Scott Update

My silly little brother Scott called me like 4 or a million times tonight. When I saw all the missed calls (I was at work for cryin' out loud) I panicked and called him immediately (in the middle of 2 1/2 sold out shows tonight) thinking there was an emergency. No emergency, the peanut head wanted to let me know that he broke under the 300 pound barrier. Way to go Scott! I'm very proud of you. (You're still a peanut head)

The Game Is Afoot

Many of you who know my brother Scott and Sister-In-Law Allison know that they were once big people. Very big people. Now a change of life has occurred for them and they are rapidly becoming smaller people. Much smaller. So small in fact, they have me worried, not about them, about me. Brother Scott has lost over 120 lbs. That's almost a whole person. When last I spoke to him, he was just over 300 lbs. Wow, that's great! Until I got to thinking.

HE'S LESS THAN FORTY POUNDS BIGGER THAN I AM!!!!!

This cannot be. I cannot let this happen. I refuse to be the fat one in the family. I have officially entered the race. I will not be caught. Scott, I'm 264lbs right now and I refuse to let you pass. Do you hear me??? I'm off to manage portion control and excercise. You are doomed. (Not really because we'll all be winners) but dammit, I will not let you win. As a matter of fact, I'm going to go throw up now in honor of me entering the race.

Ice Storm

So I have a few minutes before work to post some photos of the ice storm that hit this week. It tried to be snow but only managed to be freezing rain. This week has been kind of cold so the ground was frozen. A warmer front with rain moved in but once it hit the ground it froze immediately. There was reportedly 1500 automoblie accidents during the evening rush hour. The pictures are of my neighborhood.

Just A Pantload...

There is just a pantload of stuff going on. I think I need my rum, be back in a minute...

I'm back. Really... I just did go downstairs and got a nice little glass of Captain Morgan's Parrot Bay Rum and Diet Pepsi. I think it's gonna be a stiff little drinkie poo. Ahhh... on to the blog.

So much to muse about today. The Chesapeake Primary, the ice storm that's hitting even as I prose. My trip to Chicago (I haven't forgotten about you cousin). This crazy story I read in Details magazine that just has me boiling. And my brother's weight loss. let's start with the primary.

All my guys are roadkill by now. First it was Mitt. As governor of Massachusetts, Romney did wondrous things with health care. Unfortunately his resolve on issues was as flimsy as leaves in the breeze. Whichever way the breeze would blow, the leaves would follow. As was with Mitt. Just a big ol' flip-flopper. Richardson next, I liked his plain talk and his attacks on Bush's immigration policies. Then Joe Biden, I liked his views on the war and how to get out. He said some unpopular things that I thought took guts. I gave Ron Paul a look. He said some pretty decent anti big government stuff. He collected tons of money but never put it to use. So what's left... hmmm...

John McCain is crazy. I honestly think so. Eight years ago, I looked into George Bush's eyes and declared the man stupid. I have the same gut feeling about McCain. Not that he's stupid, I think he's dangerous. "The missiles are flying, hallelujah, hallelujah."

I've been considering Huckabee. He's not out of the realm of possibility and I may consider him should he survive to November, but as a registered Democrat my choices were Clinton or Obama. Obama or Clinton. I had decided on Hilary Clinton about a week back. This is my justification, please pay attention. I felt that America prospered under the Bill Clinton administration. The nation was at peace and the national debt erased. America was in the black again for the first time in years and years. So I felt that if Hillary got into a bind in the Oval Office, expert help was just an elbow away. Bill Clinton surrounded himself with smart people and I believe those same smart people will be available to Hillary should the need arise.

An unfinished 1st Senatorial term does not an experienced president make. Sorry Mr. Obama, I don't think you're the man... or do I. I think a Hillary Clinton presidency would bring a bigger war to home turf. I believe that the battles between the Oval Office and Congress would be fiercer than any army of nutcase suicide bombers. Nothing will get done as the 2 branches that govern this country rip each others hair out.

Today I cast my vote for Barak Obama. I just hope the Geppettos pulling this puppets strings are smart and have the welfare of our nation at heart. I do believe that Congress would work with Obama and real change is possible. With the Chesapeake primaries over now, Obama takes the lead in delagates winning Maryland, D.C. and Virginia. Fingers are crossed.

I need to get out now and take pictures of this ice storm that I'm sure wil be the doom of many a tree branch and powerline. Besides, I've finished my rum.