Nostalgic picture angle for guy on trial

That’s one serious flat top! Totally did a double take thinking that kid was Kid from Kid n Play. Turns out it’s the Vanderbilt rape case. Plus Kid was the white one. #totallynotthesamething

My Trip to Vanderbilt for a Body Fat Analysis

Anything you’re willing to do on your lunch break is an addiction. Some people smoke. Some eat food. Me and my friend at work? No, we’re not that normal. We get in my car and drive to Vanderbilt Hospital for a silly annual competition that’s very annual, and actually anything but silly. It all started in 2010 when some medical people came to CMT for health screenings. They mostly just check the basics: heart rate, blood pressure, cholestoral levels, that sort of thing. They also measure body fat percentage. For 4 years this is the measurement my friend and I competed in. Two of those he was less fat, and two I was less, which lead us to 2014. A must-win situation because it’s the all-important tie-breaker. We arrived at work that day of the health assessment with excitement only to find out the Tanita Body Composition Analyzer was nowhere in sight! Are you kidding me? I’m just glad they took my blood pressure before I knew the machine wasn’t there. Will we have to wait another year for the tie-breaking numbers? Devastation ensued. That is, until Jill Brewster saved the day! She said to come by Vanderbilt later that day and she’ll break out Tanita for our annual battle.

Long story short, you’re reading the blog of the 2014 victor! Feel free to clap as long as you want. Although, I don’t know what’s more nerdy. That he and I have a body fat competition 5 years running, or that I’m excited enough to write about it. But it does give me an idea for another post. I’m thinking I’ll call it, “Valid reasons I’m still single.”

-Out of the Wilderness

A Few Things About Nashvillians

You volunteer to take your friend to the airport because you’re their friend and the gas around there is usually about 10 cents cheaper than anywhere else.

You don’t know if Franklin is a suburb of Nashville, or it’s own city.

While driving through the intersection of Edmonson Pike and Nolensville Road, you wonder which corner is actually Nipper’s.

You’re afraid to leave your car unprotected while you watch a movie at 100 Oaks Theater.

You’ve used the pedestrian bridge in downtown Nashville as your personal workout facility.

Listening to 107.5 on your way to work, you smile just a little when you hear “…it’s definitely not a Nashville party” in Miley Cyrus’ song.

You’re tired of Interstate 440 being “closed” on the weekends.

You work in Franklin, live in Hermitage, shop in Green Hills, leave East Nashville before nightfall, and have seen the ferris wheel at Carnival Kia in Antioch.

You think that driving 4 hours to IKEA in Atlanta is worthwhile.

In the Fall of 2009 you wished for snow. In February 2010, you regretted it.

Because of the heavy heavy snow in early 2010, your car is still somewhere on interstate 65, abandoned. With a green sticker on it.

Your snow sled was a piece of cardboard.

You will drive faster through a yellow light if the intersection doesn’t have traffic cameras.

You’ve seen more people turn left from the center lane than you can count.

When people ask you if the Pancake Pantry is good, you admit you’ve never been there.

Isn’t Vanderbilt in Nashville? Then why so many UT fans here? And why is UT the highlighted team on the local sports channel?

You’ve been to The Stadium Inn on the weekend for USWO Wrestling. Yes!

You skip the Tennessee State Fair but go to the Wilson County Fair, because let’s face it, it’s better.

You don’t like hockey, but you have friends that do.

You don’t have a boat, but you have friends that do.

You aren’t from here, and neither are your friends.