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Some people say it all goes down hill after you hit 40. It can. Does it have to? Not all of it. Yesterday I used some simple eye exercises, and the computer screen cleared up. A few months ago, I started taking Buffered C Ascorbate from ASKJOED.com, and I am not suffering from the seasonal ailments. I learned how to wear my socks inside out, and my feet are cooler and in better shape.
But now the middle age spread is upon me. The belly, the gut, the tool shed. I cannot tell you what belt I am wearing. The baggy pants are fitting, too well. So there is this push for all of us to look “chiseled”, but we give up when we cannot get past looking “poured” in a couple of months. I do not feel that I need to look chiseled, but I do want to be at my best “Fighting Weight”. I ran across the Adonis Golden Ratio,  which is a product that assures men that they can get to a good Fighting Weight in a reasonable amount of time. I am going to give it a shot, join me, and let us enjoy the loose clothes again…

I do things, see people and things and they remind me of something, time, or person from the past. I saw a guy I had not seen in years yesterday, and I had to ask him where I knew him from.

I worked with him at the local Coca-Cola Bottling plant a little over 4 years ago. He was one of the IT guys, and it was good to see him. So I went and grabbed my Gyros plate, and sat down with him and is compadres. It all came back, but it was not with out some conversation to work those drawers loose in the filing cabinets of my mind.

When I was maintenance manager at a local dairy, my mind got kinda mooshy from the endless days and lack of rest pretty much beat me up. I had been part of getting a couple of years worth of work done in 70ish days. not to mention operating a dairy and getting milk to the shelves.

My father is dealing with some memory issues, and I am going to get this program (Click Here!) to exercise his mind, and mine. There is a guarantee, so lets give it a shot!

When I worked for a German Luxury Car dealership in the capacity of Auto Technician/(slash) Roadside Assistant, I learned a boatload of things. People are people, no matter what their status in life. And when someone is stuck, they are stuck. I went out in the middle of the night, many a time, to replace many a tire that had been driven on flat for miles, and they asked, “why did it come part like that?”.
“Well, you drove on it flat for the last 11 miles.”
“But is it supposed to turn into three peices?”
“Ma’am, you were riding on the sidewalls, for at least 10 miles.”
“But I still don’t understand why it did it…”
By then, I usually had the spare tire on it, and had them ready to sign the paperwork…

The other week, when I was taking candid party pictures at the Belle of Baton Rouge Casino, the lead singer of the Birmingham based funk band, had as much leg hair as I do, and I thought that she ought to perform the song “Do the Stanky Leg”, but changing the lyrics to more along the lines of “Do the Wookie Leg…” , including the motions of combing the hair on the legs out…

So tonight I went to my friend Katie’s place tonight with some other friends, and we played the game “Odds’R”, and then watched The Social Network on netflix DVD… We had fun, as Odds’R is a game of probability and wagering. It, like so many games is one of those you play with the instructions right there…there are too many rules to remember for me, and by the end of it, I had won with a mountain of chips. I was on my last $225 worth of non-negotiable chips, and &100 of it was in ante, and $100 on wager, Katie had just bet the farm and lost, and it was all in the lottery Pot. Kyle was sitting on a pile of chips, and I was broke, and on the next card I won the lottery pot, and a few turns later, game over, I had won, with a vengeance, and I did nothing but make a few bad decisions wagering on things(I knew nothing of), and be frugal in my game…
Well, then we watched the movie, awesome film, it made me realize with a couple of good ideas, some drive, motivations, a little cash, almost anything is possible… What is holding you back? Your social network? What about our own self-non-destructive distractions we all have, that eat our time like langoliers. Get past the silliness, jump out of the boat, and swim to shore, and blaze that trail to your dreams…
now the bowl of toasted almonds… I was just hungry…

Sort of… go to my facebook page, or search for on facebook for “Air Ordnance LLC.”, and watch episode 1.

Over the Christmas holiday Shopping season, I worked as a “Brand Ambassador” at the mall demonstrating (Pronounced “Buzzing the heads of shoppers”) Micro R/C Helicopters for a major tech innovation store. I had a load of fun, and as you can imagine, saw loads of people that I had not seen in years… Possibly the most enjoyable job I EVER had. Well, as I am developing my site, one of my co-workers, Dave, hits me up on facebook, and asks me how I knew our mutual friend, Jessica. “Well, I am really good friends with her husband, and we all were in the same para church organization together.”
Dave tells me, “Cool, she was my baby sitter when I was little, back to when I was in diapers. ”
Small world. I told him what I was doing, and he gave me his brother’s name and number, because he is a web developer, and we connected up, and he really helped me fill in the gaps.
Crazy world! God is good, and there it is…

Yep, Candid Party Photography: Back behind the viewfinder again. I have been shooting candids for a long time, off and on since 1995 to be exact. Several things are needed to become the memorable and effective photographer in the American Collegiate Greek system, and I have learned to roll it all together: having a good time, dodging drunks, working the crowd, working through the crowd, all while shooting pictures while my buck fifty self gets bounced around like a pinball in the crowd.

My buddy Kevin Beasley trained me and started me in this madness, up at Louisiana Tech University in Ruston, La., and I have loved doing it ever since.  It is not going to make me a millionaire, but it helps me stay young, and I have some kinda fun. I meet all kinds of people, see tons of people that I know, and just have a good time cutting loose. BUT, I had to realize, I am not there for my fun, but to help the attendees remember the fun they had, and make them look good while I am at it. Pictures that suck, DO NOT SELL.

I dress in a way that if I get sprayed with a beer, splashed with liquor, and brushed with cigarettes, it does not faze me. Its cold, so I put on a vintage, but cool, blue, white, and yellow plaid flannel Dickies shirt, some nice dark blue jeans, raggedy old Doc Martens, and decently fixed hair. The event started at 7:15pm, and I was told to get there at 8:00pm, so I left the house at 7:30 sharp to get there and be ready to get going for 8:00, I strolled in, and found that this was a high falootin’, sure enough FORMAL. I walked in just in time to shoot the pictures of the new members of the sorority, being presented by their fathers, grandfathers, and other surviving male relatives. Once in a lifetime presentation. WHOOO! Dangit, Not expecting this! So I step up to the front, looking like I just put up the horses, and there is an active member with a DSLR, looks up at me with a look of “I’M PISSED/ THANK GOD/What the HECK?!”, and asks me “Are you with [insert company name here]?”
“Yes I am,” I say smiling and sweating at the same time.
“Good…”, and she hot footed it on out of there…
I smiled purposeful, widely, and made eye contact with each of the new members, all of them, while I made adjustments to my camera, and got them to look right. Member on my right, escort on my left, turn the camera with the right side up to get the bounced flash to “not set the young lady’s dress on fire”, so that the escorts black tie tux would eat up most of the light. All ninety “x” of them.
The sweat did not roll, but I was not dry whatsoever, and I had a lot of ground to make up for.
I think I did, as no one said anything after I told them what my marching orders were, and I shot over 400 shots that night. Danced and stepped (a dancing walk that I do) like a fool, sloshed through the spilled mixed drinks, took some self portraits also, and had an uneventful (thank God) party, and ended up with around 400 shots…