Some Thoughts on 2014

OK, what are you looking at?  Yes, I've been on a diet for almost five weeks now.  I was trying to get a head start.  Yesterday I received a pedometer in the mail from my diet coach.  It came with instructions on how to use it.  One of the first things in the instructional pamphlet was "Do not ingest the battery, battery cover, or security strap."  They must have contacts inside the NSA.  I was just thinking how I'd kill for a nice tasty Lithium Coin Battery.  Sorry about not getting out the Christmas Letter this year.  I was trying to delete spam e-mails and "Like" all of your Facebook posts.  My life is a blur of excitement.  When I am not reading dieting instructions, measuring food amounts, and recording my daily activity in my diet journal, I am watching football. I'll bet you didn't know this;

No wonder I can sleep for three hours and still get the most important parts of the game.  The rest of the time is spent on time outs, commercials, booth reviews, penalty explanations, sports babe blathering, ex-player/ex-coach analysis, aligning the ball, equipment adjustment, regaining consciousness, waiting for temper tantrums to subside, and finally more sports babe interviews. What a rush.  I rarely go to games at the stadium because you end up watching it on T.V. anyway, and the ticket costs are about the same as my yearly Medi-Care premiums.

It looks like there is a lot of money in professional football.  Next year, the lowest paid rookie will make $420,000 a year.  Knowing that, I was surprised to find that;

My meager interest earnings are taxed along with just about everything else in my life.  Thank you IRS.  You may need those billions of 9 mm bullets when I let this cat out of the bag.  No wonder Jerry Jones does so well.  He's found the perfect racket.  I'll bet you didn't know that;

I'll bet if he saw basketball today, he would recommend helmets for it too.  I don't even recognize the game anymore.  Players maul each other the entire length of the court, they travel, double dribble, palm the ball, and hang from the basket rim.  I don't know how the refs even recognize a foul in all of the mayhem.  Well, I digress.  I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and that you will have a blessed 2014.

I must go now and update all of my electronic devices.  The daily update ritual is about to begin.  Just when I get comfortable with one site, they change it entirely.