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Barbara's will be on NBC Nightly News!

Posted by – 10/6/08

As you may know, I am a proud alumnus of Belmont University, the location of tomorrow’s second presidential debate. The news teams have already swarmed into town, and from what I understand, McCain’s going to be bedding down in Nashville tonight. Obama will be arriving sometime tomorrow.

I went to get dinner with a friend at Barbara’s Home Cookin, my favorite restaurant (local or otherwise), and was delighted to find that NBC Nightly News had been in at lunch today to interview her for her take on the current political goings on.

Not that Barbara’s doesn’t get national attention already. She’s been the focus of at least one Food Network segment, and there are several framed magazine articles on the wall. Behind the checkout counter, there were somewhere between 25 and 30 signed head shots of celebrity patrons, ranging from the obvious country stars to several Fox News anchors and even Snoop Dogg. (Yes, I just had to ask about that one. He was recording a country/blues album at The Castle back in the spring, and the locals all told him to take himself and his entourage down to Barbara’s for dinner. Apparently Barbara called him Snoopy. And Snoopy told Barbara that he hadn’t had a meal that good since his own grandma passed away.)

In re-telling the story, Barbara seemed a bit taken aback that a national news outlet would think that she’d be the person to ask about such things. “I’m a simple person,” she told me. “The economic crisis hasn’t affected our business at all. It’s cash based, just like it’s supposed to be.” Dave Ramsey’s head shot is one of the lucky few to have made it through the most recent head shot wall clean-up, positioned closest of all to the cash register if I remember correctly.

I’m proud to see Barbara’s getting the more attention. To folks who might be in Nashville for the debate, do yourself a favor and check her place out. It’s a classic Southern meat ‘n three style restaurant, and though it’s a bit outside the city, it’s worth every minute of the beautiful drive to get there.

1232 Old Hillsboro Rd
Franklin, TN 37069
Phone: (615) 794-9533

When This Kid was Fat

Posted by – 6/26/04

It’s a widely known fact in my circles that I haven’t always been this trim-endously not-fat… Oh! Ahh! I kill myself…

Anywho, I think it all started back in the day when I stopped playing football. I’d played football for eight years, eating my way up and down the buffet line the entire time. Bread baskets on the restaurant tables around town learned to fear me; a bounty of hot rolls lasted nary a minute. But I rue the day I quit playing football. It was freshman year of high school, and in addition to the coach benching this starter for his own personal reasons, I couldn’t handle the work load of those blasted honors courses followed by hours of football practice everyday. Apparently I missed the memo about slowing down the food train when the physical activity slammed to a halt because it wasn’t too long after football ended that my love handles became a bit more than a handful. I didn’t even have the option of a shaved haircut for fear of instant cueballitis. Even in those sad days, I still tried to keep a smile on my face.

Errr…. Beating the ladies off with a stick? Not by a long shot. In fact, said stick would probably still have that new stick smell.

I decided somewhere early during senior year that this being a fat kid wasn’t so much fun anymore. I was getting sick of girls that liked me, liked me a whole lot… but not that way. Not to worry though, they’d always tell me I was cute… ha! Kittens are cute. Do I look like a kitten? Well, to shake that image, I had to run… a lot. More than a fat kid ever desired to run in his life. And the Wendy’s runs? They had to stop quicker than my physical activity when I’d stopped playing football.

By the time the next spring rolled around, I was shuffling around town from one thrift store to another to re-stock my t-shirt collection. The total dropped amounted to around 50 pounds, and I’m still sitting at that total over a year later. And that, kids, is the story about when this kid was fat.

Try the new LOW CARB blog…

Posted by – 6/15/04

I’m sitting in my brother’s soon to be former apartment unable to go to sleep. My sleep schedule is fanked up to say the least. I decided sometime earlier today that I was definitely coming down to Memphis to help him move. Hey, I’m not doing anything for the next few days, and this will keep me busy.

I decided early today, but didn’t leave until Mike, Chun and I bid Arby’s a farewell circa 8 o’clock, so I didn’t arrive here until 11. Arby’s… their marquee outside said something to the effect of “TRY OUR NEW LOW CARBY’S MENU!” Wherf! This Atkin’s revolution is about to make me sick. Don’t people understand that slicing the bottom off that food pyramid isn’t the best way to go? It’s all about a well-balanced diet and exercise. Tippin’ the scales with no carbs is not well-balanced. Quit trying to find the lazy way out. You may get skinny, but that doesn’t mean your heart will appreciate it.

Terr, thanks for the input… now don’t be expecting a cake from us when you-know-who’s birthday rolls around.

And now, a cookbook for Atkin’s lovers! And if the first part wasn’t satisfying enough, round II!

The Apartment

Posted by – 5/16/04

It’s been a long, yet short day–one that absolutely calls for a Belmontonian-style songwriter’s contradiction. Perhaps I’ll write a song about these last few days called The Longness of Short.

It all began Thursday evening as the clock struck six. We grabbed our keys from the Bruin Hills clubhouse and checked in. Then the moving began. It took until 1am to have all our stuff simply moved over to the apartment. Somewhere in the evening–I’m really not sure when, it was all a blur–Em and her roomie from this year came over and brought us McFlurries for a much needed break. I’m only throwin’ a half-thanks out for that one since mine was dropped on the asphalt before handed to me. After the ladies left, we continued to get stuff moved in.

Somewhere around 2:30 we headed out for Walmart. We needed some cleaning supplies very badly. Waving our cleaning right may not have been the best idea, even if it did mean we got to move in four days sooner. On our delirious ride back Chun uttered the fateful phrase: “Don’t we need a shower curtain?” ARRR! Of course we did, and that necessity ultimately merited an immediate return trip to Walmart. While Chun sleep and flatulated in the car, I hurried inside, it now being 4:11 in the morning, to retrieve a shower curtain and some lighter fluid. Lighter fluid? I don’t know, it was 4:13, I was delirious, don’t hate.

Chun had work on the morrow, so I let him hit the proverbial sheets–though in reality they were still packed–while I took my masterful cleaning skills to the horrendous bathroom. I mean, dang. The girls before us did not treat this bathroom right. The store brand equivalent of CLR ate off my flesh as I scoured over the shower. I’ll frolic in my own filth, but someone else’s is a different store entirely.

The next day, separated from the previous by only a nap, saw us headed back to Wally World. It was most fantastic and enjoyable trip, and on the way back we decided to get Chun a Sam’s Club card off his daddy’s account so that we could buy normal foodstuffs in ridiculous bulk later on. As the jolly lady was making Chun’s card, she pointed at me and said, “Would you like to make him a card on your account as well?” Chun agreed, and so my card was made (on the back on Chun’s student ID, but that’s another story). Some time later a thought came to me. “Chun, you don’t think she gave me that card because she thinks I’m your boyfriend do you?”

“Geez, I hope not.” We both became instantly concerned about the possibility of putting off massive “gay vibes”. I came to the conclusion that it probably wasn’t a good idea to be publicly referring to things as “ours”. I just happened to take my card out to look at it, only to find these words seared into the plastic below my picture: Business Secondary Spouse. Oh no. Oh, this can’t be good. Further more, Chun says I’m the woman.

Later on some very disturbing coincidences came to light. He’s the one with the job, and I stay home and clean the dishes. I have long hair and bigger boobs than him. And he spoons me… I mean, what? CRAP!

Tonight, I wanted to make sweet tea. I love that stuff. Everything was clean, and so I thought it a proper time to begin tea-making. I proceeded to open the coffeemaker to insert the teabags, and contrary to the assurances of cleanliness in the entire kitchen, I found a moldy chalupa hiding inside the coffeemaker. Chun swears it is a long since used coffee filter, but I saw no signs of filter paper… only a morbidly rigid Mexican dish. Sick.

Let me throw out mad props to the cleaning crew: Kristy and Tara. Without their expertise, there would still be a cup of yogurt crouching behind the stove.

The New Ant and the Grasshopper

Posted by – 4/7/04

Here’s a lovely little story I received, and I just think it’s funny… just a little something to hold you all over until I write more. By the way, I think my next topic may just be on the “Gay Best Friend” phenomenon of which men and women alike seem to be ignorant.

The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.

The grasshopper thinks he’s a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.

Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.

CBS, NBC, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper, and everybody cries when they sing, “It’s Not Easy Being Green.”

Jesse Jackson stages a demonstration in front of the ant’s house where the news stations film the group singing, “We shall overcome.”

Jesse then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper’s sake.

Tom Daschle & John Kerry exclaim in an interview with Peter Jennings that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his “fair share.”

Finally, the EEOC drafts the “Economic Equity and Anti-Grasshopper Act”"”retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government.

Hillary gets her old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the ant, and the case is tried before a panel of federal judges that Bill appointed from a list of single-parent welfare recipients.

The ant loses the case.

The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant’s food while his government-owned house, which just happens to be the ant’s old house, crumbles around him because he doesn’t maintain it.

The ant has disappeared in the snow.

The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighborhood.

Moral of the Story: Don’t work too hard. The Man will take it all away from you.

Twice Times

Posted by – 2/17/04

Two things on my mind today, both weighing quite heavily…

Today we (us Pembrokians) were told that Belmont has already admitted more students for next year’s freshman class than this year’s. The problem seems to be that Admissions and Residence Life are not on the same page. Admissions sees numbers, those big $$$ flashing in their eyes. They don’t consider asking Res Life what might Belmont’s housing capacity be. Information for our RD filtering down through our RA’s was that in Pembroke next year, they will be doubling single rooms and tripling doubles. I live in a double, and the largest double size in Pembroke at that. If they were going to triple any double, the rooms of my dimension would be the ones tripled, and I can testify that there is no way any third guy could live in here. Simply not gonna happen. This simply infuriates me because I am already paying $22,000 for bad caf food and living in a dorm with a 5 minute burn time, I shouldn’t have to put up with cramped living conditions just because Belmont is greedy. You know we’re not gonna see any kickback in the way of scholarships. A pool of $20,000 is simply not enough for scholarships for 900 music business students, especially if they’ve made it its own college and are expanding the listing of majors. It factors out to $22.22 per music business major. Ridiculous. More on this later…

The other main topic on my mind today is God, so let’s go ahead and get the cliché train rollin’. I just don’t seem to have enough time. And whenever I’m pressed for time, God’s the first thing to do. It’s not a conscious thing, I don’t actually think, “Boy, getting rid of God today would sure free up some time.” Maybe it’s because I know deep down that my relationship with Christ isn’t confined to a set-aside time of 15 or 30 generous minutes I give Him, it’s a continual interaction with my Lord. I do believe that such times are essential, crucial to a growth in knowledge. But that’s not it, that’s not the whole deal. Anyway, time management is going to be crucial this semester.

I criticize things about other denominations of Christianity, but in then end, all that matters is Christ in me. Praying to the Virgin Mary and various saints and treasuring relics as Holy with magical powers are wrong because they displace the focus from where it should be. Our ultimate goal is to emulate Christ, not someone else whom we deem as “worthy.” None are worthy but Him. But these things are easy for me to refute. I did not grow up Catholic or Episcopalian (grouping them only because they differ more than denominations I am familiar with), so they are not part of what I believe. Criticizing them is protesting a foreign government, it only in the slightest way affects me. What is important for me to do is to have Christ look deep inside and show me my own flaws and misconceptions. But then I cannot progress towards the likeness of Christ if I focus on the sin. Once I recognize it, my duty is to face Christ and not wonder what’s behind me. I clearly haven’t got it all figured out. Come back later when I do…