Rachel Ray Dog food--Really, Let me go.

It is no surprise that I "dumped" Rachel Ray for Sarah Palin--I was upfront and honest about the entire thing, and my wife Sue can attest to that.

Well, Rachel is obviously having a hard time "letting go"--in the mail today i received from her via Kroger a sample of her new dog food--I suspect that, even though theres no direct reference to me, that she is doing this as a way to get even with me for breaking her heart.

Rachel-Baby, Honey, Sugar, love bug, Dumpling, Angel.....Let it go. It is better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all. We still have 30 Minute meals...And I still have your cookbooks.

Time heals.

This is POOT!

Dear Christopher Riley Fisher, aka "POOT".

I didn't give you that name, your Momma did. In fact, she called me from the hospital the day she brought you home and said "Daddy I decided to call him "Poot" because that's all he does."

I told her she should be careful because a name like that could stick. Well, you turn one year old in a couple days, and the name has stuck. She has tried calling you a variety of other names, and when shes around other folks she will call you Chris, or Christopher. Sometimes when you are digging in the dogs food or water bowl she will call you Christopher Riley Fisher--she does that to impress your Grandma and I that she can show "Tuff Love" when she needs to. Truth is she is a cream puff when it comes to her Pootie. She adores you and you adore her back. She is a good mom, too (Grandma said so). You two are quite a pair. But you're the POOT. I apologize for any trouble this will cause you in later years.

Its hard to believe you have been with us a year already. You have been a good boy and you keep us all entertained. You also make us complete. Aunt Lyndsay thinks you're tops--Uncle Joe will never admit to it but he thinks you're a rascal. It just may be--that you are a Grandmas boy...That's a good thing, because I was a Grandmas boy too. I hope you love your grandma half as much as I loved mine.

And now, a year later, and you are crawling all over the place, playing with the dogs, getting into everything, and even beginning to talk real words.

Hold on, Poot. It gets better. Remember a few things along the way, though.

1) Red White and Blue, Forever. These colors don't run.

2) Baseball Rules!

3) The Army gets it done. All other branches of service are merely "Helpers".

4) The remote control is your birthright.

5) Never eat "healthy" cereal.

6) If you ever need anything, all you have to do is call "POPs"--that's me.

We wouldn't take a million bucks for you. Thanks for being here.

Happy Birthday, Poot!

Love, Pops

Half Naked Cheerleader (Mans Best Friend?)

Joe Fisher, forever known as Mans best Friend, is now 16 years old and his favorite pastimes besides baseball and electric guitars is wrestling his middle aged father to the ground until he says Uncle---or threatens to ground him.

A Full fledged High schooler at newly formed Howard High, he was recently coerced into membership as a half naked cheerleader at the homecoming football game. (the skinny "S" third from left)

His mother and me have done some studying on this, and figured out why he and the rest of his cohorts all were so quick to become HNCs (half naked cheerleaders)..It is because young ladies perform the ritual of painting on the letters. When we dropped him off at the stadium with his buddies, you could smell the paint as it was being applied to bare chests of teenaged boys. On second thought, maybe the smell was testosterone. Ah, youth.

Coldest State- Hottest Governor

I admit to you openly and without shame that I think Sarah Palin is the hotness. I tried to listen to her speech on the issues at hand, but I am distracted by her good looks, quite frankly. When she was officially was announced during the McCain Veepstakes, I immediately sent word to my real best girl wifey Sue that, "From this moment on, I am officially kicking Rachael Ray to the curb.."

She hunts, fishes, and has a houseful of kids. She would fit right in here in Georgia. We could do a damn site worse in Washington. Maybe what we need is a womans touch.

I am smitten.