May 24, 2013 08:42
This morning my enemies nearly succeeded in assassinating me... by dropping a 16-pack of Pop-Tarts on the back of my head. Seriously, I had bought the box and set it on top of the stack of stuff on top of my refrigerator and this morning as I was getting a yogurt out of the crisper the box fell on the back of my head. Scared the living hell out of me (I am jumpy all the time... but mornings are always bad).
This weekend pretty much ends the NASCAR season for me, as it heads off to ESPN, Speed, TNT and all the channels that do not broadcast over the air. I do believe ABC has a couple broadcasts here and there, but for the most part this is the time of the yea when NASCAR tells me they do not want my viewership.... oh well... I have reality TV out the ying-yang on the way and the NFL season is a couple months down the road (cannot wait to watch my Cardinals tear it up).
Not a lot going on... still talking / writing regularly with Valerie. My level of giddy "school boy" elation has dropped down to something more acceptable for an elderly adult male and I am expecting to get some pics from our adventure soon (we only took a few pics on a disposable camera... I think had I any clue how the time would have gone I would have managed many more pics and mementos, but such is life).
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like TV
And ice cold brew
valerie,
nascar