Things I Know

If you’’ve read this blog for any time at all, you know I don’’t curse much. However, if you are the Jerry Sandusky who is the former defensive coordinator for Penn State football, and if you did what you are accused of doing to young boys, you are a sack of shit. If you did it because you are mentally ill, you are a sick sack of shit. If you are one of the university officials accused of perjury to cover these reprehensible deeds, and you did that, you are a lying sack of shit.

I may have to reconsider what I just said because it wasn’’t a very nice thing to say about shit.

I never thought I’’d say it, but hooray for Star Jones. On Today this morning, she criticized the graduate assistant who allegedly saw Sandusky raping a young boy and didn’’t do anything, but tell his boss. She’’s the first person on TV or radio I’’ve heard criticize that man’s actions, and the question she asked is exactly what I’’ve been wondering.

I’’d like to spend part of the winter in Florida. As I’’ve said before, I don’’t like to be cold. So, I’’ve been looking on line for vacation rentals, and becoming frustrated by the lack of pertinent information. I know about the communities I’’d like to visit or I can find out about them easily enough. I want to know about the property itself. Tell me where the property is located, what size the beds are, how many TV’s and what level of cable service, whether there’’s Internet service, whether there’’s a pool, and hot tub. A lot of that information isn’’t provided consistently. I want to see the property too, but don’’t put pictures on the website if the pictures are years old, and they say so. I saw one place with pictures dated 2004. Fail!

I went to college with a guy I know is a real estate broker in southwest Florida. Maybe I’’ll call, and ask him for advice even though we haven’’t kept in touch.

Hearing that Michelle Duggar is pregnant with her 20th child reminds me of the old nursery rhyme that I believe was first told by comedian Andrew Dice Clay:

There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe
She had so many children
Her uterus fell out.

Author: Tom

I know my ABC's, I can write my name and I can count to a hundred.