Yeah, it's that time of year again
Have you ever pulled everything out of your clothes dryer, folded it all, then found a leftover sock? It happens to me all the time and invariably leads to a big hunt. I thought that obsessive hunt for the sock was a pretty good analogy for all the peculiar little things that embroil me from time to time. Anyway, I thought the blog medium would be a good way to keep track of all these "missing socks!"
Actually, it's a sleeper sofa.
In the music department that is.
It was pretty sad to see some folks get excited over Lennar's quarterly figures yesterday, because they lost "only" $88,200,000.00.
I know some of ye socks (Darrell) don't care much for my genealogical musings, but when I stumble across new bits of the olde family history I cannot help but post them here.
That's what I heard at 8:35pm.
Labels: space shuttle
If ye socks read my book Like the Cats of Kilkenny, you've seen a picture of the Morgan family's ancestral home in Virginia. It's an historically significant structure, which is probably why it is still standing.
I am so mad at the CBS television network right now, I could just spit nails.
Condolences go out this morning to my brother-in-law Keith.
The fact Senator Barack Hussein Obama used that phrase to describe his own maternal grandmother should refute--once and for all--the liberal mantra that he transcends the racial divide in this country. If you listen to that sort of clap-trap, they would have you believe that he is the only person in America who "gets it."
I've gone thru some pretty odd wranglings trying to collect on some accounts receivable in my day, but this one takes the cake!
Yesterday marked the 5th anniversary of the Iraq war.
Well, that's how the "Sons of Toil" are advertising the 4,700 square foot, 5 bedroom, 3.5 bathroom chalet they built southwest of Little Lake Harris in the tiny Lake County town of Howie-in-the-Hills.
1) You will never play professional basketball.
That's right, our friend Cece was holding another estate sale this weekend. This time it was in one of those fancy homes in previously-unexplored Avalon Park--a corner of our little piece of heaven that yours truly would otherwise have no reason to visit.
Labels: estate sales
For ye socks privileged enough to reside in this little corner of heaven, a reminder:
Well, yours truly finally made a trip to ye old barber shop. You know the one around the corner from my office that my Uncle Richard used to own.
I post this for my fellow Apopkans as we are all woefully underserved by the local media outlets.
To commemorate my niece Morgan's 5th birthday today, I had my friends over at NASA arrange an early morning shuttle launch.
self-right'-eous (adj) - piously sure of one's own righteousness; moralistic.
Labels: Eliot Spitzer
Ye socks who know me well know my Sunday routine generally consists of brewing up a pot of coffee, perusing the newspaper, and paying half attention to Charles Osgood on CBS.
Well, I had a laundry list of things I was going to accomplish today.
Let me just disabuse folks of that notion.
All I can say is WOW!
Labels: movie reviews
I have never concealed my ardent support of Mike Huckabee's campaign for the presidency, either in the blogosphere or beyond.
Yesterday's endorsement in the Dallas Morning News says it better than I could:
I consider myself a fairly well-educated person, but the prices we are all paying at the pump really have me befuddled.
Have ye socks ever had one of those mornings when you're not 100% awake, just going thru the motions until the coffee kicks-in?