John Oubre Henderson

I haven't blogged in quite some time.  More than a couple of years, I believe.  I wrote this for facebook and decided to post it here as well.
Its taken me forever to speak publicly about my brother John Oubre Henderson. I never want to do anything for sympathy or to exploit him or his memory. I’ve rewritten this, edited it, almost deleted, but I’m just feeling like it is time to finally put something out into the world. It’s been two years.
Two years since I got a phone call and rushed to the hospital, only to find out I was too late. I keep thinking with time, this will get easier. For a while, I was able to pretend that he was still working in Colorado, or hanging out with the children of Antigua. The reality hits more and more, each day...he’s not coming back. So, I try to remember conversations, or how he would respond to something I would say to him. I’ll always be able to remember how he looks, as my house has his image all over. There are days when I’m Ok. But a song will …

Best Days of Our Lives?

I ran into someone that I hadn't seen in a really long time.  She said something to the effect of wanting to go back to her High School days.
This is a statement that's not something new to me.  I've heard it from many folks.  They like to tell High School stories, more than what they've been up to lately.  "Hey, remember when...?"

It really got me thinking.  I wouldn't go back to those days.  I really like being an adult.
Here's why.
When I was in High School, we lived in a very rural area of Alabama.  Which is saying something.
There were a set of rules for every day of the week.

1. Sundays.  Get up and go to Church.  Didn't want to.  Had to.  Eat lunch, do whatever around the house that Dad or Mom needed to get done.  Do homework, or study.  Probably go to work.
2. Mondays. Get up and go to school.  Probably get picked on by some jackass.  Never get noticed by girls, because they all want the jock guys.  Most likely go to work, come home, do …

Vegan Before Six? Me? Surely You Jest!

I tweeted a joke a few weeks ago about anyone knowing a way to help loose weight that didn't involve exercise, extreme diets, or copious amounts of cocaine.

My friend Nick suggested this diet he was on called VB6, or Vegan Before Six; created by Mark Bittman.  Pretty straight forward and simple.  You eat Vegan before 6pm.  After 6, you're allowed to be carnivorous if you like.  But best if you eat unprocessed stuff, like fruit and vegetables from the farmers market.   Which we do, a lot.

Didn't seem like such a daunting task, as what would I have to cut out or add in to my daily routine?

Breakfast Before:  Normally don't eat anything.  Drink 2-3 cups of coffee.
What I had to change:  Actually eat breakfast.
Breakfast Now:  Publix deli peanut butter (which is just smashed nuts, nothing else) over toasted whole grain bread, with some home made apple jam.  Or oats with almond milk, and a spoonful of my apple jam, that I've taken to call Come Bite the Apple Jam.  In h…

The Game Room...completed

I've been kind of moving things in and out of this one room in our house since we first moved in.  The room is an extra bedroom, and was considered day one as what ever I want to do with it.

At one point, it was a lounge area, with couches and foosball table.  But that shit was too crowded.  Then it became a catch-all sort of room.  Then, Kell's work out space.  Then my work out space.

I started buying vinyl records again, and since my big ass late 60s record player/piece of furniture was housed in there, it became the music room.

Then I built a gaming PC, and needed it to be near the router.  So, I decided that I would be gaming in that room.

We got new couches, so the old one's moved in, along with a new chair.  Still wasn't right.

Added a rug, some more posters, a new record player and a sort of coffee table.  Getting there.

Got rid of the gaming chair, moved some tables around, adjusted everything into a den like shape.
Now, its perfect.  I've got a larger lcd…

Finish That Sentence: Link-Up

Found through my wife's blog at

My best friend says... things that get me in some odd predicaments

People call me... not a lot.  Mostly just text.  I hate talking on the phone.
The best part of my day... When we get home and I'm able to move from work clothes to lay about clothes.  My dog and I have a ritual where we "go crazy".  Which means I make her run through the house back and forth. 

I really don't understand... Quantum Physics.  But I'm close.

I get really annoyed... 24 hour news channels.

There's nothing like a... getting something you ordered in the mail.

Lately, I can't get enough... Vinyl Records.  Its become really addicting.

One thing I am NOT is... a gun owner.

I spent too much money on... I never really feel like I spent too much money, usually just the right amount.  Bills aren't late, so I'm good.

I want to learn.... everything.

If I ever met Jake in real life , I would... offer to buy a beer.

I can't st…

Continuing On With My 2013 Overhaul.

As I blogged before, I've done somethings this year that I've never done before (built my own computer) and quit some things I've been kicking around for a while: Facebook, Cable & Nail Biting.
But I really wanted to do more and change more.

1. Explore new bands that I haven't really listened to before.
    A. On Vinyl
    B. From small or local Record Stores.

I've decided to start experimenting with different bands that I've known about, heard great things about, but never really listened to before.  So, I started with Mudhoney and Sleater-Kinney.  Both of which, I've seen open for Pearl Jam.
So, I bought a couple of albums on vinyl...and they had MP3 download codes with them.  Which is a big plus for me, as I like to keep all my tracks on Google Music to be played anywhere.
I fell in love with both Albums.
So, when we were at Grimey's in Nashville, I bought some more Mudhoney (and I Pearl Jam vinyl I've had my eyes out for.).
I could easily g…

Why I Left Facebook.

I stopped logging into Facebook just about a month ago, and last week, had to finally deactivate.

Facebook became a chore.

It was no longer fun to log in and see what my friends and family were posting.  It had become a hotbed for idiotic political posts.

At first I had tried filters just to change what people posted, then hiding posts.  Then, just trying to let people know that what they were posting just wasn't true.  It became an exercise in futility.  I was getting angry with people that I spoke very little to in real life.

I really want to like people that I don't associate with all the time, and their Facebook updates was making it impossible.  Facebook had been turned into FOX News but turned up to eleven.  (Sorry Kell). Kind of like how myspace had become some kind of glittery ghetto of Mtv.

Then, the story I read about Facebook making Billions (with a "B") and not having to pay any State or Federal taxes, and even getting refunds up to 500 Million (with a &…