Sorry, needed to get the St. Patrick's crap off the top of my journal
It's been a tough month this week if you know what I mean, and I think you do. I got this in the mail and it made me laugh (I'm immature).

Enjoy

Nurse Nancy

Two doctors are in the hallway complaining about nurse Nancy.

''She's out of control!'' the first doctor says. ''She does everything backwards. Just last week I told her to give a man two milligrams of morphine every ten hours, she gave him 10 milligrams every two hours, he alomost died!''

''That's nothing,'' said the second doctor, "earlier this week I told her to give a man an enema every 24 hours, she tried to give him 24 enemas in one hour!''

All of a sudden they heard a blood curldling scream from down the hallway.

''OH MY GOD! I just realized that I told nurse Nancy to prick Mr. Smiths boil!'''

I'm getting old. A really long day on Thursday wrecked me for anything yesterday beyond a couple quiet pints at my humble abode. A few advil later, I'm feeling reasonably back to my old self. My arena duties during the hockey game made me wish I had my 42 year old knowledge back in my 25 year old body. I can stil do the same stuff, it just catches up to me the next day.

See ya'all at the parade

I got taken to dinner last night at Fanny's in Amherst by a representative from Playboy. The irony of Playboy liking Fanny's took a little to hit me, until I started smirking for no reason over my chocolate mousse dessert. It is a dumb joke, but what the hey it's good to be 3 once in awhile. These dinner meetings are disingenuous and decadent affairs. 15 minutes of purposeful talk and 3 hours of utter bullshit. My boss's and whatever representative is in town try to out "Dale Carnegie" one another, while the rest of us just hope the food is good. It was.

The alqonquin roundtable of our common council likes the Hotel for Elmwood. I'm stunned. It's a wonder they aren't stationed at the suburban border shaking people down for spare change as they leave the city.

Argh, work calls............

Irish on Vacation


Q: Where does an Irish person go on a vacation?
A: A new bar

Back when the band Chicago didn't annoy the crap out of me, I kind of liked the song "Saturday in the Park." Yesterday on Elmwood might have been the setting. I had lunch at the bagel place formerly known as Manhattan and it was great to see the pleasant vibe coming from the sidewalks as folks just out enjoying the sunshine and each other. All the walked dogs were in good moods and while the day was a one off (witness the fog rolling in over Delaware Avenue as I write thise), it was a tremendous spirit booster.

A sidewalk vendor was trying to talk me into an earring, much to my daughter's amusement. I'm not sure if I'm a double hoop guy yet.

Took the youngins out into the burbs for dinner at the rents and predinner consisted of scooter rides and a intense game of catch with said daughter (at her request). Wonders never cease.

Days like yesterday make it possible to kick Monday's ass!