me and T (thanks Dan)

LOG ROLLER

Yes. The Log Roller. Not A log roller, THE Log Roller. I am so glad someone has said it. I have spent an inordinate amount of time saying the same thing. Where on god's green earth is the log roller? Ah, the log roller. TMO, buddy, do you remember the log roller? Man. Those were the days. May I add, HElllllll-OOOOOOOOOO. My sides hurt. 

Miss Him

Damn. Like I was telling DAn, there are days that I feel like calling the T for an update, just to see how things are going and get  a little inspiration. Today, like lots of 'em lately is one of those days. T, I miss you. Call me. -m

FUN, FUN, FUN

From: Angela White-Tragus, Austin, TX

New Year's eve, my husband Nick really wanted to wrestle with TMo.  I'm not sure why.  Maybe because he was the only one that would step up to the challenge and rough-house a little.  The result ended in TMo giving piggy-back rides.  TMo then proceeded to pretend he was going to jump over the fire.  He had done this once before and ended up being loaded into a pick-up and taken to the hospital with broken bones.  I was all over him, "TMo, you can't do this!  I will push you down before you try any fire tricks at my house."  He dangled his leg over the fire and then told me he was kidding.  Little things mean alot. - Angela

Truckin

Roadside, OK.