A Couple Of Things

Like most of you, some days I've got so much happening that I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Today it's like Colonel Sanders took a machete to an entire coop. I'm going to try to make this quick, but you know how I like to hear myself type.

I'm running behind because I had to go to physical therapy this morning. The pain merchants were in rare form again today. They have me doing a lot of single leg , leg presses. I've gotten to the point now that I am lifting the whole stack of weights. They tell me this is good, but I'm waiting for the moment when my "nuuts" pop right out of their protective sack. I really don't see the need for me to be able to lift a car with one leg. Granted, my legs have a lot to carry around on a regular basis, but I don't see a "Worlds Strongest Man" competition in my future. I have no desire to pull a train engine across a football field.

How high will gas prices go before there is a full scale revolution? Gas went up twelve cents since yesterday. It may be time to put a nylon stocking over my face and start knocking over the BP. This is crazy. I can't jam my ample girth into a Prius, and I don't want to sell my house to drive downtown. There doesn't seem to be an end in sight. If this keeps up, we'll all have to live in our cars and then walk to work.

I'm off to a rare day game at the "Cell" to see my beloved World Champion White Sox. It's more of an intervention really. If you don't follow baseball, the Sox are in the midst of a season threatening slump. I'm going to try to get a hold of Ozzie Guillen and explain to him what needs to be done to fix this mess. What qualifies me you ask? Well, when I'm sitting in the Comfort King watching or listening to the game, I seem to have all the answers. I'm sure my input will be appreciated. I think Ozzie is to worried about machismo and not worried enough about baseball. (Yeah "Wife" I said it here too, and I'll keep saying it until someone either agrees with me or hits me in the head.)

So I gotta go. I'll let you know how my intervention goes. I'm going to the game with my Aunt Joan. It should be an enjoyable afternoon, especially if the Sox get their stuff together. Man, the house sure seems empty without "Daughter" here. Later...Brian