Several years ago, when we lived in MI, four of us from Celebration made the trip to Indy for "carb day," the Thursday of Indy 500 week. On the way home Jeff talked us into stopping at a White Castle for dinner. It was my first time eating that legendary fare. And the last.
The Arizona Cardinals prove that blind squirrels can find two nuts.
The Jets look terrible. Tebow time?
I like seeing Michael Vick succeed.
My fantasy team may affirm the Cardinals' premise, but it looks like it will take Monday night's game to be sure.
I don't do so well when Pam's gone. My whole psyche is thrown off.
How bad is it?
Last night I watched "Julie & Julia"... and recorded the second half so I could see how it ends.
I went out to the garage this morning and splashed my face with gasoline to snap myself out of it.
The European tabloid press has no scruples, no shame, and the publishing of the photos of Kate demonstrate that profit trumps common decency.
That said, why did she (they) take that risk? They certainly know the paparazzi are everywhere and without principle.
Even I know not to go sunbathing without appropriate clothing because of the photographers, which is why the tabloids don't have any pictures of me!
It's 6 p.m. here, which means Rosh Hashanah just began.
I'm going to celebrate with leftover pizza and another football game.
2 comments:
So...what did you think of Julie & Julia???
I haven't watched the second half yet. Can't figure out what the plot is about. What's the point? Maybe yet to come.
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