Barbie Dolls, Stuffed Animals and Laura Ashley

My good friend, Laura, has graciously invited people to read my blog.  She writes for a local publication and is also featured in her own blog ( ).  I am affectionately known as “Mr. Buddy” in some of her writings and it is an honor.  She is sort of like a sister, except she didn’t know me when I was a jerk kid.

Her most recent article highlights a fun party that ended up with a horrific Barbie massacre.  You’ll have to read it all to see how this traumatic event turned into one of her best works.  The picture above was taken a few days later, but I think it captures the theme of a child growing up and, like Andy from Toy Story, putting aside toys that were once so important.   This transformation out of childhood is not such a traumatic event for the kids; but, as I witnessed the night of the massacre, it is a far more moving event for us parents.

Recently, I asked my daughter what she was going to wear for her first day of school.  She excitedly told me of her ensemble that included a grungy T-shirt with a Peace Sign on it (I cringed), khaki shorts, and Chuck Taylor’s with fluorescent shoe laces.  Ok.

My response, “Really?  What if I take you shopping and we pick out a nice, pretty dress?”

Her disdainful answer, “Dad!  Dresses are SO out of style!”

What happened to Laura Ashley?  My baby girl is growing up, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.

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That is My Foot


It has been a while and I have been pretty busy. As I mentioned before, I gave my daughter my craptop, so I am blogging to you from the Droid.  It is Incredible.

This picture is my foot watching the kids swim at the village pool.

A few observations:

1)  It ain’t (yes, Lynne, I said ain’t) the Casino.  The old Casino had 50’s style.  It had a cold bowling alley. It had open air skating rink.  It had hiding places. It was my childhood.

2)  When my daughter is older, I will lock her up. Pre-teen boys at pools are one hormone away from pissing me off.

3)  The water is too hot. That’s a problem.

4)  Mr. Harrison, my social studies teacher from 7th grade, works at the pool. He looks the same, maybe bigger, as he did 27 years ago.  Wow. 

Things change I guess.  My kids will never experience Del Taco Friday nights, the Casino, Sea Island Beach Club (when it was club and not a “resort”), or playing Pac-man at the Tastee-Freez.

But, they get a dad and I didn’t.  I suppose they have it pretty good then.

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My Wife is Hot


I am really glad to be married to Mrs McBud.  

On top of being quiet (I have mom, sister talking issues), smart (thanks Harriet Langford for gifted class), a great cook (I am 50 lbs heavier since we met), and overall a great gal, she is a BABE.

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Back From the Dead

Well, not really dead.

But my good friend, Laura, has finally gotten off the couch and started her own blog.  For those of you who have read any of my previous posts, you know I think Blog is a dumbass word.  She actually has a website,, and you can connect to her blog from there.

Why should you?  Well, as my good friend Lynne (who has about 3 blogs) puts it, “I hate her already because she is better than me.” (Here’s one of her 35 blogs , I think she’s pretty greeat too.)

Enough about my best friend’s wife, now more about me.  What have I been up to?  Many have asked this question, and the answers are simple:

  • I have been up to the weight of the average 7’4” center in the NBA.  Now I am trying to get down.
  • I joined a new firm, Temenos Advisory ( ).  We have a great time and are EXTREMELY BUSY!!!
  • I got a new Droid Incredible.  I am eventually going to write about it, because it is so awesome.  I am pretty sure it will get its own stocking this year for Christmas.
  • I gave my daughter my craptop (with Windows Vista).  As a result, I can’t sit in my favorite chair to write.  I can only sneak it in between financial plans, proposals, and bringing in new clients at work.
  • Finally, I have been busy being a kickass husband and father.  That is my favorite job and it, too, has been keeping me busy.

I am actually looking forward to writing my next post.  In the meantime, you should read Laura’s stuff.  (And please leave comments.  She was scared shitless that people would criticize her.  Also, those who tweet, please explain to her why she should as well.)

I am going to do some work.  I will be back soon.

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Top 10 favorite songs from “The Clash: The Only Band that Matters.”

Stick tells me that if I can’t think of anything to write I should just do random lists.   I guess if you know me well enough, you know this list ain’t random.

Best band in my lifetime, often billed as “The Only Band that Matters.”  The Clash.

If you don’t know them, you should.

Top 10 Songs and a tidbit of lyrics:

10.  Lost in the Supermarket –

I came in for a special offer/guaranteed personality.

9.   Atom Tan –

He finally found the brick wall in his life

8.  Rudie Can’t Fail –

I know that my life makes you nervous/But I tell you I can’t live in service.

7.  Somebody got Murdered –

I’ve been very hungry/ but not enough to kill.

6.  Straight to Hell –

Speaking King’s English in quotation/As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze…

5.   Guns of Brixton –

When they kick at your front door/How you gonna come?

4.   Clampdown –

You don’t owe nothing, so boy get running/It’s the best years of your life they want to steal.

3.  English Civil War –

it was still at the stage of clubs and fists/when that well-known face got beaten to bits

2.   London Calling –

London calling to the Zombies of death/Quit holding out, and draw another breath

1.  White Man in the Hammersmith Palais –

White youth, black youth/Better find another solution/Why not phone up Robin Hood/And ask him for some wealth distribution

R.I.P. Joe Strummer.

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So, I ate breakfast today

Alright everyone, I am back.

A few (and I mean 3) people have been asking when I was going to write something else.  I have used such excuses as, “I am too busy to write anything,” “I have writer’s block,” or “I lost my password to WordPress.”

The fact is, I have not been overly inspired to write anything.  I have been focused on other things like changing firms, raising two wonderful children, and doing the dishes.

So, I ate breakfast today.  And it was good.  Scrambled eggs with cheddar, bacon, grits, and wheat toast and hot coffee. Cafe Frederica.  Yum.

Later today, I am taking my son bowling.

Who knows after that.

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A Lesson on Dying

I had a  great conversation with a friend the other night.  For the sake of this story, I will call him “Larry.”

You see, Larry isn’t a very emotional guy.  He is stoic and the phrase “he wears his heart on his sleeve” would never be used to describe him.  Larry is a thinker, a risk taker, a man of action. His success has been marked by multiple failures that would cripple many of us.  He has amazing perspective and many who don’t know or like him might say he is cold or calculating.  Larry reminds me a of “The Terminator” with his precise actions and efficient words that are never wasted in trivial matters.

Our conversation began at another friend’s 40th birthday party.  After a few Coors Lights, I asked Larry how he and his family were doing.  He has 4 or 5 kids, so that is always an exciting question.  I joke about the number of kids, because he has been very blessed in that department.  We shared little more than small talk at this point.

However, the remainder of our conversation, though somewhat unfitting for a 40th birthday celebration, inspired me. I asked Larry how his father was doing.  I knew the answer to a degree.  His father is ill.  Terminally ill.  I was hesitant to ask, but I really did want to know.  His answer to my question was remarkable.  I wasn’t expecting to get a lesson on dying.

He spent 30 minutes talking about his father’s life, the lessons he had learned from him, and the illness that was promising to take his life soon.  I saw something in Larry I had never seen…I saw his heart on his sleeve. Larry didn’t cry or anything, but he proceeded to tell me how his father is living each day with the same character and resolve that defined his life prior to his illness.  Larry showed emotion.

In a sentence, he explained it best, “It’s funny, my father has taught me so much in my life, and now he is showing me how to die.”

The conversation was much more than just that sentence, but the succinct way he put that stuck with me.  His statement hit me hard, and made me wonder if I was teaching my kids lessons in life that they can pass on to their kids. I want to be a better father as a result of my conversation with Larry.  I want to teach my kids about living, so when the dying comes around, they will have perspective and strength to deal with it.

His lesson on dying was really a lesson on living.

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Hey Tom Watson, Can you hit a draw?

"I am pretty sure I can hit a draw."

This friend of mine was playing in the pro-am at the Ryder Cup when it was at Valhalla in Louisville.  He was invited up by a client who happens to be a very nice physician and a member at the famous club.

If you know anything about golf, you know playing in the pro-am before a big tourney like that is an opportunity to rub shoulders with some of the biggest names in golf, and those opportunities do not come cheaply.  Our heroes were psyched and looking forward to finding out who their pro would be.

Typically, a pro will play a few holes with different groups or may even play  the whole round.  In this case, the pros were floating around and playing 4 holes and then then switching groups.

So, my friend and his client, the doctor (who we will call “Doc”) and the remainder of their foursome got hooked up with none other than World Golf Hall of Famer, 2 time Master’s Champion, U.S. Open Winner, and 5 time British Open Champion, TOM WATSON.  Mr. Watson is known to be a kind man with a sly toothy grin and and the physique of a linebacker.  In short, Mr. Watson has game.  Still.  Lots of it.

Mr. Watson is also quite a gentleman.   He was by all accounts chatting it up with the guys and was well engaged in the conversation.  (I once played in a pro-am and our pro wouldn’t even talk.  He was kind of a weirdo and Bo and Brad were out driving him, so he was pouting too.)

Back to the story…So, they get past the pleasantries and our foursome, led by “Doc”, asks Mr. Watson to take the tee honors.  They wanted to watch him hammer the ball as he is known to do.

Mr. Watson surveys the hole.   (By professional bad-ass standards a short, drive-able par 4)

He tees his ball up.

He turns to the four.

Mr. Watson politely asks, “Can I drive this hole?”

Doc walks over.

Scans the fairway.

And asks without fear…….. “SO, CAN YOU HIT A DRAW?”


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So, my wife gets her hair cut…and the hilarity ensues

Well, not really but it’s a good grabber, don’t you think?   Mandy did, in fact, get her hair cut though.  It just wasn’t that funny.

She has been talking about getting her hair cut shorter since my 8 year old was 3.  So, 5 years of monthly trims and coloring with Mrs. Mary Kicklighter and 5 years of Mandy NOT getting her hair really cut.  Countless hair magazines and internet searches, but no haircut..until now.

I guess there was a funny part.  Do you remember Roseanne’s mom on the sitcom Roseanne?  Yes?  Keep her in mind.

So, Mandy calls her mom to share her shearing activity.  Her mom’s response was CLASSIC:

Well…(dramatic pause and sigh) you know, the older you get, the shorter your hair should be.”

Yes, thanks Beverly.  I am pretty sure that comment made by me may well have ended in divorce, or worse.

I don’t agree with my mother-in-law (who happens to be one of the best grandmothers in the world), but I do think Mandy’s new cut is pretty damn hot.

Gotta go.  Olympics are on.

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Olympics and Stuff

A few folks have been wondering where the “anti-blog blogger” has been.   I guess my first week of posts just left everyone begging for more…*yeah*.

So, where have I been?  I have been glued to the Olympics, and I suspect I will have something to say about it at some point, but to recap the highlights:

Julia Mancuso.  Julia Mancuso.  Julia Mancuso. And some more of Julia Mancuso.

Also, I am picking up the guitar after a 5 year hiatus.  My son, Campbell, who is 10 has decided the real guitar would be cool to play.  I suppose expert level on Guitar Hero has given him somewhat of a big head.  But, I am better than him at the real thing…for the moment.

Oh yes, I read a new James Patterson book.  He writes like 3 a week.  He’s no Faulkner, nor am I.  (My Mother is indeed a fish.)

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