Man...I really need to post more. I mean, it's been almost 5 months. Where have I been, and what have I been doing?

Hard to say. It's been a long winter. After the Benny Cowgill raffle, time went fast and slow at the same time-if that makes any sense. Christmas was good. Relaxing.

New Year's eve at the Bistro with Paul and Liz.

Feburary was, well, February.

March went to Athens for OGT testing.

And here we are...it's almost April.

Now I don't claim that my life is boring. Nor do I claim that it is fun filled and action packed. But it certainly is busy.

So througout all of the last few months, we have been extremely busy. We are expecting our baby sometime in May (around the 22nd). We now know that it is a boy. Wendy and I are leaning toward the name Cooper Guild. She picked Cooper and I chose Guild.

Here's the story behind that:

One night I was playing my brother's guitar (which I suck at). It is a beautiful "Guild" guitar deep red in color and sound. If there was one object that personified Bubba's life, it would most certainly be this. So, I am home with the dogs one night, playing what I think sounds good to me, and I look down at the neck of his guitar and see the word "Guild". I thought what a perfect name, and way to remember my brother, without naming my son "Brian". Not that there is anything wrong with the name "Brian", but I think there is certainly more meaning, and symbolism behing the name "Guild". There is a story there. It shows passion about what my brother did with his life. His life was music, and his guitars were his life. There were few moments that I lived with Bubba where I came home, and he wasn't strumming a guitar. It's just what he did...and what he did well. I will forever be envious of his ability. Try as I might, I will never play as beautifully as he did.

So that's the story of my son's name.

Smile...today could be your last.