**Correction**

First of all....I do realize that it has been quite a while since my last post. I do apologize. Not because of the lay off...but because the naked body of my youth has been at the top of my blog for so long. I apologize for any discomfort or loss of sleep I may have caused you.

At the end of last year I posted an entry entitled "*cough* *gasp* *cough*". In case you decided not to click on the link and read it...I was lamenting over the possibility that I was inhaling residual mustard gas while sitting at my desk at work. I even went so far as to ask my co-workers...and yes...even my boss to come in and smell the odor that I was certain to be ruining my future chances at fatherhood. It was about 2 weeks after writing that post that I discovered the true cause of the funk.






































My old trusty Timberlands. Wow they stink. It only occurred to me after smelling the same "mustard gas" while taking my shoes off in the closet. So after all that....the blog post...the photoshopped effort of me wearing a gas mask...and all of the recognition...uh...both of the recognitions...alas....I have to apologize for incorrectly implicating 60-year-old chemical weapons.

Dave's Blog regrets the error.

:: Caution :: This post contains nudity ::

I asked Dad to scan some old photos of me from when I was wee. Normally this would be the part of the blog where I would try to set the photo up by saying something clever...no need brother...no need.














I remember this day like it was yesterday. I had just gotten out of the tub...I hurried my naked little self across the hall to get some underwear out of one of my drawers...and Dad ambushed me. I still remember him laughing his head off. Laugh it up Dad....laugh it up. (*image edited for content)

This next one was a photo of me from the first and only time I've ever been drunk.














Ok...so I wasn't actually drunk...but it did look like a party! I spy two empty pfaltzgraff bowls...this is clearly a sign that there was a freezer of homemade ice cream somewhere nearby. I would also like to point out that the printing on my shirt says "Hamburger" over and over again. This shirt has always been a mystery to me.

There were a few things that owned me back in the day....the three wheeler was one of them. Let's be honest here...I'm completely precious.




















The funny thing about the next picture is that I have run into this guy in the fraternity section at Bryant-Denny Stadium a million times. Who knew I would have the frat-tastic look happening so early? I'm going to press on with this and pretend like I did not have an enormous head.



















Now....



















...I'm pretty sure I thought I had it going on that night. I posted this picture just to prove to you that we all make mistakes....horrible...embarrassing...pre-teen mistakes.

Now I have saved the best for last......



...the end.

I gotta new one!

I have created a new blog that will be more related to the business aspect of things. You can see it by clicking |here| or on the picture below.


















"Dave's Blog" will still be very much active...I will still need some sort of outlet for all the stuff bouncing around in my head.

Thanks!

Dave

P.S.
Random American Idol thoughts:
Paula Abdul needs to check into a rehab clinic before she gives false hope to anyone else.
Simon is the only judge who tells the truth.
Bucky must go.