"Home is where the heart is." While this is a very hackneyed expression, it is true today just as it was used for the first time. I must say that there's a sense of comfort in pulling into the driveway, sticking the key into the lock, and walking into the embrace of a home. It always seems to be just right: the temperature, the lighting, the overall ambiance, as if it knows that you're approaching.
However, this characteristic cannot be applied to my brother's home, just yet. Aside from the fact that it doesn't have air conditioning and is dependent on the sun for its source of light, I am confident that it will eventually adjust to my brother.
What you see here is one of my favorite parts of the house, the semi-spiral staircase (say that 5 fives fast). As a kid, I always wanted to live in a 2-story house, given that my best friend had one. Also, at Christmas time, I always wanted to sneak downstairs early in the morning to open presents first, just like they did in the movies. Anyways, I digress.
I never realized there was SO much thought that went into building a house. Little things such as tile designs, wiring, colors, cupboards, colors of tile designs, etc. are all important. And what about furniture?
Let's not think about that since I get a headache and move onto another favorite part of the house, the balcony overlooking the green. I don't know how else to put it, but it is amazing. One day up there, I saw a family of deer walking around the hole. Perhaps Bambi & Co. wanted to try out golf, who knows? Regardless, the view was picturesque. So, whenever you're at the golf course, come swing (pun intended) by and say hello to my brother... just don't hit your ball in his backyard since it will be his.
Keep it real.
-jdv
Under Construction
Are you ready for some Football?
A new post, a new feature. I'm tryin' out this "add image" do-hickey. The game was amazing, this up close and personal. I literally could reach out and catch a touchdown pass if I wanted to, but I figured I would save my skills for training camp next year. Given it was the last preseason game and NONE of the starters actually play in the last preseason game, it was still exciting. Crowd was in it and so was I. It looks like a promising year for the Texans, so I will be following them throughout the season.
I am feeling a lot better, thank you for asking. After hibernating yesterday for what seemed like a fortnight (out of the 24 hours of the day, I probably slept 18), I woke up ready to start a new day. Orange juice is slowly getting back on my good side, simply because there is no other substitute for a beverage served with a mcsausage biscuit or sausage mcbiscuit and hash brown. Baby steps.
Speaking of babies, are they "in"? It seems everywhere I look, there's a cute, little bundle of joy. On the newsstand, sitting in front of me at the texans game, driving behind me... etc. Are we in a new baby boom age? Marinate on that while I peruse the latest People. Wait a second, Jamie Lynn Spears had a baby? Isn't she still a baby? Hmm...
Well anyways, congratulations brangelina, tomkat, j-lo/anthony, gwengavin, and anyone else who is expecting. Children are the future.
As always and in the future, thanks for the time. Go big or go home.
-jdv
Welcome to the Jungle
Ladies, gentlemen, boys, and girls: welcome to the jungle. And yes, if you were wondering, I've got fun and games. I am a virgin blogger, so please bear with me while I fine-tune all aspects of this thing known as "blogging." First off, I know nothing about this: what to write, what font I want to use, what layout looks smooth, and so on. The possibilities are quite overwhelming and have got me in a daze. Courier new, arial, classic times new roman??? My head is in a spin.
Additionally, my head is in a spin because I am currently under the weather. In laymen's terms, I am sick. And how I did this to myself, oh you won't believe. So, I'm parched late Sunday night, and I grab myself a glass of OJ. I take one sip and make one of those bitter beer faces from those commercials. Anyways, the genius James thinks, "Oh, it's probably just the top layer that was bad." So, I drink about half of the glass and my face twisted more than a lemon sucking on a lemon. Picture that. Ok good. I felt sick the next morning, sore throat, coughing, tired, etc.
Isn't it ironic? Don't ya think?
That's what she said... Alanis Morissette that is.
I get sick from drinking OJ? Good ol' vitamin C, boosting that immune system. Even worse, what do I do now? Whenever I got sick, I drank OJ to make myself feel better. Now what? I drink that which has become my enemy? That which I consumed, now consumes me (there's my philosophical shot at the moon statement). I can't even stand looking at orange juice, let alone orange products like orange chicken. I'm almost on the verge of boycotting citrus products in general, minus Sprite. I'll take my apple, pear, or grape juice instead, thank you very much.
And thank you for stopping by. Stay healthy and stay hungry. There's no need to be getting sick in this busy world of ours. Remember, it's a jungle out there.
-jdv
