The beat goes on

I can't believe I'm writing another blog entry. I must be infected with some sort of horrible blabber-mouth virus, contracted, no doubt, from some female. Oh well, I guess I may as well press on.

I see that the most wretched woman in the United States is running for the democratic nomination for president. It is hard to believe that the American people would be stupid enough to even remotely consider this miserable bitch for anything in the public realm. However, I remember they elected her husband, the most immoral man to ever live in the White House twice. And, the people of New York, never known for political astuteness, elected her senator along with another real pile of trash, Charlie Schumer. God, I hate politics. I hate politicians. Our judiciary sucks. We are headed for some really tough times. Damn, now I'm depressed.

My daughter is trying to buy my mother's car. It is a hell of a deal. I hope she is successful. It is well past the time when mother should have gotten rid of it. I am happy she has decided to sell it.

The weather here is still cold. Temperatures have been rising into the mid sixties. Spring is coming, but it ain't sprung yet. As I write this, it is 37 degrees outside. booo....Another bad weather rating.

We are plodding on toward our moving date. What is that date, you say? Well, we don't know. We seem to be progressing with all the velocity of a snail on crutches. I am having as hard time trying to motivate dear wifey. This was her idea, one of the few good ones she's ever had. Am I fearful that she'll read this and exact some form of female punishment upon me? NO!! She does not compute.

Speaking of my rib, she has already started her garden. She does this every year as soon as she is confident that there will be no more frost. It seems to work for her. She grows some great garden stuff.

The sun is now attempting to peek over the mountains to the east. That means it'll be warmer soon. I said warmer, not warm. The high today is supposed to be 67. We just can't seem to make it to 70.

Weekends are now sad remnants of what they were just a month ago. Football season is gone. Rats!! Now we must wait until preseason in August. Baseball is coming soon, but it just doesn't have the impact of football. I haven't been much of a baseball fan since the strike that wiped out the world series many years ago.
Tiger still stalks the fairways spreading terror in the ranks of the pretenders. This guy is like superman. Any tournament her enters makes him the automatic favorite. I'm not a golfer, but I'll watch him all day long. He brings an excellence and majesty to the game that is so lacking in other sports.

Well, I've babbled on long enough. Time to worship Trish. Y'all have fun now, heah?