Happy Bloggerversary!

I'm back from my little shindig in Nashville. I had a great time even though the Preds lost. I have pictures and stories, but I'd rather write about something else tonight.

Tomorrow is my birthday. No jokes please, I've heard them all. Additionally, tomorrow happens to be the one year anniversary of this blog. I looked back at that first post and marveled that I have actually been doing this a year. My attention span is short and a year devoted to anything (even as sporadic as posting to this blog) is completely out of character for me. Let's see if we can sum up the year.

The whole thing started with a friend no longer being able to talk to me. I felt a little sorry for myself and began this blog. That friend and I eventually got back in touch and had a few laughs, now we aren't talking again. I'm guessing that my definition of friend is a little different than others.

I briefly dated a girl that thought it was normal to put her unwanted food on my plate and snoop through my computer. I think I dodged a bullet on that one.

I had a couple of dates with a fantastic lady from Memphis. One lasted twelve hours! We had quite a few laughs and I consider her a friend. Unfortunately her situation prevents her from having very much contact with me, but I hope to someday have another beer with her.

I met a fantastic woman here in Jackson. We had an unbelievable summer and then she had to move. I think about her on occasion and would like to talk to her to say hi, but I don't see the point. We knew our lives were going in different directions when we met and now I just hope she is doing well and has found everything she is looking for.

Somewhere during this time I discovered HNT. I believe it was through Boobs, Injuries and Dr. Pepper , one of the first blogs I ever read on a regular basis. Canofworms has a delightful blog that is always entertaining. Read it if you get a chance. Through HNT I met quite a few people, one in particular. It was a pleasure getting to know Raychelle and she is another person that I wish all of the best, although she likes the snow way to much for me.

Shortly before Christmas, I began dating LMRP. She teaches me something new everyday and I am very thankful to have her in my life.

So, my entire year is summed up as a string of relationships, most positive, a few negative. I find it odd that I mark time in this manner. In the past year, I've been to Florida twice, St. Louis, Knoxville, made multiple trips to Nashville and Memphis and yet when I reflect, it's on the people that have moved in and out of my life. Interesting.

So, one year, approximately 9,000 hits and here we are. Beginning year two of Chunks of Grey Matter. Happy Bloggerversary!

Here We Go!

There won't be an HNT this week, I'm too busy being excited about tomorrow night! LMRP and I are going to the hockey game in Nashville and we bought party zone tickets. That means all you can drink. Since this is really my birthday celebration, I plan on getting drunker than Cooter Brown. I owe it to myself to punish my body with alcohol (also known as "the devil's urine" in this part of the country). We have decided to stay in Nashville over night rather than risk the drive back, so we may take in a bar or two afterwards. Oh, in case anybody cares, I placed second in the local poker tournament last night. This is the back of the Bud t-shirt I won. I so rock!

Overheard Conversations

person #1: "I gotta go take care of some business."

person #2: "Need some help?"

person #1: "No, I'm just gonna take the Browns to the Superbowl."



ewwwwww.

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Evolving Facial Hair HNT

It seems that LMRP didn't cotton to being blackmailed/bribed for HNT pictures. Since she didn't provide me anything more interesting to post this Thursday, I decided to follow through with my threat to shave. We started off with my scrappy goatee that looks like a ten year old tried to grow it. The only reason it ever got any respect was because of all of the grey. I thought I'd shave just the middle and shoot for the fu-manchu thing. Instead it looks like I'm ready to audition for the Village People. So I shaved off the last of the chin hair only leaving the 'stache and the soul patch. This screams cheesy '70's porn star.Next I tried shaving the 'stache down and going for the Clark Gable pencil thin thing. Totally ridiculous, right?Finally just the soul patch. Now clean shaven. I expect LMRP to dump me any day now. For more Half Nekkid Thursday goodness, click the link to the right.

Best Fuckin' Hockey Game Ever!

Sunnuvabitch!!! The Calgary Flames came to town last night (I'm wary of that nickname. I mean Flames is pretty close to Flamer. The Calgary Flamers? Isn't Calgary cattle country? I'm thinking brokeback hockey. Not that there is anything wrong with that if it's what hones your cone.) and the Predators and the Flames played the best hockey game I think I've ever seen. Now, I'm not talking about skill, or great shots, or spectacular goaltending, I'm talking about entertainment value. The final score was 9-4 Preds which meant that you couldn't take your eyes of the television because you would miss a goal. At the end of the second period, the Preds where up by three, but the flames had been scoring on every power play, so three goals were not any kind of safety net.

And the fights! They players where skating hard and checking hard and there were several altercations with a couple of them turning into full blown brawls. I know that if you are a long time fan of hockey, you might say "That's not really the game, it's a distraction," but I tell ya, I like to see the Preds mix it up and get aggressive. It makes you feel like they really want it.

I'm getting pretty excited about the playoffs. Nashville is already selling tickets for the first two rounds of the playoffs. I bought mine last week and hope I can follow them all the way to the Stanley Cup. Who want's to go?

Guest HNT

I told LMRP that for HNT this week I was going to shave part of my goatee and go with the foo-manchu 'stache. She hated that idea so I told her she would have to give me something better to post. No green, but I think most of you will be ok with that. Little does she know, I'm gonna threaten to shave it every week now. I will let you know how it turns out.

For more Half Nekkid Thursday goodness, click the icon on the right.

No More Housemate!

I took my Mom to the doctor yesterday for her follow up. She got the thumbs up and immediately wanted to go home to McNairy County. LMRP and I drove the hour back to her house, stopping to pick up one of her dogs so she will have some company. She seemed glad to be settled back into her own digs.

My house is a wreck, Mom was bored and started putting things where they don't go. I just let her do her thing but now I can't find anything. My dogs are sad, they keep going to the door of the room where she was living and Daisy cries a little bit. I have to open the door to show them that she isn't here and quietly tell them "I took the old lady home girls."

I think she will do well. The doctor was pleased with her progress and told my Mom "You have healed above average for this procedure." Mom snapped back "That's because I AM above average." She is obviously back to her old self. Now she is pretty much allowed to go back to her old routine, she just can't lift anything heavy or reach for anything high. A cousin lives "at the top of the hill" so she has help if she needs anything like that. I guess I made it through my Mom's first health crisis without problems. Hopefully things will return to normal around here. I may even try to post an HNT picture tomorrow.

More later.

See you in the funny papers.

She LIVES!

Obviously, I have no HNT entry for this week, I've been busier than a one legged man in an ass kicking contest. Mom had her surgery Monday morning and everything went fine. Monday night she still had some residual pain, but was no longer popping pills like a Hollywood doop fiend and said she was feeling much better. Tuesday morning, I met the neurosurgeon in the elevator and told him how pleased I was with the results. Mom was sitting up eating breakfast, had been to the bathroom a couple of times and although she could still feel a small amount of soreness going down her right leg, she was fairly pain free. I followed him into my Mom's room and he asked her, "So, do you feel any better?" Her reply? "No." You could have knocked him over with a feather. He leaned over the bed "You don't feel any better at all?" Again she said, "No, not really." My jaw hit the floor. I spoke up and told him that she wasn't taking any pain meds and that if this was as good as it gets, she could certainly live with it. He seemed satisfied with that and when he left the room I chewed my Mom out. It turns out that she remembers very little from the last week. She doesn't even remember how she got to my house. Ahhh, the wonders of massive amounts of demerol.

So now my brother is here with his chocolate lab, Jasper. The house is full of dogs and people, Mom keeps trying to pick stuff up and everybody is on her case to take it easy. She is bored now that her days aren't filled with drug induced sleep and is starting to get restless. Thank God for American Idol! She is gonna stay with me until her follow up appointment next week and then I guess I will take her home. It looks like everything is going to be ok.

A special thanks goes out to everybody that wished her well, but especially for LMRP who called my Mom a couple of times a day to see if she needed anything. She kept my Mom company and came over last night to watch American Idol with her since I had to work a fifteen hour day. She was a huge comfort to my Mom and I.

Hopefully things will start returning to normal and I can go back to blogging my perversions. Be sure to tune in, same Bat time, same Bat channel.

Mom Is Still Stoned

Well, Mom finally got her MRI. We had to try three times before I could get her comfortable enough to lay on the exam table. Normally she takes two Mepergans every four hours for pain relief. I gave her five. Plus a valium. She made it through the exam and then spent the rest of the day drooling on herself. This was Thursday. Friday morning I got a call asking if I could get her over to the neurosurgeon's office pronto. Once there, he proceeded to tell us that one of the discs in her back was ruptured. Normally he would have suggested some physical therapy first, but since her level of pain was so high and it took so long to get a diagnosis (thanks to the quacks she had been seeing) he recommended surgery. She goes in for the procedure Monday morning. The doc says that there is a one in five chance that she won't get any relief. I'm hoping for a positive outcome. Mom won't do well if she can't walk without pain. A funny thing though. I told her she couldn't smoke in my house. She still manages to make it outside to fire up. I guess nicotine addiction is stronger than intractable pain that makes you whimper every time you take a step.

Rudy! Rudy! Rudy!

I don't really care for Notre Dame, but if you don't shed a tear when Rudy runs out on the field....you are a cold, heartless bastard.