Here I sit, all broken hearted....

All right, those of you who "get" the joke in the title...GROW UP!  You should NOT know how that line ends.  Sheesh, how old are you?

I'm sittin' in Nashville, and I'm thinkin'.

There are some deep thoughts, like when I wondered how long my career will keep me as happy as it does now.  Will I ever get bored with it?  Will I get to a salary cap that no longer keeps up with inflation?

Then, there are the random thoughts, like when I wondered how many bubbles, I mean the EXACT number, collect on the edge of my glass when I pour a Diet Coke.

Why all the shorty glasses in hotel rooms?  I'd like a big ol' tea glass, thankyouverymuch.

Why do hotels decorate with the weird patterns on the carpet?  None of us want this crap in our homes, so why do you think we would find it wonderful in your hotel?

8 TV screens on a wall in  your sports bar?  Volume on one of them?  Seriously.  What if the very game that I want to watch has no sound?  How can I hear the interesting banter of the play-by-play guys?  Who cares.  I don't watch baseball.  Never mind.

Why is it so important to have a tiny cell phone?  I need to be able to hang onto my phone.  Those tiny little stylish things don't seem practical at all.

One of our outfits that we wear at trade shows make me look like a hotel employee.  I saw one walk by today, and thought that my company had sent in reinforcements.

My dress shoes are 1/2 size too big.  I've worn them to 8 or more shows...just noticed today.

I like jazz. (shhhhhh)

Some sales folks try too hard, and tend to annoy the crap out of me if their booth is too near mine.  I cough into my hand while saying "bullshit!"  Then I laugh when their cell phone rings and it's a girlie ringtone.  HA! Wussy.

OK, enough random.  I'll be back with pictures in a bit.  I think.  But then again, I'm obviously thinking too much.