TC the Terrible

Regular readers of the blog, or at least those that aren’t hear for all the deaf bashing, know that I’m a golf fan. Actually I’m an addict of the game and if it weren’t for these damned kids needing shoes and wanting to eat my whole check would be tied up in greens fees. With Tiger Woods winning again this weekend I thought it would be a good idea to review some of the more basic rules of golf. There are 15 rules that you must not break if you want to play the game and be respected for your strong game. The list is after the jump.

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I hate Rachel Ray. Yes she’s cute, spunky and America loves her; which means she may be the next host of the worst rated news show on network television.

I hate Rachel Ray because she cost me my weekend. THE WOMAN has spent the past couple of weeks lying around the house watching Jerry Springer and FoodTV. She (THE WOMAN, not Rachel Ray) got a hair up her butt to break out the Rachel Ray cookbooks. Now I don’t have any issues with eating better, but damn it took all day Saturday to get the shopping done.

Clearly our pantry was not up to Rachel’s standards. We went to four different grocery stores to line up all the stuff that we needed. Evidently all that crap sitting at the front of her cabinet shelves is nowhere to be found in the average person’s kitchen. And if you don’t have a staff of twenty people setting your kitchen up then there’s no way in hell you can crank out the meals in less than a half hour.

I do admire her for the creative use of simple kitchen utensils to spice up a Maxim photo shoot. After all, it’s not everybody that can get me interested in a two dollar colander. But after that she drops way down on my list of hot chicks on cable. And give her credit for getting a ton of guys to get hot and bothered over boiling water.

Anyway, long story shortened up a bit, my weekend was shot to hell because of Rachel Ray. At least the food was good once we rested up enough to enjoy it.