Mr. Right 

There’s always gonna be another Sunday

Another girl all dressed in white

Always looking for that happy ending

Settle down with Mr. Right 

Don’t need to be half to be whole

I complete me just fine

Wake up smiling on the inside

No need for compromise 

I’m strong enough to fight my own battles

I can roll along with the tides

Gonna conquer this world my own way

But you can come along for the ride  

/ksl 

He decided that we needed a Dome Stadium. Nevermind that we don’t have any professional teams to play in it, but we sure needed one. He decided that we needed 100 new public busses. Nevermind that we have probably the least used public transit system in the country. No one rides the bus. No one. He also wanted to add a trolley car system. 3 miles  around downtown that cost $11 million per mile to build. Excellent use of funds. He decided that he would hire a massive yard cleaning crew and send them out to clean up all the neighborhoods. I don’t know about you, but I have to mow my own grass, no one is going to do it for me in my neighborhood unless I pay them. Who do you think paid for those downtown neighborhoods to get all their lawns mowed? Could it be…the tax payers?  

Well finally King Larry has gone too far. He accepted bribes of cash and clothing and trips to the “casino”. (We don’t have real casinos, gambling is a sin in Bama, ya know). But King Larry somehow walked away with over a million dollars in winnings! Now that’s convenient! There was also a little fraud, a little tax evasion and other random acts of dishonesty of a public figure.

King Larry was dethroned! He was officially indicted, convicted and today was sentenced to 15 years in prison. Buh-bye Larry! Good riddens!

I have been to a few Hockey Games. I don’t wait impatiently for the Stanley Cup to come on TV or even understand all of the off-sides penalties, but I get the general concept of the game. I understand that when Team Canada scores the first goal in sudden death overtime, that Team USA walks away with the silver medal and not gold.  

But Rugby? Does anyone understand Rugby? What is that weird huddle-human tug-of-war thing all about? Can you only score points by kicking a field goal? And if the tackling is just as hard as American Football, shouldn’t the players wear something a little more secure than short-shorts and a mouth guard? 

I only ask because I recently went to see Invictus at the movies. It had a lot to do with Nelson Mandela bringing his South African Nation together through the love of their team sport, Rugby. A lot of the scenes were of the team working towards winning the World Cup, but as I didn’t know anything about the sport, I could not tell if they were a team that had improved due to the renewed support of their countrymen?  Or did the evil opposing teams cheat? Or were the playing conditions an obstacle to overcome? I don’t know! I could not get that suspenseful excitement of the triumph of David over Goliath. (And those short-shorts. Yeeesh! Look away!) 

Well, I guess every country has its beloved National Pastime, whether it is Baseball or Rugby or even bocce ball. I’m just thankful that wrestling isn’t catching on. I never want to see my grandson in THAT outfit! Yeesh! Look away!

Normally, I do not use real and/or complete names on this Blog because slander and liable is always an option in the world of lawyers…however, in order for you to understand my misgivings about this name, I have to tell it to you: 

 Damien Black.  

Yes, this child is to be ordained The Crown Prince of Darkness. I shiver every time I think of it! 

I suggested perhaps renting The Omen and having the daughter watch for the full effect, but I was told, “she would probably think that was really cool”.  

I am not a religious person, but bad vibes are just plain bad vibes. His baby shower gift will have to be a cross and a bottle of holy water!

 And my friend, the soon-to-be-grandmother, she requested valium and duct tape in her care package. I nearly fell on the floor laughing so hard!