'Hey, It's Tiger..."

Whew, what a weekend.

Friday featured snow and me working until 9 p.m., which was absolutely terrible. Then Saturday I ran in and out of the mall and everywhere else. My wife and I did do a lot of our baby registering, which was not near as terrible as registering for our wedding.

To this day my wife and I still can't talk about the wedding without shuddering with a sickening feeling. It consumed everything, and transformed us all into surly jackasses hellbent on the search for misery. Those who I've let read pieces of, "The Plunge" either revel or quiver upon hearing what I went through. This past week I got to sit down a few evenings and work through some of the early chapters I hadn't visited in awhile. I'm pretty optimistic about getting through it in short order. After this week, work will slow down significantly and I'll get home earlier instead of at 7:45 p.m. Then it's a pot of coffee and a pocket full of dreams.

So, I've finally caved and created both Facebook and Twitter accounts. The iPhone just makes it too easy, and I decided I'd swallow my antisocial ways and self-promote some. If you haven't already, please look me up at:

www.twitter.com/tomcathey2

There's a link to my Facebook on the right side of the blog.

Most of my friends know that I'm a huge Tiger Woods fan, and I've been getting a lot of questions pertaining to Tiger's 'dalliances' and whether or not it affects my 'fan ship.' Well let me know say that no, it does not. I'm able to separate the preparation, skill and determination that he puts in to be the best in the world at what he does. I'm not so certain I'd work so hard as a uber-millionaire, but Tiger busts his tail (nice pun) to stay at the top of his game. Let me say though, that I emphatically disapprove of his infidelity. I'd never want my son to know that I was a cheater, and I'd never want the guilt. I know I'd never get over it. That said; c'mon Tiger. Voicemails? Steamy Text Messages? Illicit photos? NOT KEEPING A SEPARATE CELL PHONE? Dude, you're worth like, what, a billion dollars? Have one of your cronies, or Scott Van Pelt run out to Cricket and buy you a pay-as-you-go job for $39.95 per month. And please, if you're gonna cheat, go out in a blaze of glory. Don't put half of your financial worth on the table for a tribal-art-tattooed-tramp that looks like she walked out of 'Mel's Timeout Sports Bar' in Lindale, Texas.

Until Next Time...