Yep, my wedding is August 11th 2007. Here in Atlanta, GA.
A lot has changed since I wrought a blog.
I have a one year old son and a great lady.
I also have a new job at a cool place...
www.dmgatlanta.com
I do miss seeing some of my friends but I understand
that your family comes first and if people can't make time for you because of that well...
You only get one chance to be a good dad.

Well once again I am hiting the road looking for work. You have to love big companies. One day they love you the next day you're not allowed to even sign off from your computer before they have their foot in your ass out the door. So here I trying to rethink things about work and my life. You know you have to set up some kind of plan and take the steps even if its one day at a time. This when you find out if the friends you thought you had are really there for you. Even if that comes down to just giving you a call once in a while. Well maybe this is what I needed to be able to get my butt back down to Atlanta. I have been missing a lot of my friends and god knows the weather is better, LOL. Now why did I study fine art in school, hummmm...

Yes, I was told this was bad and in a nice why I heard that chaos has its place. Oh well, I am not a writer but I will give the class the best shoot I can.... "Michael McDue and the Pear Shaped Like a Shoe" © There was a boy named Michael McDue. He was kind of like you. He loved to jump, he loved to run in the morning sun. He would run real fast and jump very high, then the wind would take him into the sky. Once on his way, the wind would glide and guide him all the way. If he ran fast enough and jumped high enough the wind would glide him to the school's front steps. So here he was in class feeling like today was a different day. For it was the first day his mom gave him lunch money instead of a P.B.J. It was odd of her to forget his lunch, but Grandpa McDue was coming to visit this very day. So maybe one could say that Mrs. McDue was not behaving in her normal way with grandpa McDue due today. Noon came with a sigh of relief for next they were going to study biology and he needed to eat. Off he ran to the lunchroom and found a line from there all the way to you. Once at the front of the line there wasn’t much left for him to choose. He did have a dollar-fifty-two; just enough to get the pear shaped like a shoe. It made him feel weird, it made him feel funny, but that is all he could get with his school lunch money. Back in class things only got worse. For the next thing he knew his feet smelt like glue!  He couldn’t wait until after school to ask his mom what to do. For now the kid in row two, who ate all the school paste, was starting to salivate. So he held his breath until he turned blue; so he could leave the room and the boy in row two. Once with the nurse she hadn’t a clue. So she let him call Mrs. McDue. Michael was in luck. Grandpa McDue was going to come pick him up. Grandpa McDue said it wasn’t all in his head but in the pear he ate instead. "Not to worry" said Grandpa McDue, "I have a good friend who will take care of you." With that said, off they sped. Once they arrived, Michael was surprised. Grandpa McDue took him to a place where shoes where replaced. An odd fellow with eyes of yellow opened the gate. "Howdy my boy! Boot Tooth Harry is the name. What seems to be the problem on this wonderful day?"   Michael McDue showed him feet that were really quite pink and full of stink. Then he went on to tell him about his mistake - the fruit that he ate. Without missing a beat, Mr. Boot Tooth grabbed both of his feet. "I think I know just what to do, I have a pair here just for you."   "Oh no, not another pear!"   "Not to worry my young friend, it's just a pair new of shoes for you." They looked neat and quite comfy. They where blue and gold and had wings sticking out of the sole. Now that his feet were inside he felt free of the funk the pear had left behind. Once again he knew he could fly.  With a jump and a leap he was off his feet. With a smile and a wave Michael McDue was on his way. Michael Kavanaugh 9-25-2004

I just want to say that I am sorry to the people I have deleted off of my friend's list here on myspace. I thought it was about time to do some spring cleaning on that list. I had people who asked to be my friend and then I never heard from them after I said "yes". I even e-mailed a few of you and still I heard nothing. I joined this site to make friends, meet people and maybe have some cool people to hang out with in NJ/NY. I really don't see the point to have someone on my friend's list that has no desire in the first place to be a friend but just another number. So "PLEASE", if you want to talk and get to know me, write me. Take care, Michael

Its been a day. I didn't go to work today. I had to meet the surgon. What a waste of time. Do they tell you "anything" about what is going to happen...Nope, they give you the most illustrated book for you to take home and look at over and over again. Its all to remind me how they are going to cut me open, humm. Now I gave him as big of a warning as I could, "if" he doesn't knock me out and I see a little indian man coming to knife me, we might have to throw down.(ha, ha) What a sight that would be, me half drugged up just remembering the last time he put his hands on me...Cough, cough... Nothing like the feeling of getting felt up by an old indian man, I tell ya. I used to be really shy about being nude but after all this hernia stuff... if I hear someone cough, I drop my paints. Oh wait, its me that is to be doing the coughing. P.S. Also... And if he doesn't drug me up enough and starts to walk towards with a knife, you know what I am going to start yelling at the poor man?? KALI MA ! SHAKTI DE !!! (from Indiana Jones 2) "dark mother give me strength" I might be able to get the surgery done for free because I would have a malpractice suit on my hands after he stab me. (Another way to make money, hummmmm) LOL

Its going to be one of those days. Its the glass is half full or its half empty day. I can look at my mishap on the subway this morning either way I guess. While on the cramped subway this morning I didn't know I would be pondering this. The train stopped I put my arm down at the same time the lady sitting under me with her large coffee got up. You ever see a basketball player slap a ball down... yep about the same effect. So the glass is half full-no coffee on her or me, plus its our stop. The glass is half empty-its on the rest of the people on the train.

I had the people laughing at work, again. They asked me how was my trip. I told them my ass is still swore. They where like "What" "stay from behind me"... I told them that we (Roger and myself) where bored (don't go there...) at Grandma's house. Its a retirement place for people 55 and over built on a golf course (all the home are around it). So since we had to wait 4 hours until we all went to diner... we took the golf cart out. I drove it first. You know that little thing can get up to 25 miles an hour. I was going as fast as it would go. We got blocked off by some old ladies. They told me that there where no tours a loud at these hours on the course. You know me, I know just what to say... I told them I ask my grandmother if we could take a look around since after "my grandfather's Funeral" we just needed to get out. You know, the ladies where all like, O' you must be one of the "Kavanaughs". (Grandpa used to take dad's girlfriend's little girl out on the course. When he thought no one was around, they would do doughnuts in the golf cart). The ladies let us go by after that. Then Roger drove next. For some reason, I thought I could jump out of the moving golf cart. Roger and myself never laughed so hard. I hit the street right on my ass (ouch) and rolled. It was too funny. I think that is just what we needed after all the sad people and the crying that day.