No News is Good News?

Well folks, I've been scouring the news for interesting articles. Lately not too much has caught my attention. Thank God the Gosselin's are finally out of the news. Oh wait! I saw an article that said the Kate Gosselin was waitressing at a restaurant in VA. I thought the woman finally decided to do something besides exploit her children and her manbaby ex for a living...but alas, she was "trying something up for a potential new show". I don't know what it was but I can't imagine watching her waitress would be much more interesting than watching her cry while she talks about how sad her children are that there aren't cameramen all over the house anymore. They probably miss having someone that actually played with them off camera.

The big storm wasn't so big here. It mostly just got cold. We had some snow that required plows outside my bedroom window for two hours the other night...I think 1 a.m. until 3 a.m. is the PERFECT time to plow. Maybe we could get those garbage men to change their arrival time from that late morning 5 a.m. to this so much better 1 a.m. It would be like a big engine orchestra out there. I can't wait until they start breaking out the snow blowers at 11p.m. like they did last year. I may not sleep until Spring! You know, the pictures they paint of winter in Wisconsin are always full of deer and laughing children in snowsuits, fires in fireplaces....not the banging of snow plow blades on the pavement and garbage trucks that beep and roar and arrive before the crack of dawn.

Oh, I did find one really funny article about Tiger Woods. No really....this one was funny! I know you're all sick of him but you gotta check this out, this was great!

Tiger, Tiger, Tiger

So, as I stood in the grocery store this morning I looked at the magazines like we all do. All I saw besides one scary cover that said Oprah was dying, was Tiger Woods.

Oh Tiger, what were you thinking? You had a sweet deal. Great wife, huge career, sponsors, beautiful children...but you couldn't keep your pants zipped. In the beginning, Tiger, I wanted to believe you. It's a weakness, I always want to believe people first and doubt later. I'm doubting now Tiger. Not only did you run around with cheap women, you ran around with cheap, conniving women. And Tiger! You left messages... "Hey, this is Tiger..." What WERE YOU THINKING?? It's not like your name is Bob or Bill or John, your name is TIGER! So now, even if your wife wants to forgive you, she can't, not without you walking through glass on your knees while carrying a red rose and a very large diamond in those oversized teeth of yours. Oh Tiger, Tiger, Tiger.