More songs about buildings and food

I promised my oldest child I'd lose 20 or so pounds by May. Should be easy. It always used to be. Shoot, AndyMan and I used to lose seven or eight pounds of water weight in a weekend for little league football (for me) or wrestling (for him). We'd just sit in momma's car with the windows rolled up for a couple of hours, and the weight would drip off. Of course, we'd gain it right back after the weigh in. It is entirely possible that that was not a good idea. In any event, it's not something I'm going to do now. So, what are the alternatives? Eating healthy may be possible in the Boro. I've heard rumors, at least, to that effect. Mind you, it's not an experiment I'm willing to try at this juncture; however, something (my belt, my chair, my dignity) has got to give. Exercise? Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. But, it's... hard. Fine, I'll try exercise, dammit. Now someone go make me a sandwich!

Eli Manning, U.S.M.C.

Yesterday was mostly twin-time. The boys and I hung out. We worked on the tree-fort a little. Played some hoops (the boys beat the fat old dude together and separately). Read some Harry Potter. Even talked 'em into Church again (two weeks in a row. I got karma I need to work off). Hanging out with the lads meant I missed the first Manning show, the one with the Colts and the Manning that was supposed to win, but I caught Junior and the Giants. The Manning that was supposed to lose, won. Whaddayaknow? I supposed that's why they make them play the game. I noticed an eerie resemblance between Eli Manning and Gomer Pyle. Now, Eli does look like Archie, sort of. But, well, if I'm Archie, maybe I'd want Jim Nabors to submit a DNA sample. Just in case.

Paul for President

With all the hubbub about the top three democrats and the top three or four republicans, the Paul for President campaign has been unfairly ignored. Sure, he comes across as a little off-beat, and there are always compaints that he is unelectable, but Sean Paul deserves a chance!


You want issues? Sean Paul is concerned about the environment, immigration, family issues, and, of course, gettin' him some of that booty. Check out the depth in a chorus from what is obviously a nod to global warming, "Temperature":



"Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm.

I got the right temperature fi (sic) shelter you from the storm.

Oh lord, and gal I got the right tactics to turn you on,

and girl I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh oh!"

I'm all verklempt!

Computerman ate my pictures

It was a simple thing, really. My computer was running slowly, and I couldn't get it to accept i-Tunes. Got my computer back. All of my pictures are gone. Maybe 500 of them. Ireland: gone. London: gone. Disney: gone. Christmas: gone. Jack's Barb-B-Q in Woodbine, Georgia: gone (well, all except a vague sense of unease). I expressly told the dude to look out for my pictures, but, well, that's how it goes. I wasn't that upset. He's a pretty nice fellow, and I do get i-Tunes now. That's not what the rap dudes mean when they say, to "back that thing up", is it?

Great Swamp, Stupid Sign (three)

I've mentioned before that I really like Walterboro. The people are nice, and it has- for its size- really a lot of neat stuff.

One of the cool places in Walterboro is the Great Swamp Sanctuary. The Sanctuary is composed of several miles of running, hiking, biking trails right in the middle of town. The entrance is a block from my house, and, on the rare days that I run, the GSS is where I generally do it. The GSS came about largely because of the hard work and dedication of Walterboro's mayor, Charlie Sweat. I haven't been here a very long time, so I don't know Mayor Sweat, but an awful lot of people in Walterboro do, and everyone I've talked to gives him the lion's share of the credit for putting this wonderful project together. In a bizarre twist of fate, Mayor Sweat was very seriously injured when, while he was showing off his Sanctuary, a rogue golfcart hit him from behind, knocking him headfirst onto the asphalt. Seriously.

My Uncle Bob, standing by the entrance to the Great Swamp Sanctuary.

Walterboro does many things much better than towns much bigger than it is; sadly, signage is not one of them. I'm guessing that the sign designers sent along a template to the Town Council, which probably approved the format. Hence...

For the record, it's Ivanhoe Creek.

Stupid Signs, two

I saw this one at the Cliffs of Moher when I was visiting my oldest son, Davis, in Ireland. I think they didn't want you to chase the seagull off the edge of the cliff. But I'm really not sure.

FreeRice

I'm addicted to rice.

Not Condaleeza Rice.

Not Donna Rice.

but FreeRice. That on-line vocabulary quiz. I'm ignoring my kids. I'm late to work. I'll sneak a few minutes during the day. I got it bad.

FreeRice