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Months With R’s

“Spinning around in circles, living it day to day,
and still, 24 hours, maybe 60 good years,
it’s really not that long a stay.” ~ Jimmy Buffett – Cowboy In The Jungle

I hope to have many more trips around the sun before I venture to the great Beyond.  In the meantime, I am basking in the joy that, for me at least, comes in celebrating the end of August.

We are just a couple of days into September and yesterday could not have been more perfect.  I started off the day in the best room of the house…our screened porch, with a cup of ‘nectar from the gods’ in one of my ‘game day’ mugs and it was so cool outside, I needed a blanket over my legs.  (Grabbing a blanket was a quicker option than changing from shorts.)

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My beloved Bulldogs played a good game, I completed one of those projects I have been hitting the snooze button on for many months and the end result was great!

We kicked off a new season of ‘Time For Dervin’ (www.timefordervin.com) and the early feedback has been exciting.

I got to start playing my ‘A Nip In The Air’ playlist, which are songs that remind me past autumns, cooler weather and, of course, months with r’s.

College football, oysters back in season, breakout the sweatshirts, sweaters, apple scented candles, trips to north Georgia, hot chocolate and fires.

Now, I am up early enjoying the day of rest and looking forward to just that.  I intend to milk every day I can while during this season because it seems time continues to fly.

More laughing, more simplicity…less of anything else.

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Time Flies And Searching For Ray Willey

Every time I post, I promise to post more often.

I have been on a roll posting on my business blog ‘Building New Business’ (www.buildingnewbusiness.com) and on LinkedIn but I really would like to be more active here.

August is just underway and I am counting the days until the months have ‘Rs’.  July and August are my least favorite months of the year.  The only thing I like about them are the late afternoon thunderstorms.

Months with Rs mean football, more specifically college football, oysters are back in seasons, camping weather, sweatshirt weather, the bugs go into hiding, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, fire in the fireplace, hot chocolate and so much more.

Lane and I are looking to move to Ellijay as soon as we can.  Last week we actually met with a Realtor and toured a home that was, on paper, pretty close to perfect.  11 acres on a lake, no neighbors could be seen from the property, a smaller, three level home.  However, we realize we are still a few years off.  We still have our site http://www.moving2ellijay.com and I will keep running our ‘Looking For Land’ ad in the local papers from time to time…just in case.

In the mean time, I have been working on a new season of ‘Time For Dervin’ and a second book.  I am also in the process of beginning editing my first business book.  I’ve been learning Protools and hope to do some serious recording in the cooler months.

OK, that’s all for now, it is Sunday evening and my routine involves me getting everything ready to rock on roll for a new week of churning the wheels of commerce…I like to hit the ground running on Monday morning.

Finally, I am working on a new website, ‘Where Is Ray Willey’.  I am trying to track down the alledged CEO of Historic Properties (www.historicpropertiesinc.com) NOTE: The link no longer works.

Ray Willey took Steve Miller’s ‘advice’ and ‘took the money and ran.’  Time to track him down.

 

 

Ellijay Coffee Shop (Formerly Known As The Martyn House)

Every now and then you find something that truly gives meaning to the word ‘special’.

This weekend I found ‘The Martyn House Espresso Bar and Bistro’ in Ellijay, GA.

If I had the ability to pull from my mind all the thoughts, dreams and ideas of what would make my perfect coffee shop, they have been found at the Martyn House.

Often, when one finds a ‘best kept secret’ they want to keep it just that, a secret…something to keep to themselves.  However, this is not in this case.

I want everyone to experience this amazing and unique coffee shop.  I want it to thrive and flourish.  I want it to be tough to find a seat but worth the wait.  I want to run into fellow coffee lovers and it somehow come up in the conversation and I want to get excited when I walk in the door each time I visit.

Most of all, I want it to stay exactly the same.

Visit their website by clicking here

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Time Flies

Holy cow, it has been well over a year since I last posted something on here.

I am sipping a cup of afternoon coffee, in the mountains of north Georgia after four days of getting caught up on the reading I promised myself to read…and for me, reading is what makes me want to write.

This will be short but I at least wanted to dust off this space and publicly profess to try to visit here more often.

In the meantime, I still have a bit more reading to do to fully accomplish all that I wanted to do on this trip so I will end for now.

More soon…I hope.

A Return To Paradise

Tonight, I will be heading back to the best place on Earth…Athens, Georgia.

Not only will I be going back to Athens, I will be going back with my brother and two great friends.

Not only will I be going back to Athens with my brother and two great friends, we will be eating cheeseburgers at The Grill

Not only will I be going back to Athens with my brother and two great friends, eating cheeseburgers at the Grill, we will be hearing live music.

Not only will I be going back to Athens with my brother and two great friends, eating cheeseburgers at the Grill, hearing live music at the Georgia Theater.

Pretty cool!

Dust In The Wind

Just shy a the one year mark since my last post, I am dusting the ole blog site.

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Hopefully, I can make posting on here a more frequent event.

In the mean time, I am going to get my Daddy and have him hang out with us for the day.

Rock on!

Bobby ‘D’

Bobby Darnell’s – ‘Plug-In Play Collaboration Modules’

I have been very fortunate in my life to be surrounded by very creative people.  Several of my friends make their living by being creative, others like Dr. Michael Kinsley, a friend since childhood, express their creativity on a part-time basis.

Years ago, Michael started ‘Center Stage For Christ’, a local theater group, and has written several plays that have made it to the stage.

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As much as I would like to have a few screenplays under my belt, time seems to be limited. However, Recently I was able to carve out some time and created something to help scratch that itch.

Introducing – Bobby Darnell’s ‘Plug-In Play Collaboration Modules’

(Get it!?  Plug in Play!)

Since I don’t have time to write an entire play, I created these small tidbits that can be used in a play, movie or whatever.  They will not disrupt the feel or mode of the scene but will add a bit of flavor beyond the main author.

Let me know what you think:

Pencil Please

Character A:  “Oh, by the way, do you have a pencil I could borrow?”

Character B:  “A pencil…how about a pen?”

Character A:  “Well, I know beggars can’t be choosers but, yes, a pencil if you have one.”

Character B:  “I could be wrong but I am pretty sure I don’t have a pencil.”  (Looks around for a pencil)  “Nope, sorry, no pencil, here’s a pen.”

Character A:  (With a furrowed brow and a shrug)  “Uh, OK…thanks.”


Windy Day

Character A:  “Oh, excuse me, but real quick…before I forget, did you notice how windy it was yesterday?”

Character B:  “Windy…not really.”

Character A:  “Are you kidding me, it was pretty amazing!”

Character B:  “Well, I really only went out during lunch.”

Character A:  “I am not kidding you, it was very, very, unseasonably windy.  Now, what were you saying?”


Guess Who?

Character A:  “Don’t let me forget to tell you who I saw last week.”

Character B:  “Go ahead and tell me now because I doubt I will remember to ask.”

Character A:  “Carol.”

Character B:  “Carol, Carol who?”

Character A:  “You know, Carol from the Office Supply store.”

Character B:  “I have no idea who you are talking about.”

Character A:  “Hmmm…I thought you knew Carol.”

So, feel free to have me as a co-writer anytime, royalty free!  Pretty cool eh?

(We can hash out the credit details later.)

To learn more about Michael’s Group click here

As always, feel free to hip me to any typos…thanks!

The Bulldozer

We all have seen them, sitting by the side of the road, patches of rust scattered here and there, day after day after day…all alone at some apparently stalled construction project.

When I see one of these I cannot help but to think of the following scenario.

Setting: A small conference room table at a small, but growing, civil contractor’s office.

Ned – Owner: “Well guys, I have some good news! I just got back from our accountant’s office and it looks like we are going to be able to buy that new bulldozer.”

Sam – Foreman: “This is great, now we can price more, and larger, projects.”

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Fast forward to the local bulldozer dealer and we see Ned and Sam looking over the latest models, eagerly asking questions, soaking in all the information and learning about all the latest features.

Hours go by and, buzzing with excitement, they finally pull the trigger on a new bulldozer!

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Fast forward to the first day on the job for the shiny new ‘dozer: Ned, who rarely ‘gets dirty’ any more puts in a full 9+ hours running the new machine. He is thrilled!

The day ends and Sam and the crew help Ned get the new bulldozer situated back on the trailer to return to the shop where it will be hosed down and put under cover much like a prized thoroughbred.

From Showroom Floor to Forgotten

From Showroom Floor to Forgotten

Fast forward to today, where we see what was once a shiny new bulldozer, sitting on the side of the road so far removed from the ‘fresh off the assembly line’ look of days gone by. Sitting alone with just the elements as company.

I like to think about how many jobs that bulldozer did, how many weeks passed before Ned found his ROI, how many stories are now told because of this magnificent piece of equipment.

Then…what I like to think about is this: There was one day, one single, solitary moment, when Sam, after a finite number of projects and long days and much effort of guiding the new machine back on the trailer to return the shop finally said, “Ahhhh…fergit it, let’s just leave it out here, no one’s gonna do anything.”

And then…they left the bulldozer on the jobsite for the first time.

The day that happened, I wonder what Ned had for breakfast that morning.

Happy Two

The oldest memory I own is the day we got our puppy, Mitzi. I was not quite three years old but I distinctly remember taking her to my grandmother’s to show her.

Mitzi was with us until I was 17. I was sick and home from school the day she passed away and that was my first introduction to the sting of death. She was the personification of why I believe every child should have a dog. She was sweet, loving and if it is possible, she was a humble creature. Mitzi was definitely an ‘outside’ dog and really did not like coming in the house except when it stormed and the 14 or so years we had her, she was definitely part of the family.

Fast forward to about five years ago when the idea of getting a dog for the girls started percolating and I received a call from a friend who knew the status. She called me and said, “I know you told me you are just thinking about a dog but there is a ‘Jackapoo’ at my vet’s office and she is up for adoption.”

Since I work from home, it was easy to sneak out and try to see the puppy on my own. However, for some reason, that did not happen. Lane met me at the veterinarian’s office and when they brought out Coco, she was shaking like leaf and before they could put her on the table, the directive was set. “We are not leaving this baby here.”

Since Mitzi was an outdoor dog, I grew up thinking that is where they belonged. I was never much of a fan of indoor dogs and was determined that Coco would carry on Mitiz’s fine tradition of keeping our back door free from intruders, twenty four hours a day.

To make a long story short, we brought Coco home and she went from being an outside dog, to a ‘she can be in the basement only’ dog to sleeping on our bed that first night dog. I caved like a house of cards all in about five hours.

Coco was a special dog in many ways. She not only melted my heart but renewed the love my parents had for our beloved Mitzi as well. I will never forget how Coco would greet me when I had been away on business for a few days. She would spin like a top until I could reach down and pick her up. I will never forget how she would love to share a nap with me, in my lap, on my big ‘Daddy’s Chair’ on Sunday afternoons.

Coco waiting for Lane and the girls to come home.

Coco waiting for Lane and the girls to come home.

We lost Coco a few years back and I still miss her terribly. I have a picture in my office of her sitting in the garage, looking up the road just waiting for Lane and girls to come home. I took it with my Blackberry on a whim and have no doubt it is one of the finest photographs I have ever taken. It has been said that ‘Dogs’ lives are too short, which is their only fault, really.’ and that was truly her only one.

I believe I made it about a week before I knew what I had to do. I had to get a new puppy. No dog could ever replace Coco but I knew that a new one could replace that new ‘dog shaped void’ in our lives. So, once again, I headed out the door just to look at puppies and once again, I was an easy sell.

Two years ago this week, Sophie moved in with us and the joy that little pooch has given me is immeasurable. Instead of spinning, she likes to stand up on her hind legs ‘reaching’ for me. Like Coco, she loves to play tug of war’ and chase her rope ‘bone’. She loves to chase any life form larger than a stick of butter and has successfully kept our home free from all direct chipmunk, squirrel, deer and/or bear attacks and for that, we are grateful. Like everyone else under this roof, Sophie is not without a nickname or two and I am so thankful God has blessed us with our little ‘Choochee’.

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Today was a pretty tough day but now that it is almost over, I will try to bury that which I don’t want to carry over to tomorrow and I will spend a little time with Sophie before turning in. In doing so, I am reminded of the old saying that one reason a dog can be such a comfort when you’re feeling blue is that she doesn’t try to find out why.

Happy Birthday Sophie…