If You Ain't First, You're Last

Ah, the wisdom of Ricky Bobby. I just had to see Talledega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby. Will Ferrel is hysterical, and secretly I am a NASCAR and other types of racing fan...although horse racing is my first love.



Still busy working...but things aren't as hectic now that I have gotten comfortable with what I am doing. My clerk is a fiery little red head that could use some sun so that her freckles don't stand out so much. She is just a few years older than me, and has adjusted to me telling her what to do. Although I am still watching my back, as you know how the office can be.

After a few more weeks, I will be in my own place. I finally found an apartment that I love...and my parents are still trying to talk me into staying on the farm. One would think that I am moving back to the big city instead of ten miles down the road in a smaller town than my hometown.

Labor Day weekend is quickly approaching, and I am psyched about it. Around here, the lake is where it's at. Boats, booze, bikinis, and bumbling idiot drunks. Somewhat of a step up from the White Trash Bash at the Lake of the Ozarks Memorial Day weekend. Count me in.