Afternoon Edition

Not sure why I thought of this but my own mother once described the women in Warsaw, Missouri, as 'Thinking It Was Lined With Gold'.

Uncle Tuffy comes through with the LA Times and the Orange County Register. Out-of-town newspapers are a wonderful thing.

I think I missed something. I had to live through my teens, 20's, 30's and 40's without staring at the screen of a cell phone every waking minute of the f-ing day. Do you text when your Mrs or Ms has her good nightgown on once a week?

You can dismiss all you want. You can call it brainwashing. I'm always astounded that someone has so much faith that they will strap explosives to themselves and give up their own life. They're crazy and that's all there is to it, right? Whatever lets you sleep at night is fine by me.

You will learn. I will teach you.

Fridays

I feel that I'm at my best when other people are questioning my logic and methods. The older I get the more I'm sure this life doesn't make sense. Oh sure, we try like mad to compartmentalize shit so we have an explanation for everything but we never quite get there, do we?

This one was uncovered by Biking Brady who's a South Dakota senior correspondent and a member of my top mafia in Mafia Wars.

I'd do some laundry except the Snowy Bear is blocking the door to the basement. She's earned the right to not be disturbed.

Mrs has agreed to attend the April 14th Twins game with me as long as she's able to stop at Macy's before the game. You bet your ass, sporty!

The last 2 members of Members Only

Johnny Boy, when I return to Chicago we're stopping at Jimmy's on Grand and Pulaski. During the day.

Someone took a shot at my girth yesterday. He's a scrawny-fucking-roadie-I- couldn't-catch-a-GD-ball-little-bitch with the personality of a wash cloth. There's about 4 guys in the state who win all the races so train all you want because you're not going to beat them.

If you're scoring at home, then congratulations.

So the shoe's got a sixteenth of an inch of pleather and a some foam padding.

Target Field

These cushioned seats behind home plate are $275/225/175 per game.





Get out of Strobe's seats!

View from section 232.




After 28 seasons at the Metrodome it will be great to have outdoor baseball.

Domestic dispute moved to the street this morning. Black guy was rastling/restraining a sista on the corner of 41st and Longfellow. The girl was in a bathrobe with no shoes or socks on. I can't go anywhere outside without shoes on. My feets are tender. Easy tough guy, the bones in my right knee rub against each other.

Back to the scuffle...Cops showed up because passing motorists called them. You can always count on white people to call the cops.

A hot dog on a bun that's freshness date was a month ago with a shot of buttered noodles for good luck. Now that's a lunch.

24 hours from now I will be immersed in college basketball. My mommy pays for the tournament package so I can watch all the games.

Check out the link that's listed as 'A Uniform Geek', especially if you're a Green Bay Packers fan. I like it because there was an old photo of Curly Lambeau taken in a farmer's field wearing his Packer's uni. Tuffy, some of those unigeeks are a little pompous about that shit. This guy seems ok.

Links are coming back. Don't shit yourself over it.

Miss Debra rode her bike to work for the first time since last December which was about the time Minneapolis streets turned to shit for the rest of the winter. I didn't have the camera with me this morning so I'm using file footage of our star. Aaaah, two fifty-somethings patrolling the streets at 6 am...

Fill out a basketball bracket and have some fun. 8 of the last 10 NCAA basketball champions won their conference tournament. Don't get too cute with the seeds over 5 because they rarely make it to the Final Four. That's all you get in the way of pointers. That's all you need.

Mrs and I went to Chucky Cheese for a birthday party yesterday. Hey, the pizza isn't Lou Malnati's but I've had a helluva lot worse. We had fun playing the games and watching the volumes of kids in the place. I'm sure more than one of the mothers went home and drank whiskey right out of the bottle. Who needs a glass?

The one item of true interest was that our guest of honor who was turning 5 was tremendously scared by the mechanical Chucky Cheese that we were seated 3 feet away from. I felt bad for the poor little girl. I would've taken a baseball bat and beaten the piss out of the thing except that I didn't want to spend the night in jail and have to call Big Da Da to bail me out.

I rode 10 miles mostly out in the rain and then had some lunch.

Blackhawks jersey will be shipped today.

You can buy an upper level Timberwolves ticket from Ticket King for 5 bucks.

You can always email me at: wroblewski58@yahoo.com. Yeah, I'll have your email so you'll have to get over yourself.

I split my skinny jeans open in the ass area

Waiting to hear about a Chicago Blackhawks jersey from a dealer. He's contacting the consignor to see if my offer is ok.

I'm just not excited to ride a bike in this rainy weather. Why? I rode 19 miles yesterday but a warm house and the dogs are more enticing than freezing my balls off.

I'm going to use this media as my Twitter and my Twitter for food and coffee updates. Shit, now I'm confused.

Using the Google Map thingy I determined that the house I grew up in was 3.5 miles from Wrigley Field and about 5 miles from the house Mrs grew up in.

Life's not always 'edgy'

Most of daily life around the house revolves around the new puppy. I just had a granola bar but not like you might think which is why both dogs are hovering. I like the ones that are like Snickers bars in sheep's clothing. Anyway, my Sassy girl is figuring things out at a geometric rate which is pretty cool.

No bike riding today.

Sassy looking forward to her first Big East Tournament which starts in 25 hours I think.

Fridays

Mrs should buy better shoes

This is the top of one of Debbie's boots. Apparently Hollywood Henderson's wiener dog snuck in and chewed the top of the boot and slipped back out. That little bastard!

First off, we mark one year since the City Of Richfield laid off me and my homeboy Duane. Besides the death of Kiah which still hurts it has been one hell of a year. So, the number of new unemployment claims drops and we're supposed to be piss-your-pants-happy. That would be really good except that there are still 82 gazillion people out of work.

I have learned from one of the girls at the rescue place that Sassy came from that she was a stray in the metropolis of Owensboro, KY. I'm sure she was cited for vagrancy and shipped off to military with the Finkelstein kid-shit-son-of-a-bitch. Guess whose hometown is Owensboro? None other than Johnny Depp who just happens to be one of my (Mrs too) favorite actors.

We haven't had a dog with this much spunk around here since Snowy was 9. It's fun.

Olympics over and countdown to the college basketball tournaments has started.

Final total on car repairs was almost two grand. Sometimes you need a car and it's not like we get a new one every 2 years. We bought this one in 1993.

A short bike ride is now in order.