The list, according to Life. (annotated accordingly)

Because NCIS is one of the most brilliantly written and directed shows in crime drama history, I have came up with a few life rules of my own.

Gearhart's Rules:

1. If it feels wrong from the belt up, don't do it.
2. If it sounds wrong, ask three questions.
3. If it hurts, it works.
4. For every hour of work, relax 1/2 hour.
5. Wait for others to do unto you, then do it back.
6. Anything done alone can be done cheaper with more people.
7. Look, think, plan, reason, react.
8. If it looks wrong, you're not doing it right.
9. Never go anywhere without your knife (straight from Gibbs' rule)
10. Nothing you do will be the same twice.
11. Smart words and right hooks end negotiations.
12. Always know where you were.
13. Sportsmanship wears more padding.
14. Try less, struggle more. (Direct Warner Crocker quote)
15. Don't tolerate stupid.
16. Women and men persuade forwards, never backwards.
17. Check twice, do once. (adapted Til and Ricky quote from "measure twice, cut once")
18. Everything must make sense.
19. Nothing is coincidence (Another Gibbs' rule)
20. Look them in the eye, let them draw a lie up.
21. the world's only common denominator is "the great flood."

I have a burning, and the only cure is more tylenol and solarcaine

Tylenol and Solarcaine make the pain of having sunburn go away. It's a wonderful combination. My new job working as a day laborer for O.V. Smith & Sons in Elkview is going exactly how I expected it to be going. I'm put on a jobsite that is static and never changes for me. I'm given classic ditch-digger tasks... like use a square tip shovel to level off 500 square feet of muddy rock or put on heavy muck boots and get wet cement poured on your feet while you use a flat metal rake to spread it out. Honestly, It's not a bad job, with one problem, it ain't safe.

We use HVAC equipment every day, well... they do, i don't. They don't even let me touch the Bobcat yet. I've used the Vibrating roller, which is like a steam roller, only waaaaaay smaller and operated by one person. Plus the Plate Tapper, which is the same thing, but just a shaped plate that vibrates forward instead of rolls. Here's the critical issue with the job that I am facing and am the most afraid about: It is dangerous and I am not trained.

The HVAC equipment comes within inches of my body... not feet, not yards... inches. I cannot tell you how many times i've been clipped by the wheels of these things before they even notice me slightly. If i don't run out of the way sometimes, I'd be killed quick and gruesome. I've been hit in the head with a shovel twice (on accident...), I've been nearly run over more times than i can remember, I've been knocked down quite a few times from our equipment, and it's just not safe for a newbie like me. Plus these guys are crazy hardcore about their jobs. One guy, He's one year younger than me but twice the muscles, gets really sick today. It's 87 degrees, 2:00 pm and we've been working since 7:00 am. He's gotta sit, he's vomiting, he's sweating bullets, he's drooling and he doesn't even know it. The guy almost fell over about 5 times. So the underbosses come up and ask him if he can keep working. He says, "I dunno, i feel like shit." So they tell him not to be such a pussy and keep working.

I am not cool with this, and I talked to my immediate supervisor and the dispatcher who is the 2nd in command about it. They both said the same thing. "This job ain't easy, It's hard labor, you can't take it, you better quit now."

Those are my concerns with my current job. I am nervous... I am apprehensive to continue based on those points. However, there is a good light to all of this. Because i'm working outside for so long, and it's constant physical labor, my muscles are hella defined and i'm working up a pretty good tan. Maybe if I stick with this I can get big enough to do composites shirtless and not have to worry about my scars.

Give me art, but at half price and twice the quality please. To go.

My modeling thing is finished. I got the chance to see a few cool pics from billy's shots. They look like they'd make some seriously kick ass headshots. Nothing like Sun King's, but then again, it's the best I could probably get from this south of NY. It's been a fun time staying home for the most part... I don't know how but it seems that 11 months of stress and fatigue finally caught up with me. My muscles, every inch of my body right now hurts like hell. Its that after workout burn that you get, and damn it's strong. My back went out again yesterday, and lemme tell you, i'm getting sick of these bi-annual back spasms. It's a killer.

I do have to say that i'm eating very well. My nana is calling every day to check up on me and get updates on life in general. Plus she's a gourmand, so i get some amazing recipes from her. I had no idea that you can take such nasty ingredients, fry em, boil em, mash em, and mix in something from a box and you get yourself something that looks french, smells greek, and tastes professional.

I am in a slump... Here's the story hillariously spoken by my good friend Kevin: "Dude, you're in a manly meltdown. You had your balls in a vice of un-healthy chick values that the moment that they rebuilt after they got shattered by heartbreak, you forgot the biggest part of getting your mandom back. That's "lose the prince charming crap and get me to a slip and slide of fun called bachelorhood!" After that, you'd better remember one thing man, Youth is to be enjoyed, not planned out and given a time limit! So quit bein a chick and go get some one-nighter's number!"

Kevin is the kind of friend every man should have, but never look up to. In a tactfully translated version... he's right. After i broke up with Bri where did i have to recover? Among a tight-knit group of 30+'s who had already been married with no single women under the age of 40 around for a good 15 miles in all directions. I had been 'Adam the boyfriend' for so long that i started living up to someone else's standards and completely lost who I was. It didn't hit me until my birthday party that I am incredibly shy around women... I can't remember if i was that way before or not.

My solution is this, i'm going to go out sometime this week. I'm going to a bar, i'm going to have a blast, and in the process, i'm gonna meet as many people as i can. What else can I do? That's the only thing I can think of... and hey, if things dont pan out... the bars aren't that small, i'll cruise around and meet someone else. Although having a wingman wouldn't be half bad! If only a guy like Kevin were around for that...