Fallin’ on my head
The weather today is just crappy. Snow last night; everything was covered this morning, then it turned to rain. And boy did it rain! And rain and rain, all day long. And of course today was the day that I had back to back to back appointments out of the office. I had to meet with a radio rep, do a press check for a brochure, go see a telemarketing software demonstration, meet the music director at a TV studio where he was doing an interview, and finally meet my reps from Goldstar who are in town just for a few days. Whew! At least twice today my boss called me just to let me know how warm and dry he was in the office. Nice guy. Finally I got home around 6:30.
Well, at 3:26 this afternoon (central time) I officially began the last year of my 30s. It was nice. Most of the people important to me called, e-mailed, or myspace messaged a happy birthday. There was one notable exception; one of my closest friends did nothing all day but hound me for $100. It is a legitimate hounding; I do owe him the hundred bones, but jeez. Wouldn’t you think that he could let it go just for a day?
Bill and his nephew Mikey took me to Outback for dinner then we went back to Michael’s house and had cake and ice cream with the family. I got a digital camera as a present.
What I’d like to know if how it is the purview of the United States Senate what happens in the National Football League. This is why our government is so screwed up. Arlen Specter is the ultimate horse’s ass. He’s out to get his name in the paper and nothing more, just because his stupid Eagles suck.
We’re involved in a ridiculous war, the economy is on a freefall, schools are crumbling, terrorists want to strap bombs to retarded people and kill us with them, our natural resources are being wasted away, and this guy has the unmitigated gall to stick his nose where it most certainly doesn’t belong on the taxpayer’s dime. He needs to go. Far, far away.
I never thought I’d say this, but I am officially over winter and am anxiously looking forward to spring!
Our February concerts are next week, an all-Russian program with a great cellist. Sales are okay, but I’m worried that if bad weather is forecast that sales may stall.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
"Doc, I can't stop singing 'The Green, Green Grass of Home!'
"That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome."
"Is it common?"
Well, "It's Not Unusual."