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Blog Stalking 1.6.11

I want to take time to thank some of my fellow bloggers who entertain me with their contributions to the blog world. I try to show love for them by mentioning them in one of my posts every chance I get. However, I thought to myself, "Why not just spotlight them?"

And here is another installment of that! I present "Blog Stalking!" A phrase I started regurgitating after seeing Falen AKA Thundercat type it a few times.

Today, I present to you: "Time to Stop Being Wade Phillips" by Scott



The blog is simply titled "This Daddy's Blog" and this is my favorite post from it so far. Not just because I'm a Cowboys fan, but because it really makes a lot of sense. I like to use sports as an analogy since I think it's a microcosm of society, but Scott was dead-on with this one.

Please be sure to comment and let him know what you think! Especially you sports fans!

I'll Forgive You... This Time...

My birthday came and went and none of my 35 followers or 58 FB Fans seemed to notice. Hmmph! Some followers you guys are! I guess no one pays attention to the profile/bios, huh?

No Colorful Rants in honor of my Life and Times. No Thoughts from a Randomista. Nothing. I didn't even get a Lollipop. Are You Serious? Not one fellow blogger/follower wished me Good Times? I thought I'd generated enough "famosity" for you all to count down the days to my b-day. Again, I say, "Hmmph!"

Okay, I basically turned this into a blog roll. Now you know what I read regularly.

Seriously, I've never made a big deal about my birthday. So many people at work said, "Q, it's your day! Enjoy it!"

In which I'd always give the same reply, "Everyday is my day."

I believe in celebrating life daily, so I don't need an annual reminder to do so.

Whenever I'm on Facebook, I always have a few friends who give you that countdown to their b-day. "Only 13 more days, y'all!"



How about the person who pins a $5 bill on themselves so that everyone knows it's their birthday and feels guilted into giving them money when they see them?

Or they celebrate that milestone birthday. "Come out to my 27th birthday party tomorrow, y'all!"

And yes, I was being facetious when I said "milestone". Who celebrates the number 27 besides an egomaniac? LOL!

To each their own, so let me stop hating. I'm thankful for every morning I can open my eyes and although reaching another year does mean something to me, I don't expect everyone else to stop their lives to help celebrate mine. It's a nice gesture, but not necessary.

I do pretty well celebrating on my own. :)

A Distorted View

Crazy schedule at work this week. I ended up working a split shift on Tuesday and today (8 AM - 12 PM and 5 - 9 PM). It's actually not a bad deal since the extended lunch break gave me time to run a few errands with The Mrs. and do lunch with her.

The downside of the day is that I missed NFL Hall of Fame wide receiver, Jerry Rice, at an autograph session at a local business. I was hoping to add a 3rd HOF'er to my list of athletes I've met in person (Troy Aikman and Michael Irvin), but Rice was scheduled to start the signing session at 5 PM which is when I was scheduled to work.


Oh, well. What sucks is that Rice and I attended the same college, so I may have even had a conversation with the guy. Luckily, my friend, Corey, who works at the place looked out for me. He was able to snag an autograph for me, so props to him for that.

Anyway, I'm still on my blog streak of 21 days and counting or something like that. I find myself running low on topics. I've started at least 10 drafts that sit unfinished until I get my inspiration from some where. If no inspiration arrives, then I'll be the first blog to have reruns. Maybe someone on "The View" will say something stupid on Monday and fuel my fire for the upcoming week. In fact, the probability of that happening is pretty high.

Speaking of "The View", I never gave my two cents on Whoopi and Joy walking off stage on Bill O'Reilly. Whoopi and Joy would have served themselves a lot better explaining why they disagreed with Bill rather than walking off the show like a couple of kids.



What's so scary is that people actually turn to these losers for their political insight. "The View" is a very popular show and after reading some comments on Yahoo! Buzz I now know that people actually listen to these ladies.

Why do people believe everything they see on TV? Why does every talking head captivate us and make us regurgitate garbage to our friends, family and co-workers? Why do we take someone else's opinion and pass it on as fact to other people too lazy to research it themselves? The ladies on that show do nothing but give us a distorted view (pun intended) of society by screaming loud and not making a point.

And poor Elizabeth Hasselbeck has to deal with Whoopi and Joy teaming up on her every single day. How does she do it? I haven't a clue. Not that I feel sorry for her because I think she's extremely disillusioned. Some times I agree with her, but once she gets started, she always gets too extreme with her ideology. Then Joy and Whoopi will start loud-talking her, Lizzie will pout and that's when I change the channel to something newsworthy... like Maury Povich.

LOL! Okay, not really.

SN: Where in the world is Falen? I haven't seen/heard from her in days.

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Have you ever wanted to blog, but couldn't? That's the dilemma I'm in now. I'm out of town on business in Windsor, CT, and I've started four blogs only to crap out midway on each of them.

So, I figured I'd just type whatever came to mind. I'm sitting in my hotel room (Courtyard Marriott) and watching the Miami/Pitt NCAA football game on this ugly, 25-inch, tube TV they stuck me with during my stay.

Really, Marriott? All kinds of hotel revenue and you can't get flat screens for the room?

Wow, Miami just scored again and I swear there are 13 Pitt fans left in the stands.

Anyway, I thought about how much I've enjoyed my trip to Windsor. It's my second time here since May and the one thing that has surprised me is the hospitality. All of my northern co-workers have broken the stereotypes on "northern rudeness". Each and every last one of them has made me feel as if I were at home and it's been a great feeling. I work with some really great people.



Also, the weather has been absolutely beautiful here! When I left Jackson on Monday, it was 97 degrees. I get to Windsor and it's been 78-85 degrees all week long with partly sunny skies.

Then, mix in the fact that I had some great food while I was here. I had no idea that anyone other than southern folks could throw down on BBQ, but there's a restaurant here called Nat's that blew me away! I couldn't believe how good the ribs were. And you would think ribs once in a week would suffice, but I got tempted in another restaurant called the Tunxis Grill. I got the fried rib appetizer and I almost clotheslined (wrestling move) the bust boy because he failed to tell me in a past life that those ribs were so good. Although they were fried, they were glazed with sweet and tangy BBQ and sprinkled with sesame seeds.

Lord, have mercy.

Well, that's been my week in a nutshell. The one thing that I've realized about myself is that TV fuels my "bloggability". And for the record, I wasn't the first person who use that term. Trust me, I checked. But, being at home and watching MSNBC and FOX News really gives me ammunition to start blogging. Well, that and drunk guys or women with bad odors at gas stations.

But, blogging is something done with passion and not just something to do. Annah even has a birthday for her blog. And I swear that I can visualize Falen frowning as she's typing her blog and then laughing uncontrollably after she reads it back to herself.

They're writing with passion. With a purpose. Unfortunately, this week, I have nothing. Nothing to fuel my fire. The Mrs. is at home and I miss her. Watching this hotel TV from the 90's is lame. And absolutely no one has pissed me off this week because my Windsor co-workers are the bomb (oh, yes, I did go back to 1997 on that term "the bomb").

For some reason, my mind is just... blank.

Q: Life Referee

I was reading one of Falen's blogs (my usual daily ritual) and she was summarizing an argument on "parents using leashes on their kids".

Basically some people were coming down on her after misinterpreting her opinion. There will always be someone who will disagree with you on things and I don't have a problem that. I do, however, have a problem with someone who hears the truth and gets mad about it. I guess the truth really does hurt, huh?

People tell me that I'm an honest guy. Some have even called me "brutally honest" because I won't normally lie to spare someone's feelings. If you want to know something about yourself, just ask me. I'll tell you. It may not be what you want to hear, but it will be my honest opinion.

"Q, does this dress make me look fat?"

"No, your fat makes you look fat."



Okay, that's a little harsh, but you get the point. I try not to be mean, but I try not to give a false sense of hope either. I don't want anyone going out in public looking jacked up because I was too afraid to tell them they looked like Rush Limbaugh in a mini-skirt.

People need to be more honest and I don't necessarily mean just to other people, but to themselves as well. Being honest with yourself helps you to be unbiased which in turn makes you the perfect friend.

Now, am I 100% unbiased? Shoot, no! Who is? But, I'm about as unbiased as they come. I hate doing anything that is going to label me as a hypocrite, so I do what I can to stay consistent and true.

So, the next time you see me at the mall and your child is on a leash like a seeing-eye kid, then don't ask my opinion about it. Because Q: Life Referee is on the job! "And I call it like I see it."