It’s 10 a.m. monday morning and I’m late for work.

Again.

Pretty good football yesterday.  That New England-Colts game was a barn burner.

For the first time, African Americans are coaching in the Superbowl.  Both teams.  I’m amazed that it took this long, considering how important blacks are to the game.  I’m put off by the fact that we had to listen to sportscasters blather about it instead of talking about the games.  Hillary, Obama and Gov. Richardson are running for president and we have successful black football coaches.  Big pat on the back to America.  Can we move on?

OF COURSE blacks, women and Hispanics are successful and will continue to have success.  Like the man said, Bush singlehandedly destroyed that myth of white male superiority for all time.

During the inclement weather, I lost my first battle of this year to quit smoking.  Like Bush, I’m trying again.  This time with a surge.  I’m adding nicotine patches and gum to my battle plans.  I refuse to lose this war.  What will Daddy think?  Oh.  He’s dead.  Well, what will Mom think?  Who cares?  I’m personally tired of coughing and hacking my way through the mornings and late nights.  They’re expensive, stink and taste bad.  Once more into the breach, Henry, it’s St. Crispen’s Day.

(For the literary impaired, that last sentence is a reference to a Shakespeare play.)

After getting down $10 playing poker Saturday, I finally came back and ended the night in the black a dollar or two.  It’s the least the table could do, considering that I was the designated driver on a night when it snowed 8 inches.  Oh, wait.  It didn’t snow.  Well, it was supposed to snow.  The funny part is the weathermen explaining why they got it so very wrong.  I love that.  We got the snow storm wrong, but trust us on the forecast for next week.

Who do they think they are?  Dick Cheney?

Over the weekend, someone, I think it was Joe Biden, was asked about something the vice president said about Iraq and replied that Dick Cheney had yet to be right about a single thing in Iraq, so who cares what he said?  that made me laugh.

I’m interested in what GWB says tomorrow night in his State of the Union address, but I can’t watch or listen to the guy talk, so I’ll have to wait for the recaps.  I don’t expect he’ll make me happy by announcing his resignation and everything/anything else will just piss me off.

Sinatra has become full bore schizo.  By turns he’s either the sweetest, most cuddly, cutest thing ever or a complete monster that overturns everything and destroys all in his path.  No in between.  If I didn’t know better I’d say he’d become very spoiled by having someone attend to his every want and need 24/7 over the past week.  Maybe it is a bug that is going around.

Speaking of which, I’d better get around and suit up and show up at the office.  After all, it’s been since … hmmmmm….I’m not sure when I last showed up at the office.

buh-bye