Man, it didn't take long for me to start sleeping late and staying up late. During the school year, the alarm sounds at 5:15 AM most days and 4:15 AM on Wednesdays. Now, I just roll over when my body tries to wake up at those silly times.
Nothing has changed in my assessment of Hollywood and the garbage the movie studios throw our way. On Christmas Eve, Carole and I took a chance on "P.S. I Love You". I was under the impression that it was PG. After two filthy hours of watching folks endorse adultery, we got home and I looked at the ad a little closer. It was PG-13. You know, "some content may be inappropriate" for pre-teens. Uh, it's content was inappropriate, period. And Hollywood has $16 from my wallet.
Are you keeping up with Mike Huckabee?
It's hard to top an all-male chorus.
Roy Orbison was greatness.
The top three cobblers: apple, cherry, pecan.
Are Hummers really necessary?
I'm really blessed to have a hobby to fiddle with in my approaching old age.
I applaud the poor guys I see in the Grove going from trash can to trash can collecting aluminum cans...at least they are trying.
I'm gonna be able to sing like Josh Groban in heaven. Of course, so will a lot of other guys. I hope Carole can pick me out anyway.