I am unabashedly a Georgia Bulldog. I bleed red and black. I believe that if you lead a good life, when you die you go to Vince Dooley's house.
I have always claimed that Glory, the black and white springer spaniel who lives at my house, would eat just about anything, especially if I made her think it was a treat. There are, of course, a few things it makes sense that a dog would attempt to eat. A dog shall not live by Dog Chow alone, I suppose.
I like to learn new words. As someone who has to come up with about 650 of them each Sunday morning, it helps to learn new words so that you good readers don't have to keep reading the same old ones every week. Learning new words also makes me feel smarter than I am, and it impresses people who are certainly smarter than I am.
My church is erecting a new sign with one of those fancy, electronic message boards on it. The idea here is that we'll be able to tell passersby when, say, the men's Bible study class meets, what the preacher's Sunday sermon is about or when Vacation Bible School starts. At first, I admittedly wasn't crazy about the idea. I didn't want my church to look like the Howard Johnson's out on the interstate.
I'm reasonably convinced that people across the nation who follow the news must think Northeast Georgia is the wacky bride capital of the world. First, there was the so-called "Runaway Bride." She vanished for several days, finally calling home to say she had been kidnapped and taken to Albuquerque. In reality she had run away from a fiancé she really didn't want to marry and the pressure the impending nuptials were putting on her.
I don't like to be one of those folks who harks back to the good old days, as if the current days are somehow shameful or repugnant. I'm not even old enough to remember the good old days.
I don't want to appear ungrateful for the all the rain we've gotten this week. I know we need every drop we can get, and I'm happy every time I see a dark cloud on the horizon. But if it's just the same to you, I can live without the accompanying light show that has been a part of this week's storms. The lightning, the thunder, the wind, you can keep it all.
I learned something new this week. Major household appliances - such as a dryer, for instance - don't come with power cords. You have to buy them separately. It's been years since I bought a major appliance, so this was news to me. I inherited a washer and dryer from an aunt years ago, and, although I had to replace the washer about nine years ago, the dryer has continued to work flawlessly.
Uga VI is dead, and I don't feel so good myself. I had to paraphrase that line from Lewis Grizzard because, well, it pretty accurately describes how I feel as I write this Saturday afternoon.
Fifty years ago, Chrysler first installed in its Imperial model a device that automatically controlled the car's rate of motion, and thus, the cruise control was born.
NBC's Andrea Mitchell got herself in a little hot water last week during coverage of Barack Obama's campaign swing through Bristol, a city in southwestern Virginia. In an on-air conversation with another network correspondent, Mitchell referred to the region as being "redneck."
PANAMA CITY BEACH, Fla. -- I'm at the beach for a conference this week. It's the kind of weather you'd hope for on a beach trip. Beautiful blue skies, warm temperatures, nice sea breeze.
I've been worried to death this week about the astronauts - actually, two cosmonauts and one astronaut - aboard the International Space Station, what with the news that the toilet onboard isn't working. Worse, they say it'll be sometime next week - after the shuttle Discovery arrives with a spare pump - before the toilet is working again.
Ten years. It's hard to believe it's been that long. I had wanted an all-white English bulldog. I've been a University of Georgia fan my whole life, and I liked the thought of having my own Uga around the house.
The recent flap over Sen. Barack Obama calling a female reporter "sweetie" predictably has set off a national debate among the talking heads on the 24-hour news channels over what is acceptable language between men and women. In case you missed it, a reporter at a campaign stop in Detroit asked Obama what he planned to do to help the American auto worker.
Mere minutes after a teenage terrorist had been captured, Bostonians poured into the streets and cheered – cheered! – the police and firefighters who had ended the terror.
The government has been getting its grubby little paws into your paycheck every two weeks for the last year, and now it's ready for you to give more.
I often get asked how Glory, the black and white springer spaniel who lives at my house, and I got together.
I sometimes have a hard time sleeping, so I do what a lot of people suffering from insomnia do. I turn on the TV.
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