my sandbox

This blog is my sandbox, my domain, my rules, my opportunity to practice free speech. If you don't like that, then you're welcome not to come back.

I have tried to keep the language between what would be considered PG by chance that an unsupervised youngin might land here looking for information about your hero and mine, Peyton Manning. (With the exception of one post that I can think of in the past 2 1/2 years.)

This is my gift to parents who don't monitor their children. I might watch the language I use, but I don't pull punches when things push my buttons.

I'd argue that I don't have a lot of buttons, either. Especially in the world of blogs. If I don't like what's written on someone else's blog, I don't go back. It's that easy. It's not my place to leave messages saying that I don't like what or how they posted or whatnot. It's their sandbox, and I go back to mine.

It's easy like Sunday morning.

The real purpose of this blog is to inform close friends and family about the boring drama in the lives of two full-blooded Tennesseans stuck in the land of Uglyhoma. It's a way to stay in touch without chunking up gas on I-40.

In short, this can be summed up by a quote from the great philosopher of our time, E. Cartman, on South Park, "Whateva! I do what I want!"

* Besides, if you don't like "The Bruce is Loose", then you must not be a Vol fan. This is the update: we're 26 and 3. The best season in the history of the program is a reason to celebrate. If this bothers you, you're the one with the problem - not me.