Like sands through the hourglass....

These are not the days of our lives. They may be the days of your life but only if you let them. If you are one of the one people that read this you have no clue what I am talking about. If you are a new reader and do have a clue then drop me a line so we both have one. Sometimes the creative juices just dry up and we are left with the withered husk of a formerly tender cut of prime meat to pound into some kind of shape for a sandwich. I know I know this is a home improvement blog that went sideways and isn't talking about home....or improvement but let me see if I can get it back on track. Nope....couldn't do it. So to paraphrase Strother Martin in Cool Hand Luke (google it) "What we have here....is a failure to communicate" "Some men you just can't reach" If for some reason you have read to the end of my non-sensical ramblings today stay tuned it gets worse tomorrow. Now if you will excuse me I am going to sand a drywall patch and play a round of Angry Birds.

Woohoo! Super Bowl....Parteeee!

Oh my goodness if there is a party I love other than New Years it has to be the Super Bowl. Queso in the carpet? Yes! Busted glass on the terrazzo? Sweep it up you don't need me. Sore loser bust a hole in the wall? Awesome! Before you wake up the drunken bums that couldn't find their keys (cause you took them right?) Toss their pockets for the damages and make em help clean up. If you lost a flat screen tough. That's the price you pay for having those animals over for the game. Hey! How about passing the hat for damages? Tell everyone it's for a door prize contingent upon not having to fix the place. If you raise enough and the place isn't trashed then you can buy a nice gift for the winner.(aspirin anyone?)