Truth is... I'm happy about getting a post card from Speed Demon, another member of the Great Postcard Campaign . SD is a Californian, but is a friend of J Day, our fearless leader, so she's okay. (KIDDING!) I got a neat card about the Wine Country to go with the other neat cards I've gotten. And getting a nice postcard sure beats the notice from the US Olympic Committee that they'll give me a windbreaker I don't want in return for a $20 contribution I can't afford.
Truth is... I'm frustrated because now certain Blogger blogs with the pop-up comment box have had the "Check box if you want new replies e-mailed to you" removed. Therefore, I have to go a hunting if I want to see if my witty responce has drawn a witty rejoinder. Can Blogger EVER change something that isn't totally ass-backwards, pardon the lingo?
Truth is... I'm tired right now, and the explanation for that is three words long- THAT. IDIOT. MONTOYA. NASCAR fans will understand.
Truth is... I'm not all that concerned that my Lokomotiv lads got beat Monday by Sputnik 2-1. They pretty much have their playoff position set, and Sputnik needed it more than we did. They (Sputnik) play Zauralie Kurgan tomorrow, for the last playoff spot. Alexi Kruchinin got his 10th late in the game to break the shutout for us. Tomorrow the season ends and we face Toros (Taurus) of Neftekamsk, who at 30-10-9 are second only to Donbas in the league.
Truth is... I'm glad I always let Scrappy talk me into that walk.
|Instead of a twinned dead tree/live tree today, how about a twinned two trees of different species? Can you here the Stories change the words of Brother Louie? "Ain't no difference if you're oak or birch..."|