Millions of Brackets Busted in Less Than 5 Hours


635623705095382962-466879208That’s what I read on Yahoo Sports.  Ugh!  The one time when I support that other university over in Ames and it’s crash & burn time for me.  My brackets are so hosed now.  I’ll never make it big in Vegas at this rate.  Well, maybe I will.  I’ll be the guy on the end of the buffet line asking:

Would you like some roast beef or some ham?  Both?  Sure.  No problem lady.

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No, I’m not a professional blogger or whatever they’re called.


calvin-naked1Nah, that’s not me.  I think in order to be a professional blogger one has to be able to think up something that is witty, funny, maybe profound and full of deep thought and wisdom.  That aint me.  I’ve too many thoughts that keep running into one another and then it just turns my lil’ pea brain to mush and nothing comes out right or I end up with vapor lock of the brain.

But when I think of professional blogging I think of “Sex in the City” and yeh I liked watching that show on HBO and now on other channels since it’s in syndication.  Yeh, I liked that show mainly ‘cuz of the ladies on the show which is OK because I happen to like to look at mature ladies.  But I digress from my point since now I’m thinking about Samantha.

My point is Sarah Jessica Parker’s character always had something witty and profound to write about and she had a really cool title to her blog.  I couldn’t think of something that witty or profound.  I’d end up with something like “Dances in Underwear” or maybe “Definitely Dazed and Confused“.  But it really doesn’t matter because I’m now once again thinking about Samantha.

Yeh, it was a long day at work.  Don’t I have some chores to do?  My apologies to his holiness the Pope in Rome.  Life is short.  Live hard, play hard and run nekkid if you have to.

becaus e

Random Thoughts Wednesday


IMG_0001-XLYea!!!  One built and in the yard.  Now all I need to do is to get the dirt with the cow manure from the compost facility , level it,  fill it, insert the light post and let it settle while the weather eventually warms up.  That should have me ready for planting sometime between now and Tax Day.  No, I won’t show you the close ups because you would see all of the mistakes.  A master carpenter I am not but I can live with this and set aside some funds for a matching one.  It gives me something to do.

There was a big ol’ fat and sassy robin sitting up in one of my crab apple trees just chirping away.  I like seeing them back because I know now the seasons are definitely changing.  I can tolerate the grey skies and cool air just as long as I don’t see any more of that white stuff until next November.  Preferably late November.

And work … ugh!  The problems there shall pass as well.  The down side is I’ve been so wrapped up with what is going on there that I just plain forgot to get my PowerBall tickets for tonight.  Oh well.  That’s a few more days as a working stiff.  Funny how one day keeps rolling into another.  Yanno, tomorrow night sounds like a good night for some pasta and a big glass of wine after just rehashing part of my day.

OK, so does anyone really actually drink green beer on St. Patrick’s Day?  Me and a few people I know had a good chuckle at the suggestion of drinking it.  I don’t know anyone of Irish descent that drinks the stuff.  Give me a stout instead.