On Vocations

I'm at a holiday party mingling, grazing, and generally having a good time. I stop to shake hands with the host and chit chat a little.

Turns out he's a board certified equine surgeon. The only one within a four hundred mile radius. He just recently finished construction of his multi-stall horse hospital and will be bringing in interns from around the country to train under his leadership. Of course, come spring, he'll be very busy bringing in foals all across the country. He's also working on some neoplasm treatments for horses with various skin cancer lesions. That's a new and very exciting develpment for horses who are getting older, extending their lives like never before.

"So, what do you do Bill?"

Right...

Health Bass-ics

Fish oil: miracle cure or an evil plot by mouthwash executives?

You decide.

Thirty minutes after you take a capsule, you burb bait.

Yummy.

Smooth and Creamy Stupidity

I just found an allergen warning on my peanut butter. It states: Contains Peanuts.

Seriously, gentle readers, I weep for our country.

By the way...I'm fully aware that Satin is a comfy fabric used for bedding and finer things. Satan is the ugly guy down south.

I'm just not going to edit the previous blog out of spit, or spite, whatever...

Enabler, Thy Has a Face and a Name

I was watching MNF last night.

Don't exactly know why, but Plaxico Burress is big news. Haven't heard...He's a receiver for the Giants. He brought a gun into a night club and then accidentally shot himself with it. News? Someone from the NFL involved in an incident with a handgun. How is that news? Seems to me that's de rigeur.

What would be newsworthy would be a week in which someone from the NFL didn't do something stupid.

Then Plaxico's agent got on the mic. Oh, what have we become people? I don't say this lightly, but I swear this man may be one of satin's ambassadors.

Please America, Take it on Faith..That's Really Her!

My left butt cheek that’s really her.

She’s wealthier then you’ll ever be, she’s a super star married to a super star, and now she’s got a photo shopped six pack.

Now all you “other” girls out there hurry and get this magazine. Feel horrible about yourselves, you fat cows, and then buy the crap that’s in here.

Why do this people, I ask you? “A present to myself”, she says. (Yes, I actually read the article) My left foot.

I’m just as much a guy as the next dude. If Faith’s going prance around in her bikini, then chances are I’m going to look. But come on…

Tiger Trouble

Did you see the game? All I want for Christmas is a defensive secondary.

Dear Mother of Mildred, Oklahoma is going to murderize us.

I hate the Jayhawks.

Sad. Just sad...