Here’s another KRMD radio jock. Meet Todd Nixon. What fun I had yesterday on the air there, talking with James Anthony and Dr. Donald Mack, helping them sell KTBS St. Jude Dream Home tickets. Want one? 1-800-724-2423.
Seriously, we’re about to deliver these two stories on the 5:00 news. Are these fights really about chicken fingers and mac and cheese or is there some unresolved resentment here?
1. Around 2:30 this morning, two cousins were arguing over chicken fingers when they decided to take it outside. One was shot in the shoulder. The other was hit in the head with what police think was a rake.
2. A father came home to find his son sitting on the floor in his underwear. The son had showered and was eating macaroni and cheese. Problem is… the father says the son is on the dope and not welcome there. The son’s in jail now on burglary and property damage.
The following actually happened. Some of them involve me. Some involve my sister. Ever done something we need to hear about?
You’ve attempted to iron at least one item of clothing with a hair flat iron because it was already plugged in.
You’re at work, you cross your legs in a meeting, only to reveal a Cling Free sheet sticking out of the cuff of your pant leg.
You’re late to your spin class. You’re the teacher. You can’t find a hair tie. A spinner asks you why you’re using a thong to tie back your hair.
At a loss for words during a wedding toast, you suddenly blurt out into the microphone, “And now, I’d like to sing a song for you.”
You have to go to the ER on the one day the hem of your pants fell as you were leaving for work. The nice array of safety pins around your hem is attracting a lot of attention from medical staff.
You took half of an Ambien, but didn’t go immediately to bed as instructed. Before you finally crashed, you brushed your teeth with cortisone.
You’re 16-years-old, reading a book at the dinner table with your family. You come across a word you don’t know and ask aloud, “What’s a ****?” Your younger brother and sister know what it is.
My sister’s cat, Sam Jackson, is very interesting. He’s crosseyed, gay and pees in the toilet. Here he is exhibiting the latter of the three. More on his other quirks in another post.
So, apparently this is not uncommon. Sammy taught himself. Can cats be taught to do this? Or is it just something some do?
My sister/one of our commenters, Suzie Talley, and Bruce Seelinger just got engaged. I was in NC this weekend and got Bruce’s take on becoming a member of our family.
Ever spent the night in an airport? Tonight’s my night! This is my gate at the airport in Atlanta.
I got evil looks just now when I took this picture. Apparently the flash woke some up. What? You’d think they were caught in flight delay hell today because of the storms. I mean, they’re all acting like they missed several connections and have to sleep in the airport or something. I appear to be the only cheery one here at the gate. And the only one still awake.
I have blanket envy. The guy in the white t-shirt just pulled a blanket all cozy up around his chin. I’m about to offer someone some serious money for an extra shirt.
Swimmer Erika Stewart is representing Columbia in the 2008 Olympics in Beijing. Her father, a friend of mine, got married this weekend in NC, so I took the chance to ask Erika a couple of important Olympics-related issues.
Remember when we were talking about CrossFit? Just do a search here or head to the fitness category to your right to refresh that groggy memory. 
