TC the Terrible NOW Saber Squelch

The four year old put a marble up his nose and now it is stuck there. He thought that in order to get it out of his ear, ala the cheesy magic trick, that he needed to put it in through the left nostril.

Jesus, does it ever stop?

I’ll keep you up dated.

On the way in this morning the IPod pulled up ‘Teenage Wasteland” by the Who and I couldn’t help thinking about the members of the band. Somewhere in England Pete Townsend is trying to read a little girl’s lips while he does “research” on child pornography and the Internet. Roger Daltry is doing nature specials for the Discover Channel and has bum knees from jumping off of all those speakers back in the day. The drummer is just plain forgotten. After all, is there a drummer besides Ringo that anybody ever really remembers? At least John Entwhistle died like a good rock star should. Strung out on coke in a Vegas penthouse suite with the whore de ‘jour trying to suck start the old man’s Harley. Now that’s the way all rock stars should die. Hell, dying with a silicon slut doing the head bob ain’t at all a bad way for any of us to go.

And that’s your thought for the day.

Woke up to a huge crashing noise just after 0400 today. Fortunately, or not depending on your point of view, it was not one of the kids taking a header down the stairs. It was my collection of stolen beer glasses falling off the wall. The shelf they were on gave way and almost every one of them shattered. Nice mess to have to clean up when I get home.

Took a day of leave yesterday and got zip done. The wife did give some (twice) so it was a good day overall. I have to admit, the new birth control pills have really amped up her sex drive. That is a very good thing.

It is in the single digits here again today. I’m getting pretty tired of this shit. The weekend is supposed to be in the 40’s, but last weekend our ‘dusting’ of snow turned into three inches. Who the hell knows what it will do next.

My best buddy since childhood is wanting to put together a camping trip this spring. Getting liquored up in the woods with out the interference of females sounds really good right now. It might be a good time to teach the four year old how to shoot a gun and throw bottles at road signs from the back of a pickup truck.

Chris Rock is hosting the Oscars this year. Has he merged into the mainstream, or are they just that desperate to attract an audience whose average age is less than 60? And if he’s gone that mainstream how far are we from Howard Stern being named as the replacement for Dan Rather.

Enjoy your weekend.

With all due respect to Freddy Fender, today was a waste.

1. The wife and I went to one of these “Coffee with the principal” things at the nine year old’s school. It was supposed to be for the parents of kids that are having problems, and it turned into a forty five minute sermon on the Gifted and Talented program.
2. Then the wife got lost after dropping me off at the job.
3. The boss is dragging his feet on approving a tasking document that has to be out of our office by the end of the week. Five will get you ten, that next week when he’s asking for the feedback from the tasking that it won’t matter that he was the one that held things up.
4. Then the wife calls to tell me about all the plans she has for me on my day off tomorrow, and to whine about twisting her ankle on the sidewalk outside of her lunch meeting.

God, I get tired of being the go to guy in my family. All I want is two days in a row of no problems.

Later.