Monday

Go Bears

I picked a good two games to watch this season, yesterday and two weeks from now.

For you wood shop geeks, I picked up a Delta 12 inch radial arm on Saturday. Now all I have to do is run a 220 line so I can use it.

That's it for this Monday morning.

morning words

"Hi," he said, squinting at the screen. Hunched over the keyboard, he leaned on one elbow and adjusted his backside in his ergonomic chair. The chair is grey, with black plastic arms and a tall back with lumbar support. The only time he feels the lumbar support on his terminally aching back is when he stops typing and leans back to sip the ever present coffee.

I received in the mail three books and a ten CD series on Romans by N T Wright, the Bishop of Durham. I've started the first CD. I'll listen to them on this cheep elliptical workout machine. I bought the floor model from Sharper Image for about a hundred and thirty dollars. Me and my wife Jackie love it. I'm really excited about listening to the series.

I'm also excited because we've just been approved for a re-fi for money to finish fixing our house. Some day I'll tell you about the house odyssey.

God is good. With the re-fi, our bills are going to go down two hundred bucks.

Later

Very AM

Don't expect me to come up with new titles every time. I mean give me a break, I'm still half asleep. If it wasn't for spell check you wouldn't be able to read half of this. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but you get my drift.

It is also a good thing you do not experience the time it actually takes me to write this. You don't experience the yawns between words, the momentary brain glitches during which I look at the screen like I don't know what it is. The sips from the caffeinated elixir of life. No to you it's just all this smooth easy flow of sublime wisdom, expounding eloquently so you can sit back in your easy chair soaking it up like a sponge, drinking you Starbucks Latte, while us poor working shulbs get up God knows when getting on a three stupid buss to get to our underpaid meinial jobs. Do you remember that bit where Belushi goes into a rant.

Actually I drive a nifty red F150 pickup and my wife drives an Nissan Extera. Talk about political incorrectness. All you SUV, gas guzzling, earth wasting republicans know who you are.

Finally, my big F150 has the 5.4 engine in it. Take that you pansy tree huggers.

Finally, finally. Let's hope no one comes and fire-bombs our vehicles now. Certainly a very ecologically friendly act. Not! Not to mention it would put me out of work, which only a republican is allowed to do and I've said nothing about pluralism so all you neo-Nazi whack jobs, stay away from my truck.

Moooorning

Blza bla bla. Write Write Write. Putting things down in the morning. I'm in that one eye open stage. It's my right eye that's not cooperating, so that must mean the left side of me refuses to wake up, not that I'm making a political statement. The right side of me would like to jump to conclusions, make some broad sweeping generalization to which the left could reply in kind thus polarizing my statehood.

Coffee is doing it's thing, seeping through my veins, kick starting the old transmission. It is seeping other places but I won't go there. It is morning after all.

What else?

What else for this morning? In the above I wanted to say something grossly politically incorrect. Suffice it to say, I hate political correctness. I could say Christians are very narrow, but even though some of them are, some of my best friends are Christian, well all of them, It would only be a politically incorrect statement if I substituted some other belief system, ethnicticity, or race as, as far as I can determine, it is not politically incorrect to disparage Christians, though, if your running for some office, it could cost you some votes,

Morning Again

No matter what, they always come, another day to get up and work. Not that I'm complaining, I'm just not awake yet and it is a rare thing that I feel I've got enough sleep, hence the scary truth of coffee. Cafe Americano, I believe. Two shot of espresso with water. We've got a machine. I push buttons set a dial and it grinds the beans pushes water through an dispenses coffee. It's the perfect caffeine delivery system. Except it's developed a leak. It pees all over itself every time I make a cup.

It's also become winter again, for those of you who aren't in Chicago. Two cold is better than too hot though. I discovered this framing houses in Houston in the early eighties. You can always put more clothes on. You can only take so many off. I did have a great tan though, Well, almost great. Work boots, you know. Fish belly white from the ankles down.

Ta

Morning

It's morning. 5:21. As always when I first sit in front of the keyboard, there is fear what I put down will suck, not to mention be misspelled. Oh I know there is spell check but technology has not yet caught up with caliber of my inability to spell. At best spell check provides me with a false sense of security.

I don't know what I'd do with out coffee. It's almost the poor man's Holy Spirit. It is my helper. It gives me the strength to get up in the morning. It prys open my lids and says wake up. I've long since referred to coffee as liquid ambition. This bit about coffee is what I cal a half joke. It's a joke, but there's enough truth in it to scare me.

Ta

Morning Blog

It has been pointed out to me by my good friend Karen, of Karen's Journal, if I want to cultivate a readership, I have been lax in my entries. Therefore, I hereby institute the Morning Blog, being written to you practically pre-coffee. The goal is, like His mercies, the blog be new every morning. This should not be construed this will actually happen. The spirit is willing, the flesh is weak and all that. Unlike Him and His mercies, I often fall short of the mark. I do, however, once I get into a rhythm, promise to make it new most mornings.

So who knows what will come out. The goal will not be so much to say anything profound, rather then to push keys in a mostly coherent sequence. So see you next morning.

Probably.