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Commercials, Church, Mary Melinda, Tom Ford, and a singing lady
Is anybody else sick of these freecreditreport.com commercials? I mean if I see anymore of them, I may jump off my apartment balcony. I can’t imagine that guy having a future other than being the “freecreditreport.com guy,” and that is extremely sad.
Is it awful to admit that I’m hooked on “The Bachelor?” I’m sorry, I would never go on a TV show to find a wife, but I can’t help but really like this guy. I do have to add that the two girls from Missouri were absolutely nut jobs, and it was no surprise to see them quickly eliminated. Catherine and I are both rooting hard for Stephanie, the widow from Alabama.
Speaking of Catherine, one of her best friends from college has come to visit this weekend. Mary Melinda is one of the sweetest young women I’ve met, and I know Catherine’s thrilled to spend a few days together. Catherine got called in to J Crew tonight for a few hours, so Mary Mel and I walked around the mall drinking coffee and trying on t-shirts until she got off.
Spent an hour this afternoon in Posh (a local Nashville boutique) talking with Rodney Atkins. Rodney and I met in Detroit over 6 years ago, but I think this was the longest we had ever spoke. Rodney’s an easy guy to root for, he’s about as low key and down to earth as you’ll ever see, and I sincerely enjoyed our conversation.
Today was a good day. I felt better than I’ve felt in two weeks, and I think I’m on the down hill side of my tooth/teeth debacle.
Have you ever wanted something so bad that you couldn’t get it out of your head? Well I saw something today that I can’t get out of my head, and that scares me.
Let’s pause for a few random thoughts.
I could not live without my MacBook!
If I hear anything else about this Joe Torre book, my ears will fall off!
I’m slowly becoming a coffee addict, and I like it extra bold, and extra black.
I’m looking forward to getting back out on the road. I really enjoy traveling. There’s something still very exciting about getting dropped off at the airport on route to somewhere that in all likelihood I haven’t spent much time. I love to sit and watch people in airports and wonder what they do and where they’re going. I mean every single person has a different story, and I love stories. Even on the verge of 30, I feel like there’s so much I haven’t done or seen, and much of my education has come from people I’ve met through work, but I always yearn for as much as one is willing to share. You’ll see that a lot of people have the same experiences, but yet they all react differently, and it’s always very interesting to hear exactly why they chose what they chose.
Tonight I got a text from Bo Martinovich, a good friend of mine who works Midwest promotion for Sony Music. He was in Lexington, KY, standing next to Joe Don Rooney, who I met 6 to 8 months after I came back to Nashville the second time in the fall of 1999. Rascal Flatts had just signed to Lyric Street when I met Joe Don and Jay Demarcus at The Fiddle and Steel Guitar Bar one weekday night. I haven’t seen Joe Don in a couple of years, but he had some real nice things to say tonight via Bo, and it reminded me just how lucky I’ve been these last nine years.
I’m looking forward to church on Sunday. I love our church, and though Catherine and I plan to go more than we actually do, I always leave with the most unexplainably wonderful feeling.
Catherine and I hope to move to Jackson, Tennessee this year if everything goes the way we hope and pray. It’s closer to both our families, and much cheaper than Nashville. The real estate here in Nashville is absurd, and as sad as I will be to be away from my friends, I know Catherine will feel much better about being a little closer to most of hers. I look forward to getting married and starting a family, and I’ve never been too excited about doing it in a city the size of Nashville. As small as Nashville can seem to be at times, it’s still 100 times bigger than where I was born and raised, and I think there’s something very endearing about that small town way of life, and so I feel Jackson is somewhere in the middle.
I learned the hard way this week that there’s such a thing as taking antibiotics for too long.
I haven’t sang in weeks, which is longer than probably any point in my life, and it’s really odd to think how new it will feel when I’m healthy enough to start back.
If I have any advice for you men out there, it’s to go to your local Sephora and purchase a bottle of Tom Ford cologne. It will make your quality of life with the lady/ladies shoot through the roof.
Someday I will hopefully endorse Loews hotels. They all look beautiful on the Internet, and the one in Philly is one of my all-time favorites.
I hate the Yankees, but Mickey Mantle’s restaurant in Oklahoma City is about as good as it gets…
I’m getting very sleepy, but feeling good has been a rarity of late, and so I feel the need to soak up as much as I can, since the mornings seem to always be the roughest.
I would love to have a small condo on the beach someday decorated with only items from Restoration Hardware. There’s something very simple, classy, and crisp about their stuff.
Joe Torre seems somewhat condescending/defensive tonight on Larry King Live.
I’m starting to realize that I say “uh” entirely too much in interviews.
Okay, my eyes are starting to shut on their own.
Peace out, The fat lady is at the top of her lungs…
P.S. And she's singing Red Light!!!!