Sunday, March 09, 2008
Driveway finally cleared about 5:00 AM today, allowing access to one big, greasy breakfast. Yum yum. Nothing like Eat at Joe's pancakes, sausages and hash browns to make up for an inactive Saturday and pave the way for an inactive Sunday as I work hard to digest that stuff. The heap o'snow shown in yesterday's posting has grown to epic proportions, topping off literally inches shy of the top of the garage. I may name it Mt. Stupid, or maybe Gomer's Pile.
This also tripped off a shortage of Yarzheit Candles, one of which I need for this week. My mom passes on St. Patrick's Day 2005. I still miss her. Both nearby locations were out of them but did intercept a supply at a local butcher, he of Russian extraction. Damn, cornered the market, at least in this neighborhood. Otherwise I'd have had to go 2 - 3 miles in search of. And if they didn't have 'em, next stop Chicago. Unless somebody's horading 'em in Ft. Wayne.
Local and national politics too disgusting for comment. Fortunately,we can count on the ever-trustworthy French to provide even more trying blogfodder. As seen here: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2008/03/07/wfrance107.xml
Well, there's only one thing for any Red-Blooded, Red-State American to do: Haul their chestnuts out of the fire again, one more time, like in 1917 and 1941. It's a dirty job, but somebody's got to do it, and we're just the guys for the job. I stand ready to assist.
Porky's is (are?) on the CaptainSQL idiot box, making up for missing Semi-Pro last night. Did you know Ditka has a line of Salsa out. If Jim Brown ever came out with one I'd buy his. It would kick the ass of any other salsa on the shelf around the block and back again!
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This also tripped off a shortage of Yarzheit Candles, one of which I need for this week. My mom passes on St. Patrick's Day 2005. I still miss her. Both nearby locations were out of them but did intercept a supply at a local butcher, he of Russian extraction. Damn, cornered the market, at least in this neighborhood. Otherwise I'd have had to go 2 - 3 miles in search of. And if they didn't have 'em, next stop Chicago. Unless somebody's horading 'em in Ft. Wayne.
Local and national politics too disgusting for comment. Fortunately,we can count on the ever-trustworthy French to provide even more trying blogfodder. As seen here: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2008/03/07/wfrance107.xml
Well, there's only one thing for any Red-Blooded, Red-State American to do: Haul their chestnuts out of the fire again, one more time, like in 1917 and 1941. It's a dirty job, but somebody's got to do it, and we're just the guys for the job. I stand ready to assist.
Porky's is (are?) on the CaptainSQL idiot box, making up for missing Semi-Pro last night. Did you know Ditka has a line of Salsa out. If Jim Brown ever came out with one I'd buy his. It would kick the ass of any other salsa on the shelf around the block and back again!
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