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Sunday, February 19, 2006

PErfect Sunday

Little pellets of ice falling, the NASCAR prayer spoken, Maurine Dowd up against Mary Madeleine on Meet the Press, defeat in US Olympic ice Hockey, beef jerky and junior mints, waking late after a late night, editing a short film and turning it in 7 minutes before midnight in the Living Arts/Philbrook Film race... call it a sloth day! I didn't think a debate on Dick Cheney's shooting accident could be interesting... Tim didn't either, and that's why he invited Maurine and Mary to the show. What a show! I think it was more of a debate than I've seen on the President's budget... and that's the sad point that Tim was making.

Mom woke me, speaking for Katherine Taylor on a commercial. I couldn't figure out what Shane's text message was all about when he said he saw mom on tv. Ah... Mom is was indeed on tv. You're down with Katherine Taylor. You want her to be mayor. How many takes did it take to get your line right? Good job. I am really surprised you didn't mention it some time along the way. Aside: Wendy is PRrrregnant. Perhaps you knew... in that case, no "news" meant.

Is anyone else watching the daytona 500? They've just given an explanation on drafting and bumping. There'll be a big crash later. James Con just pronounced an under welming, "Start your engines!" with one hand in his pocket and the other holding the microphone nervously.

I like the Olympics because the people race and then they win or lose and go straight to the awards ceremony, and the critical paths of the events are the number of contestants, the times it takes to get down the mountain, as it usually is, and then how long the winner's national anthem is. In the Women's Skeleton, the women finished their race, and if they were obviously in the winners' circle, they went over and stood in the gold position until the next women bumped her to Silver. She would move over and the new leader walks over and hugs the, now, silver medalist. Then another woman, a French woman, expected to win, wins, and the other two, half way through the French woman's decent through the curves, have already moved over. They hear the French national anthem within, perhaps, 2 minutes of the finish. I would like to note that an American woman went to the winner's circle and got bumped to fourth place and the bronze and silver medal winner looked at her and shamed her off the camera... (more fiction than real).

At this point, I would like to point out that 2 of the bloggers presenting their 4's held one particular, one peculiar, president in high esteem. Which two bloggers am I speaking of? And which president is it that they hold in high regard?

The race is underway. MAN! THESE GUYS ARE ATHLETES !!! THEY WEAR DIAPERS! SCREW LANCE ARMSTRONG! I'd like to mention that I've been watching "The Legends of Motor Sports", thanks to our TVR. (oh, I mean dvr) Of course, this usually consists of those incredible road races like the Targa Folio, where porsche and the ford gt challenged ferrari. (It's where my targa got its name) Those were fantastic races. '61 lemans where two Mexican brothers lead with dominance for 22hrs until their farrari broke. These brothers first raced in Lemans at the age of 17 and 19, two years before. Whenever the Rolex series is on I like to watch it. The cars in that series are usually Pontiacs, Lexus' and Porsches.

LEt's hear it for Salt and Vinegar chips! Mom, I loved the comic. It did raise my respect for this administration!

Update on Champ is, he seems to like these brown pills more and more. We realize it's necessary to kill the pain. He wants to play a little hard and he'll jump down from the bed and then he'll remember that he broke the grill of a Crown Victoria (my neighbor and his brother said, "no wonder you took off to the vet so quick... that guy wanted your information." "He knows where I live... but he doesn't know I've got a shotgun in my attic, where I need the ladder to climb to, and the shells are in the garage... so I could, with 20 minutes preparation, handle myself."). But, Champ now wants a whole pill. He's developed a tolerance to the half pill. Really, he's developing an intolerance to life. We're investigating rehab. The pet insurance we have pays about 50% after the $200,000 deductible, so it's really an option. Maybe they can teach him how to use the dog door too... priceless.

Note: the spell checker suggested MASCARA instead of NASCAR. I would also like to mention that "Stock Cars", as they're called, don't seem to like those 180-190mph speeds. They float around and hit walls. And when Drafting becomes the way to win a race, isn't it getting silly? NO! But I still admire the sports cars and formula 1 racers more.

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