The average Tennessee home consumes only 15,600 kilowatt hours in a year.

This is definitely one for the Republican’s quiver.

However, I view it a bit differently. It’s like this. As someone who helps companies recycle, those projects have a heck of a lot more impact than the recycling Anke and I do at home.

So I don’t sweat it, when I occasionally chuck a plastic container or can in the trash.

By the same reasoning, Old Al has definitely earned the right to burn up all that extra energy, don’t you think?

The good news is that Gore signed up for the Green Power Switch program through the TVA, so he is using renewable energy.  Reportedly, solar panels are being installed as well.

I was going to write about Griffin starting Preschool and the thoughts I was having on the way to Orientation tonight, and how we did our good deed for the day by calling the Police when we spotted a pickup truck that had rolled out of a driveway and was blocking a street – a street without any streetlights, but I just had a real live worm in my mouth and that’s pretty darn disgusting!

OK, now I know how easy it is for the media to trump true news with sensational drivel.

I’m working away on a sales letter I’ve been pouring my heart and soul into for the past week or so, and I’m like “Damn, something’s biting me!”

So I lift up my shirt and look at my stomach and nothing’s there. To get a closer look, I put my shirt in my mouth and take a closer look. Nothing.

I spit my shirt out of my mouth and OHMYGOD! There’s something in my mouth! I jump to my feet and spit it out and it’s a worm!

The kind of worm that lives in corn.

I just got done putting all the vegetables away that we get each week from our CSA Farm (Community Supported Agriculture). It’s all organic and it’s been raining a lot, so one of the ears must’ve had a worm in it that got on my shirt.

This is just gross. I’m gonna go brush my teeth.

I was at soccer practice and Anke was running errands with G when her engine light came on. As luck would have it I checked my cell during a water break and saw that Anke called. Normally Anke knows better than to call during soccer, but she is my wife and is one of the few people that can interrupt me at anytime.

Anyway, she ended up waiting 2 hours for the tow truck! Yuck. To her credit she maintained her good spirits for most of it.

Today our preferred shop called and said that if it wasn’t simple, the repair could take several days because they are swamped. I’m thinking, “Oh terrific,” because we just played rotating child care for the past two weeks and now we’re a one car family!

The rotating child care thing was interesting. G’s summer preschool ended and he had a two week “vacation” between then and the start of the fall session. That meant that Anke and I had to work a flexible schedule, coordinating carefully with Grandma and Grandpa so we could both get some work done and honor important appointments. It was literally, “I got him for 3 hours, then I’ll drop him off with Grandma so they can go swimming, and then can you watch him until you go riding?”

Children really make your priorities clear, but they doesn’t mean that you aren’t hankering to move some projects forward and get stressed if you can’t. That’s what really hammered at me with the car problem.

As luck would have it, the shop just called and it’s just the ignition wires and it’ll be fixed this afternoon – for “just” $186 tops. Yipee.

Saturday we celebrated my 40th shooting Sporting Clays at the Waunakee Gun Club. I got a shooting vest as a gift which is great. I’ve only ever shot shotguns 4 times in my life and each time I like it more and more. I’m considering getting one which is not making Anke too happy.

Networking socially away from the business day and while not in business attire. Is a key activity and I find that the stranger the mix, the more casual the attire, the better the results. I think this is because people get more of a sense for one another.

The group was a good mix. An interesting mix of close personal friends and local business contacts who are becoming close friends. I mean, the business contact that came are the type I call at the end of the to BS with and to “keep me company on the ride home.”

Not that I orchestrated the group (because you never know who can make such things), but at the Gun Club we had a Northwestern Mutual Life rep; the top Schwab rep in the country (number 1 out of 1,300); the VP of Client Relations for a company that provides online tools to manage people; a home inspector; the President of a company that aligns, calibrates and certifies laser targeting systems for hospitals and clinics; the summer school administrator for the local school district; a 14 year old; a stay at home dad; and a Health Coach.

Out of 50, I got 32, good enough for 2nd place. Rich Rodriguez got 38 and two or three others each got 31. We shared two shotguns amongst the group and interestingly the gun owners had the lowest scores. Hmmm.