Save it For Later

So the other catch to this whole blogging thing is that I actually have to find time to sit and write.  And then when said time may present itself, I need to want to sit and write, rather than lie down, sleep or otherwise engage in mindless pursuits.

Anywhey,  I'll play catch up if you'll indulge me.

I left you lastish in the middle of the NCAA basketball tournament and my family's annual grapple to determine just who is the luckiest guesser.  I will now explain how that turned out. . . . no, that will take too long.  Let me sum up.

Joseph won.

A little too simple?  He was the only one to pick Kansas to win, and he stomped us all, winning the coveted Victor's Doughnut.  I would tell you how the rest of it sorted but I'm honestly not sure.  You see, the papers with the brackets were mislaid while I was in Kentucky.  Either Teresa or I took second or third place.  I would like to think it was me what took second place.  Nadine, Matthew and Jensen rounded things out.

Kentucky?  Where did that come from?  At the end of March I had a conference in Louisville, home of Sluggers and hot browns.   My brother, Mark, lives just 2 1/2 hours away, so I went out early, got a car, and went to see him first.  I went in to his office and pretended to be a patient with an appointment.  Had the office staff chasing around for five minutes trying to find me in the records.  Next day he took me over to the local range and we shot a few hundred rounds from his handguns.  I have new-found respect for Jack Bauer and his shooting ability:  six bullets, six dispatched troops from the legions of evil.  Ain't Hollywood great?

In summation, I have never slept so well on an air mattress, Mark fed me well, and we got to watch that Bear Grylls guy on Discovery Channel bite the head off of a snake and eat it.  Ozzy Ozbourne, you ain't got nothing on this guy.

Well, if you aren't tired of reading this, honestly I'm surprised!  I'll try to make next time shorter, more recent, and more interesting.