Give me just a little bit more time. I'm getting to it.


Mr. Keith

This is such a cool idea. 10-20-30! Let the Virus Begin!


OK, this is not my idea, but it is great. My friend Lydia posted a blog about running across a blog by one of her friend's mom writing about a blog with this question. "Quick: What were you doing ten, twenty, and thirty years ago?" The author then answers the question about herself, and then adds this challenge.
It's an experiment to see how many degrees we can separate (kind of like Kevin Bacon, only it's relevantblog). Even if you're not tagged, don't be crabby, just take up the baton and run with it. Here's what I ask: Have folks post their 10-20-30s, and then link back to the Mother Ship (http://www.relevantblog.blogspot.com) or write a comment here, saying where you heard about this experiment and sharing where you blog. This isn't to build my empire, it's to find out how far we can expand the blogosphere. After all this talk about blog tours, it got me thinking. How many people can one blog potentially reach?

Now, why would a right-wing, sarcastic cynic like me join in this obvious ploy to bring about some sort of collectivism here? Which as everyone knows brings about socialism, and then, eventually communism. Oh, come on. I'm only joking. Don't be so sensitive.

It's simple. I enjoy living in the past as much as the next guy....I mean, I enjoy reminiscing about my history. So, here goes.

10 Years Ago: I Lived in San Antonio, TX in an apartment with my dad. I was working for Artistic Counters as a fabricator, a great job. I went to as many concerts as possible; Vigilantes of Love, Fold Zandura, Love Coma, Shot Heard 'Round the Block, The Choir, MxPx, etc. My love for traditional music was being born. I cooked almost all my meals. I helped out in the youth group at Trinity Church, middle school mainly. My favorite movies were Blade Runner, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and Apocalypse Now. I started searching out and watching cult films. (I watched A Clockwork Orange at the Youth Pastor's house. They were out of town of course, and I was house sitting for them, sorry, Scott.) I was getting ready to move to Tampa, FL.

20 Years Ago: I was in seventh grade at Omar N. Bradley Middle School in San Antonio, TX. I was introduced to hardcore by my friend Chad, Black Flag. I had never heard anything like that before, and I couldn't figure out whether I liked it or not. I had a mullet of sorts. At school, I was a "metal head", and at church, I was a good preachers kid. I liked whatever the people around me at the time thought was cool. None of my friends at school new that Stryper was my favorite band. I didn't care about passing or failing at school. At least, not until report cards got home. We had a Chow named Husky. I miss that dog.

30 Years Ago: I was two years old. Needless to say I don't remember anything from then. We had either just moved or were getting ready to move from San Hose, CA to Lilburn, GA. On the way, we went off the road into a ditch. I asked if we could do it again.

So, there you have it. Now, go out and do the same or don't. I couldn't care less, but if you do. Let me know you did, and let her know.

God bless,
Mr. Keith

There is something to be said about modesty. "It's a good thing."

Mr. Keith

Will some one please put Jimmy in a home?


I used to laugh when Jimmy Carter would criticize the President. Of all the living former Presidents, he has the audacity to complain about job performance.

This is the man that brought our country to it's knees in front of Islamic Terrorists. The man that almost destroyed our economy with huge inflation. The man that caused the gasoline shortage with his "price controls".

I know people that owned gas stations in the 70's, and they lost everything they had because of old Jimmy and his "good intentions".

Like most Georgian's, I'm embarassed. Now, I don't doubt that he thinks he's doing good, but at this point it's clear. He has no one around him that ever says, "No."

Gad bless,
Mr. Keith

Screw Loose Change

Well, it's a blog, http://screwloosechange.blogspot.com/. The focus is on exposing the stupidity and ignorance of the film Loose Change. A film by two useless 9/11 "truthers". That's the main focus anyway, but they're more then happy to go after any of those losers.

I found it this morning. Since it is the sixth aniversary of 9/11. I started thinking that there would be a ton of those, what's a more tackfull way of saying jackasses? That there would be a huge gathering of "them" in NYC today. Ranting and raving about how the Towers were brought down with controled demolition.

Now, I have enough construction expirience, that I have no problem seeing through the falsehoods of what they say, and I'm not saying that they're lying. Just that there are plenty of fools, morons, and liars feeding them this crap.

They have plenty of links to other blogs and websites that exist just to expose this stuff. Including the site Popular Mechanics has setup to bring the light of science and engineering on the subject, http://www.popularmechanics.com/technology/military_law/1227842.html one of my favorites.

This is one way I'm remembering the victims of those Islamic Terrorists. Since there are already so many sites and blogs out there that do such a great job of countering this propoganda. There is no need for me to try to explain anything.

Only the stupid and the ignorant believe this, and you can't fix stupid. Educate yourselves, or shut your damn mouths.

God bless,
Mr. Keith

Piss off prisonplanet.com, infowars.com and any one that takes Alex Jones seriously. He is the biggest peddler of these lies out there, and he's has to be too smart not to know the truth.

OK, I'm sorry that this is late.

The "incredible" news that I was hinting at. That I was so excited about. That I almost couldn't hold it inside. That I'm so surprised that I didn't let it out.

Do you really want to know? I mean it is family stuff, after all. I don't know if it will even mean anything to you.

Alright here we go. Last Friday, August 31, 2007, was my brother's 31st birthday. That is not the news. On that day, my brother and sister-in-law were at the hospital. They were there because the doctor felt they needed to induce labor for my new nephew.

Johnathan Douglas was 8lbs 4oz and 20 1/2" long. That is about the coolest birthday gift a man could ever get.

Finally a little more testosterone in that house. Thank you, God.

God bless,
Mr. Keith

I have incredible news.

One week from today.......I'll tell you then.

God bless,
Mr. Keith

An update for Thursday, December 21, 2006.

You may recall a post I made back on the above referenced date, I wrote about going out and finding an individual, family, or organization to help out during the Christmas season. You might also remember that I found a family in my church the was going through a very difficult time. If not, then here is a reminder.

--"I found a family last night at church that are in some financial need. The husband just had most of his stomach removed because of cancer, and the prescriptions they need are extremely
expensive. So, I've decided to help them how I know I can."--

Well, about three weeks ago I got some encouraging news. A few minutes after I got up to Children's Church Yolanda, the wife, came in with her son. She grab me and a couple of the other adults that help out. She said she had some good news. On the Thursday before her husband had a doctor's appointment to check on the progress of treatment vs. the cancer.

Well, to make a long story short. There is no cancer to be found in his body at all. It's gone.

God is good,
Mr. Keith

I have a quick story to tell you.


I was working on a bid this morning, and I had a question for my boss on it. While I was waiting for him to get off the phone I saw two women and a little boy, about two to three years old, walking in the neighborhood our office is located in.

As they were walking in front of the office the little boy fell down. Like most kids that age he looked to both of the women to see which would run to his aid. When they looked back and then kept moving the boy started crying.

The younger woman, I assume was his mom, turned back, and as it appeared to me told him to get up and keep walking. The little boy got up, still crying, and walked to her, still crying. Once he got up to her she took his hand, and they kept walking.

What's the big deal? Why would I tell you that story?

Well, because it was so good to see a mom that didn't run to the rescue, but basically told him to buck up and be a boy. She's raising him to be a man. Not to be a spoiled kid that has have mommy and daddy come running every time there is a problem.

I've written about this before. How I get so frustrated with kids growing up safe away from getting hurt.

When I was a kid if I came running in the house screaming and crying. If I wasn't bleeding every where then my mom would ask what the big deal was. I remember at four getting hurt and looking for blood or a bruise before crying. Because I knew my mom would tell me to get over it if I wasn't really hurt.

Because of that my brother and I grew up to be men. We're not some "metro sexuals", trying to get in touch with feminine our side, "Oh, I cracked a nail, and I can't find my facial scrub" little girls. We both love to work hard physically and mentally. We're not afraid of getting hurt. And we're not going to run to the emergency room every time we start bleeding everywhere because of a cut.

We grew up rough housing, fighting, tackling, climbing trees, jumping on trampolines without a net surrounding it for safety. We got stitches, casts, minor concussions, black eyes, skinned knees, and we were told to walk it off, grow up, be a man or at least a boy.

"Smear the Queer" was one our favorite games as kids, and we always played with guys much bigger and older than us. They didn't have enough sense to go easy on us either. Of course if we did really get hurt or started crying, which rarely happened. They would check us out and take a break to give us some time to recoup. As soon as we did, we'd want the ball. (Oh yeah, for all you politically correct idiots. "Smear the Queer" has nothing to do with gay bashing. If you don't know, look it up, and quit whining.)

All this to say. Boys should be raised to be MEN.

God bless,
Mr. Keith

"We're a generation of men raised by women." -- Tyler Durden -- Fight Club

It's 2:30 Wednesday afternoon, and I haven't slept since Monday night.

The plane landed @ 12:15 am this morning. I got home @ 1:30 am. Then I lay in bed until the alarm went off @ 5:30 am. I'm so tired, but I'm not sleepy. I hope and pray that I fall asleep quickly tonight.

Oh yeah, CA was great.

God bless,
Mr. Keith

So, I was thinking...


(This part was written on Friday 06/15/07.)

Four times in nine years. Now, that's impressive. I refer of course to the guillotine. Sorry about that, I was thinking about T Bone Burnett.

I mean, I refer of course to the Spurs. I remember when they won the first one. A lot of sports commentators were saying that it was a fluke because that year the NBA played a short season. Now, they're claiming a dynasty, go figure.

Yesterday afternoon Ruth Bell Graham, Billy's wife, died. I had heard an interview with him earlier in the day where he said he couldn't see his life without her. They had know each other for over 65 years. I know he is surrounded by family, but my heart really hurts for him.

How do atheists deal with a loss like that. Even with faith in God, that would be absolutely devastating.

I'm praying for you Billy, and to quote The Swirling Eddies "I love you, Billy" from the song Billy Graham ('89).


(Now, it's Monday 06/18/07.)

Well, my dad and grand-ma have officially moved to GA. So, my brother, his wife and the girls drove out for Father's Day. We hung out at my dad's house for a while and watched Golf. Then we went to Ted's Montana to eat. A good time was had by all.

A couple of side notes - I've never been big on watching sports on TV, and I will never pick up clubs and play Golf. For some reason I enjoy watching Golf on TV. That MMA and NASCAR. I am a Southern boy after all.
Ted's Montana is the only thing Ted Turner has done that I think is great. Bison has got to be my favorite meat. So, any restaurant that specialises in it is good in my book.

My brother and his wife are expecting their third in late August or early September. It's going to be a boy. Their thinking Jonathan, after my dad's dad. My dad and I are just happy that it'll be a boy. There is not enough testosterone in that house. Bekah is three and Andrea is one. Needless to say, they will have their hands full.

I'm finally going back to California, to see my mom. I haven't been out there in about two and a half years. Now, I have seen my mom since then. It's just not been out there. The evening of July 12 is go.

Well, I guess that's all for now. I was wondering whether this stuff is even being read by any one. Well, I shouldn't say any one. I can think of a couple of people that I'm sure do read it, but I'm not sure keeping this thing going is really worth it. With how rarely I sit down and write anything, and how rarely any one comments. Maybe I'm just on an ego trip, and I'm just whining for attention. It's happened before.

For those that do, I thank you for take time out of your day to waste reading about my little life and opinions.

God bless,
Mr. Keith

p.s. Am I scatterbrained enough for you?

What the...?

What do you do when you hear some of the worst news you've heard in a long time? Besides putting your face in your hands saying, "Oh, God. How could this have happened?" Then setting everything you're doing aside and praying for those involved.

April 15 is coming OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!!

I hate this time of year. I am getting my taxes done this afternoon. So, naturally I'm feeling a little relaxed. The problem is that this time next year it's the same old crap. Unless...The Fair Tax Plan is passed.

In a few minutes, U.S. Sen. Saxby Chambliss (R-GA), U.S. Rep. John Linder (R-GA), U.S. Rep. Tom Price (R-GA) and Ken Hoagland of Americans for Fair Taxation are holding a news conference and rally this morning. They are announcing reintroduction of the Fair Tax in the U. S. House and U. S. Senate. I'm hoping and praying they get allot of play out of it.

This is the best tax system I've ever read about. It's a consumption tax that replaces all other taxes. The only time you pay taxes are when you buy things.

Think about it. How much did you pay last year? By the way if you have a job you pay taxes. Even if you got a refund, you still paid taxes last year.

There are a couple ways to find out about it. go to http://fairtax.org/, or you could find a copy of The Fair Tax Book by Congressman John Linder and Neal Boortz.

If this system were to pass The United States of America would be the largest tax haven in the world. That means every company in the world that can afford to move here, will. Talk about a booming economy.

God bless,
Mr. Keith

I have no title for this

I started reading Sex was God's Idea in November, and I finished it at the end of January.

It's not a hard read at all, but Thanksgiving and Christmas, out of town family and driving kind of messes up a man's routine. The week of Christmas alone I put about 400 miles on my vehicle, and just driving to and from my brother's house, which is only 130 mile round trip.

The book is great. It's very clear and concise in its message. It's not just some Christian saying don't have sex before you get married because the Bible says so. He actually gives statistics on the actual, possible consequences of premarital sex. He actually gives the references to the stats he gives. I whole heartedly recommend this book for any young person to read.

There is a link to the myspace page that has information on aquiring the book. In fact, you can read the book in the blog section if you would like.

I am currently on a bit of an American History kick, especially Southern History. My sister gave me a copy of The President, the Pope, and the Prime Minister: Three Who Changed the World by John O'Sullivan, which I just started, and a Barnes & Noble gift card.

With the gift card I bought The Politically Incorrect Guide to the South by Clint Johnson. Which I read in a couple of weeks. I'm so glad I read this book. If you're from the South, and hate the we are so often stereo typed as stupid, backwards, cousin marrying, moonshine drinking, racists, read this book. If you think that we Southerners are all of those things, then read this book.

Once I finish The President, I plan on reading alot about the War Between the States. (Actually, after I read Rediscovering God in America by Newt Gingrich.) I have a small list going, but if you have any recomendations let me know.

For some reason, I have this desire to know what really happened in the past. Not just what we were told in school happened. I want the meat. I want the flesh and bones of the past. Maybe it's because "those that don't know the past are doomed to repeat it."

I want to know my History, our History. The History of the greatest nation in the world, period.

God bless,
Mr. Keith

Two in one day. Things are slow this week here at the office.

Yee-freakin-haw

I just found out that my good friends Pat and Laura Steele, back in San Antonio, are expecting a baby. I had to let you know.

God bless,
Mr. Keith

p.s. Look Lydia, it's waking-up.

There is something that's been on my mind lately.

I'm not completely sure why I've been thinking about this so much, lately. I have some theories, and I know part of the reason. It's the biggest regret of my life. It's not something I've done, but something I didn't do.

Usually, when I think about it, it's no big deal. It comes to mind, and I think "I really should have followed my instincts and done it." Other times however it really gets under my skin, and it bothers me a great deal.

Get to the point! I know, I know.

A little background on this thing. The Summer before my senior year of high school I was approached by a Marine Recruiter. I really didn't know what I wanted to do with my future. So, we set up an appointment to sit down and talk about The Corp.

We talked for probably two hours about the potential benefits if I joined. I was still considering collage at the time. He told me about his own experience in boot camp, and how he got to where he was at that point in his career, and where he wanted to go. I told him about my Grand-father's service in the Army-Air Force during WWII. Talk talk talk.

After the presentation and subsequent conversations the only problem, or maybe concern is better, I had was that, I knew that at that point in time I would not have been able to handle boot camp physically. Even though I would have had a year before joining. I didn't think that I would be in the right physical condition after a year either. He said that it would not be a problem.

You see, the recruiting office was in the same strip center as a World's Gym, and that office had a deal with World's Gym that would let an underage recruit join the gym until they went to boot camp. The recruiter also let me know that he or one of the other recruiters would be more then willing to help get into the proper shape to handle basic training.

I told some of my family and a couple of friends about my thoughts on joining The Corp. One person, who was very important to me and whose opinion I greatly valued, said "You a Marine?" Then laughed in my face. Like an idiot I let them influence my decision. I called the recruiter and told him I was no longer interested.

I regret that more then anything else I've ever done, or not done.

PBS has been showing a great documentary about the Marines. It's actually very positive. So, that's part of it.

I know that my life would have been completely different then it has been. Maybe I never would have joined Youth with a Mission. Maybe I would have never lived in Florida, or moved back here to GA, but maybe I would have.

If I could go back and change one thing that would be it. Part me wants to do it, now.

I hoping this helps me get ahead this. Any thoughts?

God bless,
Mr. Keith

p.s. Did notice how many times I said really in this post. I mean, really.