.2-mile road race - happens July 4. This will be my fourth PRR and, barring last year's "Thank God I Just

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Mommy died early Friday morning. She'd been fighting stage four Hodgkin's Disease for years and, tough as she was, the disease finally overtook her. I hate that. It isn't right that someone with such a real zest for life, someone so ebullient and just plain fun to be around isn't here with us anymore. It hurts that she passed away in pain.To those of us in The Group, they've always just been

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Question: Do everyday people even GO to concerts anymore?I ask this because my man, John Mayer, hits ATL October 14. Unfortunately, he's coming to Chastain Park Ampitheater, a much smaller - and pricier - venue than Lakewood Ampitheater, where he usually plays to a humongous crowd. So while concertgoers enjoy the benefits of a more intimate setting with (supposedly) better sound quality, you pay

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I just don't understand people.

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Reflexes and our human physiology are amazing, aren't they? Our peripheral vision notes something out of the ordinary and in less than a split second, it tells our brain to react, our brain sends the message to the proper body parts and we're chasing that odd something down. Or in my case, stomping on it as it tried to blow past in the middle of the shopping center parking lot on Monday.That's

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To the veterans who served and returned. To the veterans who served and made the ultimate sacrifice. To their families, one and all.To my co-worker Jedwin, a great American Marine, his brother Jim, who did a tour and their brother Jeff, who didn't come home from Vietnam.To my dad, my uncles and my grandfather, who all served because the Army was what the men in our family did.To my cousin Dennis

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If you haven't noticed, there are two new links among my list of fun online places to visit (see: "required reading"). They are: Off the Rekkid and adidas. If you click on OTR, you'll get my opinion on this most recent Dixie Chicks hullabaloo. Blah, I say, but go check the blog for in-depth commentary. The adidas thing? The title says it: "all day i design ajc sports." I do. Online. Visit me

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I'm going to bed. Now.The time is 9:40 p.m. Who is this old person I've become?

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Pulling into the parking spot this afternoon at the Post Office, I just happened to glance into the empty car beside mine.It was filthy.What caught my attention - among the literal layer of discarded Coke cans, crumpled snack chip bags, crumpled snack chip crumbs, candy wrappers, scattered papers and other flotsam and jetsam of everyday living - was the single piece of evidence that something

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Confession: I never bake. Correction: I never bake WELL.But since I've got my tickets to head up to NYC the weekend of July 14, I'm jacked to... bake. Weird, I know. Nobody's more stunned at this development than me.What happened is, my friend Mia, who's so kindly hosting me, has to work Saturday so Manta has graciously offered to squire me around Brooklyn, NYC, wherever that day. I'm actually

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Something upset her and like anyone usually would when asked "Hey, what's wrong?," she tried to act like everything was fine. But it wasn't. And when she sat down, alone at the end of the splintery dugout bench, she took off her catcher's gear slowly and deliberately, saying nothing. She looked tired of the game, tired of this night, tired of chasing balls to the backstop. I thought she was going

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This huge bird literally fell out of the sky Wednesday evening, just before the sun set, and for a split second I fretted as I drove past, thinking that I'd happened to catch the exact moment when the poor creature must have dropped dead while soaring through the air.It was a hawk, as it turned out, and it disappeared behind a roadside culvert for one millisecond before suddenly reappearing,

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There was a time when the only things I shopped for were records, books, clothes, records, sneakers, records, records and more records - pretty much in that order.But Saturday, I went to Target and actually gave a damn about coordinating bath towels and bath mats so they'd look right in my bathroom at home. Time spent in Home Furnishings and Bedding departments far exceeded that spent in Big

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Glancing to my right, I felt a surge of shock when I realized what I'd just seen. Why my eyes opened just that much wider and I swallowed so hard, I can't say. Truth be told, I've seen more of them. Plenty more. But never so close to my own neighborhood. Oh, I know they're there; they just usually aren't so prominent, so bold, so sickeningly out of the shadows.Ambling nonchalantly into the

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Yesterday at work, I sat in on the most basic "How To Blog" course that's ever likely been taught to humans. Well, I say they were humans but many of the people there were newspaper reporters or columnists so others might quibble with my terminology. Look, here's the point: There are some seriously unschooled folks walking around the streets who literally don't have an inkling of a clue about

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In the newspaper game, white space is the enemy. Generally speaking, anyway. It's a waste of space that could otherwise be used for words, an ad, a photo, a graphic. Online, in my realm, white space signifies a lack of balance. It begs to be filled.Apparently, I'm not alone in noticing that my favorite supermarket chain, Publix, has taken the concept of white space to a new level. They've

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This is me. This is me ripping off Manta's killer "Free Music Fridays" idea. Our Theme: Really Sappy "Cute Guy With Guitar" Songs That Make Me Squishy Inside1. John Mayer - In Your Atmosphere (live)2. Duncan Sheik - On Her Mind3. Elliott Smith - Thirteen (Big Star cover)4. Evan & Jaron - Crazy For This Girl5. Fountains Of Wayne - Valley Winter SongBonus points if you can guess which of the five

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Tonight I'm working - at Turner Field, covering the Rockies-Braves game from the press box. Broadcasting legend Skip Caray just ambled in, barked something to his son, Chip, who's also a member of the Braves on-air team (and as handsome in person as he is on TV, ladies), then ambled off again. I'm just happy to have this opportunity. To be up here. Doing something most people never get to do:

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Last night's made-at-home supper: dee-lish.So of course tonight I had to try topping it by making - or attempting to make - homecooked chicken quesadillas. They weren't horrible; my mom said they were great. But the truth, I think, is that certain foods are just better purchased at your favorite fresh-Mex eatery and quesadillas are one of them. The salsas have more zip, the cheese is more

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Tonight I was inspired to cook dinner. While not a big deal to many people, this is huge for me. The menu was simple: baked chicken strips in buffalo wing sauce, pasta shells in a creamy garlic sauce (store-bought mix; I know) and a starter salad plate with chopped mixed greens, sliced red bell peppers (so sweet!) and tomatoes.It was delicious. Now I wonder why I waste money eating out when I'm

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My friend Rogers' girlfriend, Amy, is one of the coolest people I know. Those of us who have worked retail or who currently suffer for low pay at retail jobs but try to be good customer service reps in this age of "Service? The hell?" clerkitude can understand why she responded the way she did to this stone wall masquerading as a human cashier. Plus, Amy's just flat-out funny. Check this, y'all:"

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My mom sent me to the grocery store the other night with this list:One bunch tomatoesOne pack choc. donutsChickenOne box bandagesOne box candyOne small pack beef bolognaTwo bananasOne small box soda crackersMilk - 2%One box Pinwheel cookiesYeah. I'm not kidding. The only things on the list that were for me were the tomatoes, chicken, band-aids and milk (my mom is lactose-intolerant). Otherwise,

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"Keep the wine glass out and drink a toast to never." It sounds like a fair plan to me so I'll try it.

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The immigration debate. It's a tough one. We've got to secure our borders, no doubt about it in this age of global terrorism. Realistically, that should include the Canadian border as well. Don't give me that "Oh, but we've got a secure, peaceful border alliance happening with Canada" argument; like terrorists wouldn't seize the opportunity to enter the U.S. through the lovely Great White North

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Let me just say that I am.

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Confession: It's ab-fab here this evening. Sunny, crisp for spring - in the 60s, low humidity, night's not going to fall until exactly 8:01 p.m. EST. The perfect evening to go out and do some Peachtree Road Race training, to get outside, to just BE outdoors.And I want to. Really. I do.But my sister is here and she's feeling horrible. She's had an awful upper respiratory infection for the past

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In 1995, I was so into...• ..."New York Undercover" (Malik Yoba, specifically)• ...working out on treadmills as OJ-mania raged on CNN• ...blasting R.E.M.'s "Monster" endlessly in my ride• ...those $10 dark blue Converse Chucks I found at JC Penney's Outlet• ...East Coast hip-hop• ...meeting deadlines at my college newspaper

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A friend long ago once told me "If you've got right on your side, you can't go wrong."

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Today marks my sixth year here at the newspaper. Aside from working at Turtle's back in college -- I was there seven years -- this is the longest "steady job" I've had and I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. I got a sort of cheesy laser-printed "In Appreciation of Five Years' Service" certificate last year but today just came and went (or is still going on, actually). The most excitement?

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Last night I headed south on I-75 and hit a store that, just a few years -- no, scratch that -- months ago I'd have never even entertained the idea of venturing into. It's a western wear emporium called Horsetown. There are maybe four of them around metro Atlanta and they're just big ole places to get your redneck on. Like, literally. OK, fine. So the ATL isn't exactly the mecca of rodeo culture

rekkidbrakahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614376904992515914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14667226.post-1143312959972054922006-03-25T13:54:00.000-05:002006-03-25T13:55:59.996-05:00

Buck Owens died today at 76.Well, hell.

rekkidbrakahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614376904992515914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14667226.post-1143080779375885702006-03-22T21:25:00.000-05:002006-03-22T21:27:54.396-05:00

...your thoughts?...your record collection?...your car?...your friends?...your favorite t-shirt?...your soul?

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