Monday

I see in the news that the quarterback for the Atlanta Falcons, Michael Vick, has agreed to plead guilt to promoting dogfighting and gambling. The actual charge he escapes me at the moment, but it was something to do with dogfighting and crossing state lines to do it. What an a-hole. I hope he gets some time in the pokey over this and I hope his football career is over. What kind of beast promotes two dogs ripping one another apart?

I missed my post yesterday because young Mr. Sneedlet One was here until about three-thirty pm. His mom and her companion, Peterson, went to Somewhere in Arizona for a rodeo. Peterson is a big rodeo guy. The lovely Mrs. Sneed wanted to go out so we did.

I went out for a round of golf this morning and they paired me up with a young fellow who is a second-year medical student. He was as good a golfer as he was smart.

I wonder how a guy gets the direction to go to medical school? Encouraging parents or maybe a guidance counselor. Perhaps he is just really self-directed. Growing up I never remember anyone talking to me about what I was going to do with my life. My old man expected that I would join the military like he did, but he never really said anything about it. My mother was just glad I went to school without causing any trouble. My idiot brother was one infraction from expulsion from about the fourth grade on. It took him an extra year to make it through high school and then I think he was allowed to graduate so that the school was rid of him.

I expected to go to college immediately following high school, but even though I applied and was accepted, we didn't have the money, so I went to work. It took ,me twenty-eight years to finally graduate and by then it was just a personal challenge to do it. By the time I was forty-six, my climb up the corporate ladder had stalled anyway, so no one was impressed at work.

Anyway, I am always impressed by these young people who know where they are headed.

Speaking of golf, I am scheduled to have my first golf lesson next Monday morning. Son and Daughter-in-law Sneed gave me four lessons as a gift. I have been meaning to schedule the lessons for about a month now, but my schedule is just so busy. I expect that I will only need one lesson. I predict that the teacher will watch me for a minute or two and then announce that she has nothing to teach me. I hope I can get a refund for the remaining lessons.









Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky