My Power Color

Your Power Color Is Gold

At Your Highest: You are engrossed in passions that mentally stimulate you. At Your Lowest: You seek thrills and neglect what's important in your life. In Love: You see dating as adventure and approach it with an open attitude. How You're Attractive: You passion for life makes others passionate about you. Your Eternal Question: "Am I Having Fun?"

What's" Your Power Color?

Thirty One

Yes, I am the big 31 today. Has it been a whole year already? Seems like I blinked and missed it. I'm feeling a little nostalgic (it happens to us old-timers).

Exactly ten years ago today, I was finally able to enter my first bar order my first shot and purchase my first keg...well...legally anyway. ;o) luckily, I had 6 or 7 fake IDs that got me through the previous four years or so. Now I'm not condoning the use of fake IDs (also an old-timer thing, I guess) but it sure helped out with the social aspects of my life. As the clock struck midnight, I launched said 6 or 7 IDs up into the air while my fellow ΣAE pledge brothers dove after them. I proceeded to the bar and wasn't going to stop until the sun came up.

Now I won't get into every detail here but my big-brother, and some other "active(s)" held out a sheet of paper. On this sheet of paper was a header, "The 21 Club", a column entitled "Shot" containing the numbers 1. through 21. and two columns for signatures. So for the visual people...

The 21 Club

Shot Signature Signature

1. __________ ___________
2. __________ ___________
etc...you get the idea.

The idea was that anyone who bought me a shot for my 21st birthday would write down the name of the shot, sign it and then I would in turn sign it as well. Of course they started me off with some of the worst shots imaginable at one of the worst dive bars imaginable: Prairie Fire, Wild Turkey, cheap tequila, Three Wise Men, Liquid Cocaine, RumpleMintz (which I later came to appreciate), Gold Schlager. Gradually, they moved on to easier shots: Sex on the Beach, Kamikaze...hell even vodka was better than some of the trash they made me do. Needless to say, my signature was far from legible around the 15th shot or so and by the 18th shot, it was no more than a zig-zag of a line. I never made it to 21.

Tally-hoe, it was off to Tiffany's (now it's PT's), we go. Upon entering this fine establishment, I was whisked on stage, had my hands and feet tied to a chair (apparently I was friendly...hey, it happens when I drink) and had my belt removed. I won't get into all the details here but I'm sure you get the picture.

I woke up the next morning freezing my booty off in my dorm wearing nothing more than my new Tiffany's boxers, my belt which was wrapped around my neck, lipstick "kisses" all over my face and head and my tie which was wrapped around my head (...thanks d*cks! You guys could have removed the belt for the love of all that's holy). As I scanned the room, I noticed people passed out all over the place. Aaaaaah yes, college. Gotta love it.

In any case...I may be old, but I sure don't feel it. Three cheers to my next thirty years.

The True Gentleman

The True Gentleman is the man whose conduct proceeds from good will and an acute sense of propriety and whose self-control is equal to all emergencies; who does not make the poor man conscious of his poverty, the obscure man of his obscurity, or any man of his inferiority or deformity; who is himself humbled if necessity compels him to humble another; who does not flatter wealth, cringe before power, or boast of his own possessions or achievements; who speaks with frankness but always with sincerity and sympathy; whose deed follows his word; who thinks of the rights and feelings of others rather than his own; and who appears well in any company; a man with whom honor is sacred and virtue safe.

- John Walter Wayland

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It's a little something I took back with me when I left Memphis. I strive to live up to these ideals and standards each day...with every word I utter and every action I take. I seem to fall short way too often. Fond memories are associated with this single sentence.

More Ronnie Pics...

I just got some pics of my God-daughter and I just had to share...

Will you look at that smile?!?! How can anyone say no to this face??? Uncle Jimmy is in trouuuuble!



And here's a pic of her with the pimped-out Minnie bib that I picked out for her in Sacto. I had a whole bag-o-goodies for her.