Lessons in Humility (Vol. 1)

Wednesday's trash day in my new neighborhood, so rather than get up 15 minutes earlier, I just get the trash together on Tuesday night. Tonight, I just finished cleaning out Inky's litter box when I put it on the ledge of the sink, turned my back and ...

Heard a thud.

The entire contents of the clean litter box were on the floor. I'm talking like two pounds of unused Tidy Cat For Small Spaces on the tile floor.

At this point, all I could do is stare. After a good 15 seconds, I started cleanup. I scooped most of it up with the dustpan, but then I broke out the DustBuster to get the rest. (Pilgrim voyage of the DustBuster!!)

I learned three things:

1. Just leave the f-ing cat box on the floor. Don't pick it up because you think sitting it on the edge of the sink will be more efficient.

2. The DustBuster is probably not intended to pick up all of that clay ... or whatever it is they make litter with.

3. When faced with laugh or cry, laugh. Because I know it may be hard to picture, but two pounds or so of cat litter scattered EVERYWHERE on your kitchen floor, after all, is very funny.

I've been accused of this ...

... In some cases, this is true. I'm just sayin'. There are proven cases in which this is absolutely, 100 percent the truth. I can provide concrete examples.

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I'm in love!!

I think it's forever, too.

That's an image courtesy of our pals at Google of my new TV.

High def, baby. I'll be able to see the look of worry on Peyton Manning's face on Sundays. I'll be able to count the individual threads on the astroturf. Even better is that I'll be able to watch my team -- the Pittsburgh Steelers -- the way God intended.

In crystal clear, high-definition glory.

And I'm sure that most of the TV I watch, which comes from the Food Network, will look rather appetizing in 40-inch, high-definition. I thought that Paula Deen's calorie-laden baked goods looked good on my crappy Magnavox?! Not. Even. Close.

If only deadline wasn't calling ... I'd be psyched to lay on my couch for hours at a time. This TV could not possibly help with triathlon training in any way. But it'll be great for movie night.

Because I said I would.

I told my friend Dean (one of the dudes behind SportFellas.com) that I would write about not only him, but how awesome he is.

So, here you go, Dean.

You should check out their site. Dean (along with Dan ... and now they may be picking up a third SportFella!) has some of the wittiest, best, most researched sports commentary on the Web. On my show this week, Dean told us that their college football rankings will factor into the actual BCS standings.

Get some, SportFellas! :)

(Alright, Landers ... I gotta get back to work. The AutoTrader doesn't publish itself.)

A clean, fresh start

I'm jumping back into this because I need an outlet. My show is great for an outlet, but I'm a writer. It's what I do. I write.

I've gone through some pretty serious life changes lately, and I don't think it's a good idea to spill them out here. If you're one of my closer friends, you know what's going on. It's a really strange, and interesting, time in my life. I'm learning a lot about me and all of the stuff that goes with it. I'm learning how to get over hangups of the past and work toward what I want to be in the future, regardless of how that affects the situation in which I'm living.

But the last three weeks of transition haven't been a picnic. I'm lucky that people have stepped in and really come through for me.

I deleted all of the old posts on this blog because, well, I just thought when I picked this back up to start it again I wanted it to be clean. A blank canvas. Something to start from scratch and develop.

But the developing must come a little later ... it's deadline, I've got a hundred things to read and Foo Fighters on iTunes, so I should be unstoppable. :)