Blog Buffet

There are a lot of things on my mind today, so it's time for another installment of Blog buffet. Eat what you like, leave the rest.

I spent last night in the belly of the political beast. One of my brothers is a fairly big deal when it comes to running campaigns. He was in charge of a high profile race in Chicago, and I went to the hotel where they were having the rally to see what happens on election night. I was a big fan of "The West Wing" so I had an idea what to expect. I was pretty close. There was a lot of brisk walking and talking, numbers being discussed and some drunk staffers in the ballroom who mistook me for a cop. I knew my brother was good at his job, but seeing him in action was pretty cool. He went from doing live TV interviews to secret discussions with the candidate to keeping the staff running smoothly. Bradley Whitford had nothing on him. It was pretty cool. I didn't say this to him last night, but I was proud of him. That was before we found out his guy had won. Unfortunately, that announcement didn't come until one this afternoon, so I missed the party.

I'm glad the elections are over. I was really sick of the negative ads. It was getting so ridiculous, I expected some of the candidates to drop any semblance of decency and just start throwing out wild accusations. "If you elect ______, he'll punch your baby." "Bob ______ for senate? He'll dry shave your grandpa." "A vote for _______ is a vote for cat fondlers." Think I'm crazy, just wait two years.

I'm sore as hell, which is a sad statement when I tell you why. I spent four hours working in the yard today. I wanted to get the leaves picked up and give the grass one last cut for the season. I also had to do a poop pick up. I try to stay on top of this, but for the last two weeks, rain and cold weather have conspired to keep me out of the back yard. I don't know about you, but standing in soggy shoes filling a grocery bag with dog doo in twenty degree weather has about as much appeal as having K-Fed date your sister. Today's adventure was made more difficult by the fact that the leaves were camouflaging the poop. I thought I had done a good job, but after cutting the grass, I had another pick up run. Grand total, three grocery bags. I need to teach my hounds to use the toilet.

I'm heading to the Comfort King to watch some TiVo and nurse my aches and pains. I never thought I'd reach the age where yard work would cripple me. Don't forget to get some soft serve before you leave. I think we have sprinkles. Later...Brian