It's The Superbowl.

And I don't care. I'm not a sports fan. Not that I don't like sports, but I like participating. Always have, and swam competitively when I was young. I even played Little League baseball, plenty of vacant lot football and spent many a summer day running like a crazy striped tail critter. I can still complete a full day finishing concrete, which is a workout. ( If you don't believe this, I'll see you at the next pour)

Only one sport ever appealed to me to watch, and some don't call it a sport. That's professional boxing. Knowing the training involved, the punishment, and the heart required to win, it's something that appeals to me to watch.

So, I won't watch, but am glad for those that do the event. It's a day of companionship, friendly rivalry, and a reason to party....just be at work on time, and a hangover is no excuse for not being on top of your game.

Melisa Gilbert Now Has Smaller Breasts

That's according to a news story, which explains why she did such a thing.

I know you're wondering why I posted about such a thing. Me too, but after careful thought, the realization of how unimportant this is, and how absurd it is for this makes to make national news, I was compelled to write something about my amazement.

According to the story, she now has an average "B" cup, instead of a "D" cup.

I wonder if she kept the implants for souvenirs? If so, will she display them in the living room, or just keep them around for her dog to play with?

Grisly Adams or Mad?

So, I'm driving down a busy street, in the right lane, and I see a large Grizzly Adams looking walking against traffic in my lane. He's a little far from the curb, so I had only two options: Hit him with my mirror, or put it to the floor and change lanes.

I put it to the floor and changed lanes. I had the feeling stopping would lead to a severe stare down, or an encounter with a demented Grizzly Adams.

Travelling home from work leads to some interesting things. Considering I had to dodge a kid on a bicycle, and a Dodge pickup truck at a stop light, I had this strong feeling I needed to get home and lock the doors....so, I did.

A Little Beyond My Comprehension

I was picking up some pipe fittings at a local hardware store today, when I spied a weight challenged woman walking across the parking lot.

By "weight challenged", I mean skinny. I'm using that term because people get so butt-hurt when you point out the obvious these days.

Anyway, she was thin. How thin? So thin she would have to run around in the shower for five minutes just to get wet. So thin, if she turned sideways, and stuck out her tongue, she'd look like a zipper. I'd a bet a soda water she was south of 90 pounds soaking wet; even if she was around 5 feet 10 inches.

I had to fight the urge to stop and offer to buy her two family size mash potatoes and gravy from the chicken restaurant across the parking lot. That, and two dozen biscuits with extra butter; with the advice to repeat daily for a few weeks.

So, where was she going? Judging by her spandex pants, jogging shoes, and running jacket, I'd say she was going to the local fitness club. Since she was heading in that direction, I'm pretty sure I'm right.

If she's determined to lose weight, she's succeeded. In fact, I'd have to warn her to not run in the forest, since a spark from her knees striking together might ignite any dry pine straw.

I really don't see how she could build up any muscle, since she doesn't have anything to work with. You have to have some meat to work with, and she was like hide stretched over sticks.

I don't understand some people. As I age, I realize I don't need to know.

Joe Walsh - Life's Been Good (HQ Audio)

One more for the road. Drive safely, and keep between the white stripes.