You’ll have to hang in there while I document all of our first baby experiences over the coming weeks. As you can probably understand, my wife and I are quite nervous and it’s sort of the only thing on our minds these days.
I’ve always heard the term “nesting” thrown around when referring to pregnant women, but it never meant anything to me until a few weeks ago.
As you may know, my wife and I are getting close to welcoming our first child, so her motherly instincts are currently in overdrive.
So much so that I’m having a hard time keeping up.
It’s been about a month since I gave my way-too-early high school football predictions for the 2017 season, and I thought now would be a good time to check in on how it’s going.
Before I do that, however, I want to tell you about another predection.
I’m no longtime boxing fan, but a little ignorance has never stopped me from offering an opinion on anything else, so I have a few thoughts on McGregor/Mayweather.
I’ll start with this: $100 to watch that fight was too rich for my blood.
I haven’t spent a lot of time writing about this, but I’m getting ready to have a baby in a month.
Having known this truth since February, I’ve had time to go through the various stages of anxiety.
Some of my earliest memories in life are of Joe’s Ice Cream Parlor in Easley.
I remember sitting in a booth, dipping cut up hot dogs in ketchup, watching as my parents laughed and joked with Joe Lesley.
We always went to Joe’s. Everybody in Easley did.
I’ve said this in past columns, but it’s worth repeating: I’m terrible at the game of golf.
I love it.
Boy, do I love it.
But I’m not good at it.
I’ve always heard the expression “you can’t outwork a bad diet,” but I’ve honestly never understood it.
To me, diet and exercise and weight loss (something I have too much experience with lately) always boiled down to one thing: calories.
I don’t know how far down the list my buddy had to go to get to me, but last week, he called to ask if I would play in a 3-on-3 basketball tournament.
For those that don’t know me well, I will respond “yes” to any basketball invitation. A 3-on-3 tournament with money on the line is certainly no exception.
I didn’t realize this until last week, but there are a lot of sports I have no idea why I don’t play anymore.