As I mentioned last week, I am killing the observations and replacing them with a weekly award gimmick that I creatively titled, The Nate Way Week in Awards. Basically, what I do here is look at last week's events (both in my life and in the news) and hand out weekly awards as I see fit. There is no rhyme or reason to any of this, but you're used to that by now. <br />
A Day in the Life of a Crappy Photographer
Picking them Games Without Focus
Men are Stupid
Me: Do you have any idea how awesome I am?<br />Court: Umm? I have some idea.<br />Me: I just took a Heineken Girl home from the bar, hooked up with her, and brought her back and I owe it all to stellar bongo play.<br />Court: Wait... What?
I'm Hungry
Awardy Monday
<p>Before we get to the picks, it's time for me to update you on the status of my meatheadedness. I am slowly but surely on my way to becoming meat. In one five week period, I lost six pounds of fat and gained seven pounds of muscle, taking me from 19% body fat to 15% body fat.
The personalized license plate has a special place in American lore. Nothing says, "I have more money than brains" or "I believe that I am actually helping some cause" or "You need to know my opinion" quite like a personalized license plate. And here in the great State of Florida, we have over eighty different ways for douchebags to display their personalities.
BJ, Catslut and Army Dude
Random Mom: You are my favorite umpire. You are so good with the boys.<br />Me: Thanks. They're usually good kids.<br />Random Mom: Do you ever baby-sit?<br />Me: No. No I don't. <br />Random Mom: Do you ever mommy-sit?<br />Me: Umm?<br />Random Mom: I'm just teasing. I'm married. <br />Me: Ahh?<br />Random Mom: But it'd still be nice to know if you would?
Nathan "Nate" DeGraaf