It struck me as I was driving home last night at close to 8pm how much of my life doesn’t belong to me. Most days, I’m here at the station for meetings by 9am. I’m lucky if I’m home by 7:30. I see my life flying by not as MY life, but as an employee and a daddy and not much else. By the time I get my son to bed it’s 9pm. I do some chores, then it’s off to bed. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, I love my son, but the candle is burning at both ends and at some point I’m going to need a break. I have no idea where that break is going to come from though.

    I bought an RV last fall and have it set up in a campground a few yards from my parents RV. My original intention was to spend weekends with my son, my parents, and relatives who would be hanging out with us. I can already see that plan going down the tubes. I’ll be working LOTS of weekends this summer. One saturday on the air. No big deal. Add in concerts, charity events, and all of a sudden I’m down to a handful of weekends off over the entire summer. I’m thrilled to be gainfully employed, but I also want to be a good daddy and spend time with my son. I’m not even getting into “me” time, as a single father that doesn’t exist any more. I’m lucky if I have time to do the dishes let alone pick up a book. I know I’m not the only person in this situation. How in the world do you find time for yourself?!

      This is only the beginning. I’m reading a news account of a 20 year old girl in Pembroke who drove her car into a tree. Not because a kid on a bike swerved into her path or the wheel fell off her car, but because she was distracted while sending a text message. Mark my words, this is the first of many accidents we’re going to hear about attributed to idiots sending text messages while they are driving. I almost became one of these statistics a few weeks ago. I was driving home on 490 after working at Daisy Dukes when I was almost forced into one of the cement barriors that has been set up for the construction project. Ok, stuff happens. I hit the brakes, backed off from the car next to me and went on my way. What I saw next REALLY made me angry. The girl driving ahead of me was texting on her cell phone. I was up in a truck looking down into her car and it was obvious what was happening. As I followed this genius down 490 I observed her weaving all over the road. She almost put two other vehicles into the wall. Guess what? She NEVER noticed. Her head never turned, nor did she react to the evasive manuvers other drivers were taking. When I pulled up behind her on the Latta road exit she sat at a green light for about 20 seconds before she realized the light had changed.

    A message to that driver: My life is more important than your damn text message. My kid only has one parent left, so he kinda needs me. Hang up and drive. Maybe I can put this in language you’ll understand. I’m not lol. U R AN IDIOT.    

Ok, Maybe not REALLY the devil, but he does do one SPOOKY CREEPY version of him in a new movie called “Trailer park of terror.” Yes, a slasher flick set in a trailer park, the concept is not all that original, but this is one of those artsy/slasher/hey society look in the mirror all rolled up into one kind of movies. The really funny part is, Trace doesn’t have any make up on! Looks like he could have been plucked off his latest music video set. I’ve always felt Trace Adkins is one of the most underrated guys in Nashville. He did an AMAZING job playing the devil in this movie, and I hope this flick takes him to the next level. I really believe he could be a bigger star in Hollywood than he is in Nashville. If you want to check out a clip of the movie click here. If you’d like to learn more about the movie, click here. WARNING **This stuff is PG-13ish.**